The Heavens: From the Awakening of Douluo's Martial Soul

In the main hall, Ying Zheng and Wei Liao sat opposite each other, silent for a long time.

In the silent hall, Wei Liao looked at the silent Ying Zheng opposite, and still took the initiative to break the deadlock.

"Your Majesty, do you want anyone to be your general?"

Ying Zheng remained silent, obviously struggling with the candidate.

It's not that there is no one, but that there are too many people, and I don't know who to choose.

Seeing this, Wei Liao said seemingly unintentionally.

"I heard that Mr. Wu An went to Mount Tai yesterday."

Ying Zheng stared at Wei Liao, puzzled.

"Great Qin generals are like clouds..."

Before Ying Zheng could continue, Wei Liao spoke bluntly.

"But Daqin implements the system of prefectures and counties."

Wei Liao suppressed all of Ying Zheng's objections, and he had nothing to say.

Yes, under his strong suppression, Daqin abolished enfeoffment and implemented the system of prefectures and counties.

Although this centralized system is very superior, this move not only offended most of the generals, but also offended the Great Qin clan, breaking their beautiful vision of drawing land and becoming king.

Among them, it is even more impossible to honor the military exploits of countless generals and soldiers.

If it weren't for Ying Zheng's majesty, Da Qin would have fallen apart long ago.

Therefore, the candidates to support the frontier is a big problem.

As for Wu An Jun Bai Qi, he has already retreated behind the scenes, and he has no such worries at all, so he is indeed an excellent candidate.

The only trouble is...

"Yes, Mr. Wu An is willing?"

Wei Liao smiled wryly, Mr. Wu An's knot was hard to solve.

Although several generations of kings of the Qin State were thirsty for talents, they were determined to reform and strive to become stronger.

However, most of Daqin's attitudes and actions towards talents are not satisfactory.

For example, Shang Yang who was torn apart by a car, Zhang Yi who had a bleak evening scene, and Lord Wu An who was abandoned and disheartened.

Even, if it weren't for Bai Qi's extraordinary strength, he would have been gifted to death by King Qin Zhaoxiang long ago.

It can be seen from this that you must be careful when you are an official in Daqin.

Although it was difficult to persuade Bai Qi, Wei Liao still took the initiative to ask Ying to speak.

"I will go to persuade Lord Wu An."

"it is good."

Ying Zheng was very satisfied, he liked Wei Liao's straightforward way of doing things.

Wei Liao didn't immediately set off to find Bai Qi, but continued to tell.

"Your Majesty, food and grass..."

Ying Zheng's mood, which had just improved a little bit, fell to the bottom in an instant.

The three armies have not moved, and the food and grass will go first.

But now, Daqin really doesn't have much food.

"Actually, Daqin has food."

Wei Liao just tapped it lightly, and Ying Zheng already thought of who has enough food... the Great Qin Clan.

However, the relationship between Yingzheng and them is very tense due to the reform of the county system. If he goes to seek food...

Thousands of miles away in northern Xinjiang, the prairie.

The million-strong army played by Meng Tian is not a false report, but the actual number of troops.

The boundless tents are arranged in an orderly manner on the grassland. Some soldiers are patrolling and some are grazing. The cattle and sheep grazing happily are the best military rations for the army.

Not only is it easy to carry, but it will not deteriorate.

In a tent in the middle of the barracks, a big man about three meters tall was sitting. He was Modun Chanyu of the Huns.

And sitting opposite him was a woman who was completely hidden in a fur coat.

Mao Dun Shanyu asked in a low voice.

"High Priest, will there really be a white disaster this year?"

Although Mao Dun Chanyu kept his voice as low as possible, his words still shook the camp tent slightly.

If you let go of your voice and speak, it's okay, and the tent will not be shaken down.

The high priest said directly without any hesitation.

"That's what Changshengtian said."

A white disaster is also a snow disaster!

It is the greatest threat faced by grassland herdsmen.

Once a snow disaster occurs, the snow will turn into ice, the temperature will drop sharply, and countless cattle and sheep will be killed and injured, and even many herdsmen will not be able to bear it.

Not to mention the old, weak, sick and disabled.

Moreover, they will face even more severe challenges in the coming year.

There are not many cattle and sheep left, the snow is difficult to melt, spring comes later, it is difficult to grow new grass, and it is even more difficult to feed cattle and sheep.

In short, in the face of the upcoming snow disaster, going to war with the Central Plains is the best choice.

Grab the food for the autumn harvest of the Central Plains people, grab the supplies they urgently need, and by the way, consume the population of the grassland.

Although it is cruel, it is better than starving and freezing a large number of people to death.

Survival of the fittest, the law of nature.

This is the eternal truth.

Now that the high priest had brought out Changshengtian, Mao Dun Shanyu naturally no longer doubted it, and turned to talk about other things.

"High Priest, why did you bring those aliens here? They are weak and can't help, and their minds are as messy as those of the Central Plains."

Mo Dun Chanyu was a little dissatisfied, he didn't like these strangers on the grassland very much.

The behavior habits of most of them are very different from those of the grassland people, and they appear to be very different.

In fact, not only him, Shan Yu, but most grassland people don't like them.

Only the High Priest has different ideas about these aliens, and he is very close to them.

Mao Dun Shanyu once asked this question.

The high priest replied: Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will be victorious in every battle. She wants to take this opportunity to get to know the Central Plains people.

This dispelled his doubts.

However, bringing these aliens into the army this time still made him dissatisfied and puzzled.

Facing Mao Dun Shanyu's question, the high priest replied calmly.

"Can you safely leave them behind?"

Mao Dun Shanyu immediately understood, yes, the people left by the tribe are old and weak women and children, and it is indeed a huge hidden danger to keep these strange people.

He couldn't help but praise immediately.

"Yes, the High Priest is still smart."

The high priest didn't want to say anything more, turned and left.

She slowly returned to her tent. As the high priest, her tent was not far from the tent of the Chinese army commander, just a few steps away.

As soon as she came back, she took off the animal skin hood, revealing a face as white as jade, like a young woman in her twenties.

"Huh, it's really hard to be the high priest of the Huns."

Just then, a sneaky figure came in.

"sister…"

Facing the threatening gaze of the young woman, the man who got in immediately changed his words.

"The High Priest."

"Well, this is a military camp, and the walls have ears!"

The man nodded and turned to ask.

"Why did you choose this identity? It's easy to go wrong."

The young woman gave her younger brother a blank look, and complained.

"You think I'm thinking, she appeared in front of me the moment I came in, how could I not want the pie that fell from the sky."

With a smile in his eyes, the man teased.

"Hehe, but pies are not free."

The woman said angrily.

"Hmph, who knew...he would be so treacherous!"

It's rare for a man to see his sister suffer, and his original envy for her coming here with talent suddenly changed to gloating.

Now, he smiled even more happily.

"You deserve it, who made you bold enough to communicate with Him directly."

Yeah, why?

The woman had nothing to say, and was ashamed of her own stupidity.