When Pan Geng moved to Yin, I initiated Jian Shang

After Dong Guopu finished speaking, everyone was stunned.

Obviously, they are also aware of the gap between the two sides.

“Ultimately, it’s the gap in the system that’s behind this.”

Zhao Kuan heated the fire vigorously, went to fetch water, filled the pot, and while cooking porridge, he said: "It's just like what you said, you have your own clan title and your own servants. But Ling Zhi's family Together with the Wu Zhong clan and even the Lone Bamboo clan further east, they were nothing but scattered sand.

Now they are gathered together for some reasons, but to put it bluntly, they are just a ball of sand mixed with water. As long as the water dries, they will fall to the ground and fall apart.

Therefore, what we have to do now is not to guide them, but to observe the map along the way and all the logistics consumption required on the journey to the east.

Manpower, material resources, roads, etc.

These are the purposes.

We've seen the battle, and that's it, then we'll take turns moving forward, and as long as we get the map back, it will be a great achievement for all of us. "

"What Yu Lu said makes sense! Just do it!" Dong Guopu nodded repeatedly.

Others are fine with it too.

After that, they didn't bother to watch the Lingzhi clan's conquests, and took turns riding horses to lead people around, explore resources, and survey deer herds.

Although deer herds migrate, they often gather together in winter. The more places like this, the more unexpected surprises you can find.

In short, if the distribution map is clear, for some crises, this may be the possibility of survival.

Of course, there will be roaring tigers and wild boars along the way, and the teenagers will also suffer casualties.

But General Jinwu He Liuyuan still didn't say much.

Before he left, Xin Qu told these boys to go see, investigate, and even go deep into the army to understand the situation.

Although it is not their own army, this group of nobles should be happy to sell miserably to get more budget.

Anyway, it's just a transaction, negotiating with each other to get potential friends or other connections for Yan State, which will also help these boys' future development.

The Kingdom of Yan was expanding rapidly, and the first generation was generally in their twenties and thirties. If the second generation worked hard for two or three years, as his deputy, Xinqu would be able to start the follow-up migration plan.

After all, there are actually quite a few second generations, including those of the same generation as Xin Qu and others.

The children of the same generation will inevitably have to separate their families from those who have grown up, so relying on their current merits alone will definitely not be enough to give them a large share. When the time comes, we can use the excuse of the second generation to separate the family, and let the first generation share the portion that belongs to the concubines. Resources, redeem them.

This compresses their income in the heartland areas and forces them to move farther away to obtain more income enough to support themselves and their children.

Not many people know about this plan.

Xinqu couldn't tell either, so the speed of training the second generation was much faster than before. Even the children of other tribes who had defected in the past year or two, Xinqu also included them as observers this time.

In short, Wu Zhongmi didn't want to offend these boys, so he just told them not to run around, otherwise they would easily encounter enemies.

He didn't bother to care about anything else.

Until the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the allied forces of the Wu Zhong clan and the Gu Zhu clan gathered together.

Wu Zhongmi finally grinned.

After waiting for so long, they finally arrived.

Of course, not only were they waiting, but a partial division was also waiting. Although the flag of General Zhendong was hanging, the person standing under the flag had an extraordinary status.

Zixun came in person.

Mo Xuwu, Ziping, Wei brothers, etc. were all there.

They also came as observers, and their purpose was very simple, which was to see what was happening in the Northeast.

"It's indeed Mo Tuhe and Mo Raccoon."

Mo Xuwu stepped forward to see the flag clearly and then returned, with helplessness in his tone: "Not only them, I also saw Su Shen's flag (pronounced the same as 'lord')."

"Which one is it from?" "I don't know, but there is a high probability that it is part of Jiuyi."

"Nine... I remember, nine means more." Zixun thought about it, but still had a headache, "The most recent tribute should have been when Zi Geng was still here, and it was Beiqi who came.

They belong to Sushen Baiyi Liangyi. "

In the northeast, Sushenhui paid tribute to Dayi merchants and maintained a marriage relationship with the Guzhu clan, a tribe on the border of Dayi merchants.

The Guzhu family is a tribe with the surname Zi and the customs of Dayi merchants interacted with each other, Shangbai.

The Sushen tribe will be subdued after paying tribute to the Shang tribe.

No matter Guzhu or Sushen nobles, they all wear white clothes.

All members of the clan are noble and white, so they are also called white-robed barbarians.

Those who did not pay tribute were called Haoqi. Hao means the sound made by water like a net, which means that Haoqi is a tribe that makes a living by fishing and hunting.

In short, the one who sent tribute was Su Shen. Normally nobles would wear white clothes, so they were good barbarians.

Those who do not pay tribute are enemies, which is not good, because paying tribute is the same as filth, and there is an filthy meaning in it.

"Yes, I just looked at the flag. There are only nine Sushen tribes used in the flag, and there is only one who is married to my brother, called Zangqi."

Mo Xuwu explained, and Zixun nodded.

"The number of the coalition forces is about 5,000. This should involve most of the Tibetan and other ethnic groups. The Wu Zhong clan is the absolute main force, with 3,000 warriors."

"If you calculate it carefully, it's actually not much."

"It's quite a few. The Northeast is vast, there are many forests and fields, and the weather is freezing. It's rare to see so many people out and about."

Mo Xuwu said, and then he heard the sound of wheels rolling.

Then a column of soldiers held up flags to clear the way, and then the chariot slowly arrived at their side.

Looking at the three-man chariot, Zixun looked at Xin Qu on the left side of the three-man chariot, his eyes straightened.

Xin Qu was dressed in gold armor, but the style, texture, and carvings were all exquisite. As soon as this armor appeared, he immediately became the most beautiful and conspicuous in everyone's eyes.

"Mighty and domineering." Zixun clicked his tongue twice, "How do you sell this set?"

"You can't afford it." Xinqu said angrily, "Don't have bad thoughts every time you see my good things. Are some things just for sale?"

"Say a price." Zixun raised his eyebrows and asked directly.

"Ten thousand shi of millet... No, it's nothing." Xin Qu stretched out his hand and patted his armor. There was a clang, and the material used was quite sufficient. "There are some things that represent status. I sold them to you. I'm sorry. It’s hard to explain to the people below…”

When Zixun heard this, the contempt in his eyes almost showed.

How could he not understand what kind of temper Xin Qu had? It’s just that it’s not appropriate to add money.

However, when Zi Xun calculated the price, he suddenly said angrily: "One stone of millet is equal to six bags of millet, which is equal to three hundred catties. Ten thousand stone is equal to three million catties. Good guy! Are you trying to rob me?"

"Ha! You know nothing! I plan to hire a wizard after this battle and worship him every day.

I'll give it to the emperor to wear first, and when I die, I'll be buried in it. After I die, I can use the sacrificial armor to go see the emperor and ask for errands. If this can succeed, then all the money spent now will be worth it. You know, my body is not only as simple as the surface, it is also inlaid with Kyushu jade that I bought from merchants from all over the world. The inscriptions on my body are the totems of hundreds of tribes.

When I surrender the north, won't it be more than enough to become the emperor of the four directions? "

Hearing Xin Qu's words, Zixun frowned slightly. He originally wanted to refute, but then he thought about it. The armor patterns on Xin Qu's body could be seen everywhere in the Shang clan's tradition.

In other words, the emperor enshrined by the other party is also the emperor of the Shang clan.

He wanted to be Beibei when he was alive, and he wanted to be Beidi when he died.

No! We can't let this guy do it!

As the almost default monarch under the witchcraft-ridden Dayi Shang, he could not sit idly by. (End of chapter)