When Pan Geng moved to Yin, I initiated Jian Shang

Confer the title of father.

King Hezheng of Shang led a large army to fight against the Danshan and Qilong tribes who were attacking.

Thanks to Peng's victory on the battlefield, King Shanghe's command power has been rising steadily, and ordinary tribes may not be his opponents.

From the summer till now, Danshan and Qilong have been beaten back step by step. A large number of tribal strongholds have been burned and offered as sacrifices to the gods to bless the Shang clan and pray for the next victory.

In the wars of this era, the Shang clan really did not regard human life as human life. Prisoners of war and slaves were just livestock. They were sacrificed one by one, and their bright red blood was spilled on the altar, but all they got in return was cheers and joy from the Shang nobles.

The frenzied war drums kept beating, and the wizards danced around the altar, desolate and lonely. The King of Shang was among them, with his arms open facing the sun, as if he was communicating with the Emperor in the sky, waiting for his answer.

The oracle bones crackled as they burned.

Not long after, it was taken down and interpreted by the Great Witch: "Destroy the Qiang and Rong, sacrifice 300 people, great luck!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

The noble warriors gave a loud call, and everyone turned their eyes to the west.

They want to wipe out all these bastards who have invaded Heluo.

Only by taking over Heluo can ordinary nobles like them obtain a larger fiefdom!

"Western Expedition!" King He of Shang issued a war cry, announcing the start of the war.

Soon a new round of war began.

Compared with the intensity of the current war, the previous wars can really be said to be child's play.

After the sacrifice, the Shang nobles seemed to have the support of the gods. They were full of courage and could not bear any more. They charged forward without fear of death.

In addition, the golden armor on his body shines, which is awe-inspiring and terrifying, and the golden spears and silver hooks all demonstrate his strength.

The Qilong clan, Danshan clan and other tribes, which had inferior equipment, were quickly repelled. Soon, another tribal stronghold was burned down.

After destroying this tribal stronghold, the Shang clan stopped their war to rest and then proceeded step by step to prepare for the exploration of the next stronghold and war preparations.

That night, Zi Lian came and handed the King of Shang, who was eating and drinking, a letter: "This is from Song."

Shang Wanghe frowned slightly and opened the letter. The fine weaving surprised him. Of course, the description on it made him frown even more: "This Xin Qu is still as slippery as ever. He actually tricked Song and let him escape the pilgrimage."

"How about I lead the troops to bring him back?" Zi Lian also frowned.

Xin Qu escaped from the audience again and again. This matter could be a big deal or a small one. If it were to be spread, the fact that the dignified Bei Bo had never been to Yan Shang to meet the King of Shang would affect the momentum of the great Shang. Wouldn't they be thought to be afraid of Xin Qu?

"..."

After reading it, King Shang put down the book for a moment before saying, "His decision is right. Yan State has five hundred marquis guards."

"?!!" Zi Lian was puzzled, then shocked and unbelieving, "How is it possible!"

"Well, you also think it's impossible, but they changed to iron tools." Shang Wanghe nodded slightly and said, "It's possible. The iron tools that Beibo gave to his brother Lu Fu are enough to show that Beibo has mastered a new smelting method... Song is ready to try to find that smelting method.

So the letter was sent to me so that I could make good use of the expeditionary force that Xin Qu would send later.

Eight hundred people. "

"Eight hundred? How can that be enough!" Zi Lian said dissatisfiedly, "He should at least give two thousand."

"What if Xinqu proposes to send 2,000 iron soldiers? If they want to stab us in the back then, who will stop them?" King Shang asked in return.

Zi Lian shut up.

Eight hundred and two thousand, if they are all made of bronze, it doesn’t matter, they will all be cannon fodder anyway.

But what if we use iron tools?
After Xinqu sent the ironware to the south, the top nobles all knew something about it, but they did not know how many ironware soldiers Xinqu could produce.

But it is undeniable that there is no Dayi Shang, and there are a lot of troubles in the Central Plains, so we can’t take care of the north and can only deal with the major problems first.

He drummed his fingers on the table, and the King of Shang and his good mood for winning the battle were gone.

He felt more uneasiness from Zisong's documents.

The silk book in his hand had a fine woven texture. How much exquisite tool could have created it?

Not to mention that the State of Yan was still developing water conservancy projects on a large scale.

As a king, the Shang clan was also severely affected by floods, but until now he had no way to arrange a large number of people to repair water conservancy projects, while Xin Qu could unscrupulously mobilize manpower on a large scale.

This represents Xin Qu's absolute rule over Yan State. Unfortunately, he could not bring him to the south to be sacrificed.

There's a kind of frustrating feeling that you know this guy will be a big enemy in the future, but you just can't kill him now.

Very upset.

But nothing happened.

It seems that we have to decide this time quickly.

"You go and make preparations. Mobilize all the nobles near Yanzhou to send troops. I will invade Longyou this winter." King Shang said in a cold voice.

He decided that he must drive all the troublemakers in the west further west, and then concentrate all his forces on attacking the earth.

Only by opening up the road to Shanxi can we deal with Xin Qu.

Otherwise, if we take the swamps and dense forests to the east, there is a high probability that we will suffer the same disaster as the Peng battlefield did.

Zi Lian nodded. Compared with these remnants of the Xia Dynasty who were like psoriasis, the Yan State in the north was the real enemy.

After the two reached an agreement, they made their own arrangements.

……

Two months later, in late autumn, the Yan army arrived at the camp guarded by the Li family.

Xin Bing looked at this team of 800 people with flags hanging, a little surprised: "Why are you so poor this time?"

The leader was Xin Wu. Of course, he was not the main commander this time, as he was not in good health. So he handed the 800 men over to Xin Bing and said, "Qu has approved a batch of copper and cowhide lacquer armor, which is very hard.

But Quilt Song denied it.

It is said that we should not take over the show, and even the soldiers I brought were carefully selected by Zisong.

These people have no fighting power at all, they are all slave soldiers captured from the Korean Peninsula."

Xin Bing looked at his brother's complaints, then looked at the soldiers who were staggering and looking around curiously, frowned slightly and said, "Zi Song's request? It seems that they don't want the true combat power of Yan State to be fully exposed."

"That's right!" Xin Wu coughed twice. "Anyway, you and I will join forces. You can fight these people as long as you want. Then arrange a caravan in a few days and I will go back with you. These 800 people are in your hands."

"Not going to give it to Father Lu?"

"He doesn't need it." Xin Wu shook his head. "Qu said that Lu's father is now doing the work of a personal guard for King Shang, and he can't use it even if he is given it. King Shang might be suspicious and it will affect his mood.

I might as well hand them over to you. They are slave soldiers after all. If they fight well, I will give them some rewards. If they don't, I can sacrifice them all.

If you dislike their low fighting power, then let them be responsible for transporting food and fodder, and if anything happens they will be held directly responsible.

Their families will send them to you one after another once you are settled down."

"Any family members?"

"Well, only those who bring their families with them can get a high price. Lelang County will naturally sell them one tribe at a time. The slave soldiers are all held responsible for their crimes. When the time comes, you can report it and the Situ Mansion will handle it."

"Okay." The two completed the transaction.

Xin Wu went to find a clean tent to lie down.

Not long after, Zi Lian appeared outside the camp and looked at the eight hundred slave soldiers flying the Yan flag, who were staggering and looked useless.

I was a little angry at Xin Qu's perfunctory response, but then I heard Xin Bing say that these people were carefully selected by Zisong.

His cheeks twitched involuntarily, and he finally turned and left.

Not long after, many nobles came to Li's camp intentionally or unintentionally to wait and see, because they all heard a piece of news, that is, the Yan State was not as strong as said, and the seemingly elite army was nothing but a bunch of useless people.

Many nobles saw the slave soldiers of Yan State and believed the rumors.

At this point, he disdained the rumors about the "powerful" Yan State in the north.

If you really want to be strong, you should send out the elite, instead of just bringing out the trash to show off.

There wasn't even any armor.

At this point, Zisong and his team's plan was successful.

The stereotype that Yan was weak was successfully implanted in the minds of all the nobles in the Central Plains. (End of this chapter)