Mythical Three Kingdoms
Chapter 1903 - 1739: When Strength Is Enough, Nothing Is a Problem
"It seems everyone understands the situation, so I won’t say much more." Zhang Su saw that everyone was showing a solemn expression and nodded in satisfaction.
"I have a question." Wu Yi, who hadn’t spoken earlier and seemed almost invisible, slowly stood up and said.
"General Wu, what question do you have?" Zhang Su looked at Wu Yi and asked; in his impression, Wu Yi had always been very low-key. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"In terms of strategy, wouldn’t a great defeat be more appropriate?" Wu Yi looked at Zhang Su and the others, expressionless, and asked.
Instantly, Zhang Ren, Yan Yan, Liu Gui, and the others reacted, turning their heads to look at Zhang Su. Indeed, if one referred to national strategy, then their major defeat was actually more meaningful than a major victory.
"No, you’re mistaken. Liu Cao Sunx are bound to fight; the longer it drags on, the more troublesome it becomes, and the more likely unexpected complications will arise over time," Zhang Song shook his head and said.
"Furthermore, life is very precious to us. Although sometimes it’s worth sacrificing for certain things, we’re not at that point yet." Huang Quan chimed in from the side.
"Moreover, if our army achieves a great victory, it doesn’t matter; with Yizhou’s power alone, we can suppress the other side, so there’s no concern over Kushan’s counterattack." Zhang Su half-explained, half-reminded them.
"I see." Zhang Ren and the others nodded in understanding.
"Since all of you understand, then please give your all when the time comes." Zhang Su respectfully bowed slightly.
"We will give our utmost!" Zhang Ren and Yan Yan both stood up and solemnly bowed to Zhang Su. This battle concerned the situation for the following years; they must exert themselves fully.
"To clarify, the primary goal is a major victory. If unable to achieve this, please mentally prepare yourselves; I’d rather risk being killed than disrupt our army," Wang Lei stood up and said to the military generals.
If any person here was unafraid of sacrificing themselves for righteousness, Wang Lei would definitely be at the forefront; this guy had always been fearless of death, a typical idealistic and purpose-driven type.
"Cough cough cough, don’t listen to his nonsense." Zhang Su stepped out to lighten up the atmosphere.
Clearly, no one paid attention to Zhang Su; Zhang Ren and Yan Yan had worked with Wang Lei many times, so they naturally understood the high possibility of Wang Lei doing such things if it came to that.
"Therefore, I admonish everyone once more to give your all." Zhang Song strode forward, deeply bowing to a group of civil and military officials, followed by Wang Lei solemnly bowing to everyone.
At this moment, there was no more joking around, and no one avoided the issue; they all accepted this salute from Zhang Song and Wang Lei with solemn expressions, not reciprocating the gesture.
In return, all who accepted this salute must either fight bravely and win or die fighting on the battlefield; this bow meant facing smoke and flames with weapons in hand, turning them into gleaming halberds.
"King Meng Huo, King Mulu, King Wutugu, we don’t wish to deceive you. In such a perilous situation, are you sure you want to join us in battle?" Zhang Su looked at Wutugu who was still chewing without realizing, and the frowning King Meng Huo and King Mulu, and asked.
"Assistant Officer Zhang, since you promised us to be one family originally, and after pacifying Yongchang together, we drank the blood wine in front of all tribal chiefs. Therefore, if you choose to fight, then as long as I have one soldier, I, Meng Huo will follow!" Meng Huo drank all the wine in his cup and crushed the bronze wine vessel, speaking to Zhang Su.
"Since I regard King Meng Huo as the leader, then if King Meng Huo fights to the last soldier, I will undoubtedly follow!" King Mulu steeled his heart and spoke immediately, seeing Meng Huo’s choice.
Meanwhile, Wutugu, who had some serious mental issues, was still gnawing on the pig’s feet. Meng Huo kicked him lightly, and he finally reacted but still utterly unaware of the discussion.
"Wutugu has an issue here, but he won’t act recklessly," Meng Huo pointed to his head and said, and Wutugu remained oblivious.
"Besides, I’m no longer a king now," Meng Huo said with a smile.
"The generals understand deeply the righteousness." Wang Lei stated respectfully.
Meng Huo just smiled without speaking; he was very loyal, equally hard to be subdued, but once conquered, he would never rebel. Having recognized the Han Dynasty, he was willing to fight for it even if it meant death on the battlefield, as this was his ethos.
The civil and military officials had no other thoughts, all holding an attitude of fighting to serve the country, leading nearly a hundred thousand troops westward, steadily advancing. Moreover, during the continuous advance, the civil and military ministers of the Han Army kept verifying their formations.
"Not to mention anything else, the Kushan Empire is superior to us in terms of spirit," Qin Mi said, looking at the intelligence sent over, with a face full of admiration.
Before reaching the Wenga Dynasty, the civil and military of the Han Army had already learned about the events at Wenga from indigenous people. Although rumors were flying, no matter where the indigenous people were from, they dared not alter Kushan Empire’s sole statement "The nation dissolves, becoming a battlefield."
"Indeed, speaking solely of spirit, we admit we are inferior to the Kushan Empire. Unexpectedly, the Kushan, defeated by our Protectorate of the Western Regions over a hundred years ago, have grown to such an extent today," Cheng Ji said with a face full of respect and admiration, from such words the spirit of the empire could be appreciated.
"Actually, we mainly defeated all the neighboring nations capable of fighting; for several decades, we haven’t encountered a small country. Back in the days of the Marquis of Dingyuan’s campaign, eliminating dozens of countries, we were even more domineering than Kushan," Zhang Song said with a sneer, clearly dissatisfied.
"In retrospect, if we severely defeat the Kushan Empire, we should send out a proclamation to these bastards and see what results it will yield," Zhang Su coldly took over Zhang Song’s topic and said.
"By that time, they wouldn’t dare have any evasive thoughts," Wang Lei stated plainly. "However, pure dominance isn’t beneficial; first crush their bones with dominance and then win their hearts with the Holy Path; that’s the right way."
"In the Northern Yizhou, some places are quite impoverished. Yizhou is mountainous, and those mountain folk can only live by hunting. I think this location under our feet is nice; we’ll directly occupy it when we return," Huang Quan said sinisterly, "What do you all think?"
"If we manage to win, not only this, Kushan will give us half of the Baisheng Dynasty’s land they occupy, as for here, hum, Gong Heng, you seem to be getting old with poor memory, this place originally belongs to us," Qin Mi pointed at the map, speaking with such certainty that Huang Quan was momentarily stunned.
Li Hui silently turned his head to glance at Qin Mi’s map, secretly cursing, Qin Mi really has the audacity to take out the Classic of Mountains and Seas map for comparison, but as long as the strength is sufficient, the Classic of Mountains and Seas is also legitimate.
Yes, it’s an absolutely genuine map with no water mixed in, whether you believe it or not; anyway, Qin Mi, widely knowledgeable, ranging from ancient to modern, definitely knows how to present it in a way that leaves you speechless.