Building walls high, accumulating grain widely, and becoming king slowly are Heyue's attitude and Yunyang's development strategy.
Powerful countries or territories often conduct large-scale exercises and military training in order to show off their military power and maintain their dominance. But Yunyang adopted the completely opposite strategy. All the troops were trained in secret, and the number of troops was never clearly announced to the public, hiding all the strength in the dark.
Experienced dark organizations can infiltrate members into various parts of the target territory, and calculate the food consumption of the territory by counting food production, taxation, and treasury storage, and then calculate the approximate number of troops in the army.
However, this miraculous method was half ineffective even in Yunyang.
The uneven grain production, the large amount of imports and exports, and the "windfall" obtained from the demons all made the calculation work extremely difficult. Except for a few territories that had the means to infer a rough idea, most of the territories had given up.
The only thing that can be judged is that Yunyang's current army should exceed six figures.
Because when Yunyang changed hands, the southern frontier general Takis chose to surrender, and he had 40,000 people in his hands. The outside world generally believes that since Fang Shisan has the courage to let Takis continue to lead this army, it means that she still has more than 60,000 people in her hands, so that the situation can be controlled.
It's just that these troops won't show up easily, they are slowly completing their transformation in places that the world can't see.
The world is in turmoil, Lingwu looks south, and the sea of clouds looks north; Western Qin and Southern Chu show their sharpness, and South Vietnamese rebels face each other across the mountain; King Huai Qiming is ready to go, and the old royal family seeks change; Wan Ze carries the demons on his shoulders, and watches the world from the northwest...
To the east of Yunyang, Tiancheng Territory.
Everything in the outside world seems to have nothing to do with this place. The eldest son, Wenming, was still happily eating human flesh, and the second son, Wencai, was also tirelessly playing with women. Lord Tian Cheng, who was very drunk, held the wine bottle and said drunkenly to the moon in the sky:
"Come, drink! Drink this cup, and bless my Tiancheng Territory for another five hundred years!"
Outside the lord's mansion, the young mother whose baby had just been taken away kept crying in a sad voice:
"My son... give my son back... please..."
The eldest son threw the half-eaten bottom of the pot to the guard and said:
"Send it out and give her a taste."
Second Young Master Wen Cai also patted his chubby belly, wiped the sweat off his face, and asked:
"Hey, wait a minute! Let's see if the women outside are pretty. If they are beautiful, remember to bring them back."
There was another burst of laughter in the lord's mansion. The two brothers laughed at each other's hobbies, as if the sky had fallen and they couldn't fall here. The high wall separates the world inside the wall from the world outside the wall. On one side are the hungry and cold people who have nowhere to go, and on the other side are the fat, strong and well-fed nobles. The woman's cry echoed in the same sky, but different people heard different voices from it.
Here, the nobility took pleasure in the suffering of the common people.
Here, there is no morality and conscience, not even the most basic bottom line of being a human being.
Here, the wind is also bored, and the clouds are unwilling to stay. There are no innocent people alive in this land, and everyone is burdened with sins. This place has long been rotten to the bone.
It didn't take long for the woman outside the lord's mansion to arrive under Wencai's body, and her cries of pain became muffled after being continuously whipped. Wenming took a sip of the broth cheerfully, and said to Wencai:
"I heard that after the kid in the west took his father's territory, he opened the border and allowed our people to join them."
Wencai moved his waist and said:
"As expected of the person I like, he has a kind heart."
Wen Ming laughed, and when he finished, he said to him:
"Guess what? Not half a month later, they closed the border again. You are so easy to save people? The people in our family are used to stealing, smashing, cheating and abducting. The crime rate in Yang has risen a bit. Those good old people in Yunyang who are full of food, look at us pitifully, can't help but take them in, and the result is that their heads were chopped off while they were sleeping, and they lost their money and people."
Wencai also laughed, and then concentrated on the needlework in hand.
Wenming continued to mutter intermittently:
"If you want me to tell you, it has to be a territory like ours to be safe! Beating us is thankless, and they will understand slowly. If you beat us down, do you want to govern? With so many mouths, no matter how rich the background is, you have to give it to him Eat poor... The country of our brothers is as solid as gold, because no one cares about it."
Wenming also found a bottle of wine, bit the cork off with his teeth, took a deep sniff, and said with emotion:
"Good stuff, from Yunyang, worth at least five women."
Wenming drank half a bottle in one go.
Wencai's side had already done something, and Fuyi went, and ordered the guards to drag the half-dead woman out. The poor woman was already out of her mind when she saw her child's bones, and she didn't know how to resist after being ruined. The guard who dragged her out saw that she was still pretty, and immediately knew that she could be happy again tonight.
Make the best use of everything.
Wencai found a glass, poured himself half a glass of after-the-fact wine, swallowed, let out a sigh of relief and said with a smile:
"Brother, what you said is so right. Come on, let me toast you a toast, we two brothers have a good drink! I have already thought about it, if someone really takes a fancy to our territory and we can't beat it, just Give it to them directly. You can still exchange a sum of money, change your status as a nobleman, and continue to be happy. Surrender without killing, it is ominous to kill... To be honest, I am tired of playing with women here, and I also want to go to a new place to play with women Be happy, and have money to be filial to our father."
Wenming touched his younger brother with a wine bottle, and ordered the guards to get some more "appetizers".
The guards got the order, and went for a walk in the street in a pretentious manner, arresting anyone they saw.
Lord Tian Cheng looked at his two sons with a gratified smile on his face. I feel that my son has grown up and knows how to repay himself. I have not loved these two bastards for nothing for so many years.
He looked at the night sky above his head, his head was floating like a cloud under the stimulation of alcohol. Lord Tiancheng suddenly remembered that a few years ago, there was an unknown little character in front of him, talking about reforms, and saying that he wanted to reduce the power of his two sons and restrain their evil behavior in daily life—
Pure fucking nonsense!
Thinking about it now, Lord Tiancheng still felt that it was outrageous, he just wanted to pamper his son like this, so what does it matter to others
There is no father in the world who would attack his own son.
Lord Tian Cheng looked at the moon above his head, and grinned, his beard was wet with wine. He lay drunkenly on a huge bluestone, hiccupped, poured all the wine in the bottle on the ground, and muttered in a daze:
"It's made in heaven, it's made in heaven, it's made in heaven...God bless our father and son to be safe and sound, and those troublemakers will never recover..."