"Big brother, should we chase them or not?" Erniu asked.
He only uses this title when he is alone and no outsiders are present.
The wicked man glanced at the Wei soldiers fleeing frantically in the distance and said disdainfully, "He's just a treacherous minister. It's just a matter of killing him if we catch him. Why bother with him?"
At this moment, all he could see were the provisions in the camp, and he dared not think about the lives of those people.
He felt a surge of relief, thankful that he had arrived in time. Had he arrived a moment later, giving them ample time, they might have burned the entire encampment down.
By then, all the food supplies will be gone, and where will he go to complain?
"Let's go, let's go check on the supplies first!"
The wicked man spurred his horse and charged straight into the camp, completely ignoring the few terrified Wei soldiers scattered around.
Now, nothing can stop him from going to check the supplies.
Upon seeing this, the Wei soldiers scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing for their lives.
They also remembered Xu Jia's previous injustice thoroughly and would probably spread it around when they returned.
Inside the base.
"Hahahaha..."
The wicked man laughed heartily at the abundant grain, as if it were New Year's Day.
"Look at our eldest brother, he's really terrified of being poor!"
Erniu and Chunning whispered to each other, their eyes filled with heartache for their wicked husbands.
They knew how difficult it was for their elder brother. He was a general, a civil official, and in charge of the Qin state's treasury and the food supply for the people of the world. It was tough!
After an unknown amount of time, the wicked man slowly suppressed his smile and said, "There is too much grain. Hurry back and call people to help transport it. I will personally guard this place."
......
"My lord, the Qin army hasn't pursued us, they haven't pursued us..."
Upon hearing Sun Zheng's words, Xu Jia finally breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat, still shaken.
He really escaped death, but he was puzzled as to why the Qin army would let him go, given that he was a powerful minister of Wei.
Could it be that in their eyes... they are not even as good as those provisions?
Thinking about it this way, he actually felt angry.
He looked around and saw that only Sun Zheng's personal guards were still by his side. A sense of desolation welled up in his heart. He had completely messed up the task that King Xi of Wei had repeatedly instructed him to do!
Going back would mean facing endless impeachments, and a sense of desolation inevitably welled up in my heart.
"My lord, what do we do next?" a guard asked cautiously.
Xu Jia took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew this was not the time for self-pity, so he slowly said, "Let's rest for a while and continue our journey. We must return to Daliang as soon as possible and inform the King about the battle here."
The guards nodded in agreement. After a short rest, the group continued their journey, riding at full speed towards Daliang City.
...
"Hahaha, we've struck it rich! We've really struck it rich! This time, we're definitely going to destroy Wei!" The wicked man summoned a group of his trusted generals, and his hearty laughter carried far and wide.
Li Balang chuckled as well, his face sinister, and said, "If you're short of men, send men; if you're short of food, send food. What will King Xi of Wei use to resist the commander-in-chief?"
"We have the advantage of timing, location, and popular support; the fate of Wei is sealed!"
As the two continued their conversation, everyone in the room finally realized that the wicked husband's actions were not a spur-of-the-moment decision or an attempt to appease the surrendered soldiers.
Instead, he had already discussed it with Li Baliang and was determined to destroy the Wei Kingdom in one battle!
Immediately afterwards, their expressions also became heated.
There's nothing else to it but the glory of destroying a nation is right before my eyes!
The moonlight outside the window was like water, while inside the room it was bustling with activity as everyone chattered about their opinions and views.
Li Balang asked, "General, should we first withdraw General Wang Ben from Han and send him to help destroy Wei?"
After a moment's thought, the wicked man shook his head and said, "Wei is now at its last gasp. It is impossible for them to let us destroy them. They will definitely go to seek help."
"Don't forget that Lord Xinling of Wei once formed an alliance to attack Qin. If he asks for help, although the state of Han is weak, it is not a problem to get a few hundred thousand troops. He will have to stay there to hold Han back."
"The states of Wei, Han, and Zhao are the Three Jin states, and they have always stood together through thick and thin. If the King of Wei were to seek help, he would surely turn to the Kings of Zhao and Han."
"Now that Wang Ben has tied down Han, only Zhao remains."
At this point, he sighed, "I wonder how Zhang Han and the others are doing. Judging from the days, they should have been releasing the poison for quite some time now?"
"If all goes well... Zhao will have no intention of helping Wei."
Everyone was stunned by what they heard, and Li Balang, a man of great wisdom and foresight, was even more shocked.
Could it be that... General Laiqian was already prepared to destroy Wei?
"General, are you saying that the poisoning incident will surely provoke the three clans to put pressure on the Zhao state?"
The wicked husband nodded slightly, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.
If Zhang Han and his two companions do their jobs, the three tribes of the grasslands will definitely be in big trouble, and the only thing they can rely on is the State of Zhao.
What kind of character do those three clans have?
Such a huge loss would inevitably require them to seek help from their ally, the State of Zhao!
What?
You're saying you don't want to help?
The words were spoken a second ago, and the three races launched an attack the next second!
It's hard to predict what the three red-eyed clans might do, but their impact on the Zhao state will definitely go far beyond the loss of money and grain.
Therefore, the term "evil husband" came about.
As it turns out, the State of Zhao really had no interest in dealing with the State of Wei; they were currently facing a real headache!
Zhao Yan was indeed having a headache over the three tribes of the grasslands!
A few days ago, a plague broke out in the Three Clans, causing countless deaths and injuries to people and livestock, which brought great suffering to the Zhao Kingdom.
In order to retain the hard-won 'allies' and trade, he agreed to the three tribes' demands for price increases three times, and even generously donated money and sent doctors and herbs to help them get through the plague.
Unfortunately, the plague came from an unknown source, and there was absolutely nothing that could be done about it. It was incurable, and the doctors were devastated, shaking their heads as they tried several remedies without any success.
Unfortunately, the doctors had no choice but to return with the herbs.
This time, instead of causing any harm, it brought back the plague.
About a hundred doctors who went to the three tribes on the grasslands returned with the same symptoms as the three tribes, and the disease was spreading in the city.
What kind of people do these doctors usually come into contact with?
They were all sick and weak people, how could they withstand this plague? They were infected instantly, and it spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred.
Thus, the plague spread at an alarming rate, causing widespread panic throughout the Zhao state.
Fortunately, their symptoms were not as severe as those of the three races, and at least no one has died from the disease yet, which is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
Before this matter was resolved, the three clans sent people again.
This time, he was so angry that he wanted to kill the envoy's entire family. The envoy had actually made an outrageous demand, wanting the State of Zhao to provide a large amount of grain to help him through his difficulties.
The amount of supplies needed, when added together, was equivalent to eight-tenths of the annual tax revenue of the Zhao state!
How could he possibly agree to this? But the three clans actually made some harsh threats!
If they won't give it to us, we'll take it ourselves!
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