With modern arsenals, the number of people is no longer the key to victory in war; what matters are ammunition, weapons, and supplies!
For Zhou Cheng, there was no difference between 300,000 people and 100,000 people.
Because an army of 100,000 men armed with grenades and bullets could defeat an enemy force of 500,000 men without breaking a sweat!
No, not defeat, but crush, yes, crush!
After the number of people decreased,
Zhou Cheng could even save the points he used to redeem compressed biscuits and focus on firearms.
“Mother.” Zhou Cheng looked up.
There was a calm composure in his eyes that struck straight to the soul, as if any major event was insignificant in front of him: "Actually, we don't need that many soldiers at all, do we?"
"You mean..." Madam Zhou suddenly raised her head, her face showing a mixture of surprise and astonishment.
"With those powerful weapons that can move mountains and level seas, so what if Father only has tens of thousands of soldiers left? Under absolute strength, is there a big difference between tens of thousands and three hundred thousand?"
"Not big."
"But the difference in the amount of provisions needed to supply tens of thousands of troops versus three hundred thousand is huge!"
"So this might not be such a bad thing. Since those generals are so ungrateful and greedy for power, then let them go. I just hope that they won't be crying and begging for their lives later!"
After hearing these words, Madam Zhou felt a sense of relief and peace, her beautiful face showing a hint of contentment.
Zhou Cheng then picked up a list from the letter again.
This list was sent back to Zhou Cheng by General Zhou after he arrived at the border and thought it over.
The list contained the surnames of three official families in the capital.
The Wang, Fang, and Su families were all highly regarded officials in the imperial court, holding high positions and wielding real power.
Similarly, they also have a close relationship with the Zhou family.
Twenty years ago, when the Zhou family fell into misfortune, they extended a helping hand to Madam Zhou, who was pregnant.
General Zhou has always kept this kindness in his heart and has never dared to forget it.
As soon as Zhou Cheng saw the list, he knew what his father was thinking.
“Father really is…” Zhou Cheng sighed slightly, handing the letter to Madam Zhou and saying, “Even at this time, he is still worried about whether the Zhou family’s affairs will implicate these three aristocratic families.”
"In his letter, he instructed me to help the three families on this list before I left the capital, so that His Majesty would not vent his anger on the ministers who were on good terms with the Zhou family."
"Fine."
Although Zhou Cheng sighed, he secretly admired his father's character.
For every inch you give me, I'll return an inch.
If you hurt me even a little, I'll repay you tenfold.
Zhou Cheng’s rule was to repay kindness with kindness and revenge with revenge. He got up and went out, taking advantage of the fact that the Yan Emperor was still waiting for news from the border and had not yet taken action against the Zhou family, so he decided to visit these three families.
Let's start with the Wang family.
Lord Wang is a high-ranking official, holding a very important position.
The grandfather of the Wang family and the ancestor of the Zhou family were close relatives and friends, so the relationship between the two families in the imperial court was always good.
It is said that after Lord Wang had five daughters, he finally had a son. In ancient times, not having a son to carry on the family line was a very shameful and terrible thing, so the Wang family valued this newborn boy very much.
only.......
Rumors circulated that the baby boy's condition was unstable even in the womb.
It was born weak and sickly, seemingly infected with some incurable disease.
Zhou Cheng sat in the carriage on the way to the Prince's mansion, his brows slightly furrowed. He asked the servant who was inquiring about the news, "Have you heard about some kind of plague? Even the imperial physicians can't cure it?"
The servant respectfully replied, "Young master, the rumor is that it's a special kind of measles."
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