Chapter 1338 - 327: The First Town! (Part 2)

Chapter 1338: Chapter 327: The First Town! (Part 2)

Later, Sang Hu let him leave, gave him freedom, but he refused;

Later, Sang Hu offered him a position, to become his subordinate, he also refused;

Later...

Later...

Then,

Sang Hu gave him his position, placed his forehead onto his worn-out boot.

As he became the nominal common lord of the snow plains and received allegiance from the guides, he appointed Sang Hu as the chief priest of the Star Guide.

He integrated the muddled wild people and on the snow plains, defeated the Situ Family’s army multiple times, broke through the Snow Sea Pass, and then on the Wang River, defeated the then-invincible Yan Army.

What is the snow plains like with the Wild People King, and what is it like without him?

Were Situ Yi and Situ Jiong truly fools, why did they naively think the Wild People King would become a dog under their feet?

Because the fixed thinking of hundreds of years made them unable to believe that the wild people could rise up and even threaten them, ultimately turning the tables.

But he still lost,

lost in front of Lord Jingnan,

but truthfully speaking,

if we hadn’t successfully ambushed the Snow Sea Pass and blocked the wild people’s retreat, the Wild People King wouldn’t have needed to go into a decisive battle, he could have calmly maneuvered with Lord Jingnan, based on his character and strategic thought, the likelihood would have been retreat in the end, and the Blue Luan Army under Qu TianNan at Jade Plate City would likely have been sacrificed.

Then, retreat back to the snow plains, continue integrating the other tribes not yet surrendered, while digesting the spoils of war, establishing a truly meaningful Wild People’s Royal Court on the snow plains.

At that time, the wild people of the snow plains, under his leadership, would gradually transform into a new wasteland.

Try again, dare you to rely on only twenty thousand troops at the Snow Sea Pass to rest easy?

Without a hundred thousand permanent troops, would you be able to securely guard this northern gate to the snow plains?

At this point, the blind man laughed several times,

and said:

You say, does this Wild People King resemble a back-breaking slacker rising from the bottom?

No money, no family background, step by step through his own efforts and struggles, managed to rise almost to success, and then, met with...

At this time,

Fanli from the side chimed in:

"A cheat."

......

Lord Zheng walked to the Wild People King, looking at Sang Hu’s corpse.

Gou Moli stopped his humming, raised his head, looked at Lord Zheng, then the desolation on his face instantly vanished, replaced with flattery and enthusiasm.

He prostrated before Lord Zheng,

shouted:

"Lord, I, Gouzi, have not failed your expectations, I’ve helped you conquer Yangshan Village, I, Gouzi, am still useful, am I not?"

After saying this,

he looked at Lord Zheng with a face full of innocence and expectation.

Lord Zheng pulled over a Chu corpse, turned it over, sat on it, looking at the Wild People King, reached out, pointed at Sang Hu’s corpse,

and said:

"Dead?"

"To die in battle for the Lord is a blessing he’d cultivated over eight lifetimes, it’s his fortune, haha!"

"Hmm, very well, next time I see you, without him, there’ll be fewer troubles."

The Wild People King’s skills were indeed lacking.

Lord Zheng’s strength, in the face of the Wild People King, held absolute overwhelming advantage.

But if Sang Hu is added to the mix, Lord Zheng would be less stable.

The Wild People King heard this, reached out and patted Sang Hu’s body, and said:

"Lord, if you’d said earlier, if you’d spoken earlier, I’d have gone ahead and poisoned him, save us the trouble;

Gouzi knows that Lord you hate trouble most, I would spare no effort to help you solve all troubles."

"Tired?"

Lord Zheng asked.

"Winning a battle, how could one feel tired! We won this fight quickly, cleanly, efficiently, beautifully. Once these prisoners are sent back, this stage with a million troops will see the Lord singing out with the poise of a famous actor!"

"I asked, are you tired?"

"Lord, not tired, really not tired."

"But I, looking at you now, believe you seem quite tired."

"Lord..."

"Do you know, every time you call yourself Gouzi, a servant, debasing yourself in front of me, I feel a bit uncomfortable inside."

"Does it remind Lord of your past self?" The Wild People King asked cautiously.

Lord Zheng shook his head and said: "Actually, I too was sycophantic, initially, facing the Earl of North Border’s daughter, I would also say good things, when encountering Yan’s Sixth Prince, I would also say good things, facing Hui Wenzu of Hutou City, I would also speak well, meeting Lord Jingnan, I would also speak well.

When encountering people with status higher than myself, I would consort with them, choose words that they found interesting, that made them happy, comfortable to hear.

Right,

people,

living,

there’s always something that makes you bow your head,

to your superior, to those who decide your livelihood, even your life and death, bow down; it’s normal and very much expected, not something strange."

"Then, Lord you just..."

"Tut, but I never became like you, bowing down is bowing down, but burying my head in the dirt, I cannot do, nor do I wish to do."

As he spoke,

Lord Zheng reached into his pocket and took out an orange,

this was handed by the blind man yesterday when setting out, always kept, now a bit wilted.

Lord Zheng peeled the orange,

said:

"Cheering them up, is to make your days pass a bit better, you must give to receive, I understand, but to speak candidly, within me, there is a line, once crossed, I will..."