The Demon Lords

Chapter 824 181: It Really Hurts (Part 2)

"This time, going back to Snow Sea Pass is a legitimate opportunity to set up a new structure. With your subordinates, you need to manage wisely. Don't delegate all power, but also don't be reluctant to relinquish some."

This was considered advice.

Though, in truth, Lord Zheng least needed such advice, as throughout history, it seems no hero ever had such a capable team as his.

Each was highly skilled, not to mention unlikely to rebel because, aside from the life pleasures of 'stirring up trouble,' none seemed truly fond of sitting in that seat of power.

But when your elders tell you these things, it's out of affection; you shouldn't consider them nagging.

"The prince's teachings, I will definitely bear in mind,"

Tian Wujing nodded,

then continued,

"Although in recent years I have not planned to attack the snowfield again, you must not be lax with affairs there. Use division, alliances, and weakening tactics at your discretion;

also, always have ten thousand cavalry ready at Snow Sea Pass, prepared to be dispatched south to Town South Pass at any moment. My judgment is that the Chu people wouldn't dare to attack, but if they indeed intend to make a big move..."

At this,

Tian Wujing gave a calm smile.

"Perhaps you can use this to change your count title to a marquis one."

"Prince, I am actually not very concerned with these empty titles. Like you, the court's punitive edict is likely about to come down. Whether you are a prince or an earl, what difference does it make to the Jingnan Army, to the Eastern Conquest Army, or to the entire Yan?"

Last night, old Tian even sparred with Shatuo Que Shi, so he should be aware of some of his little secrets.

Therefore, in speaking, he could actually relax a bit more.

Facing Zheng Fan's "taking an inch and asking for a mile,"

Tian Wujing was not angered,

but asked instead,

"Zheng Fan."

"Here I am."

"Do your job well and do what you should do."

"Yes, Prince!"

In truth, it felt like Tian Wujing had something he originally wanted to say but ultimately didn't.

But since he chose not to say it, that's that—Lord Zheng didn't have the confidence to dig into Prince Jingnan's matters.

Not far from the commanding tent, he saw Chen Yang waiting for him.

Zheng Fan needed to relocate, and there was a stretch to go beyond the Wang River to Snow Sea Pass. Chen Yang was arranged by Tian Wujing to help escort Zheng Fan's migration team.

"Brother Zheng, can we set off?"

"Sorry to keep you waiting, brother, let's get moving."

The team set off again, and with Chen Yang leading five thousand Jingnan cavalry to assist, the speed and order of the team's advancement greatly improved.

If these migrating people were compared to a flock of sheep, then the cavalry moving among them were akin to shepherd dogs.

Indeed, feudal officials are essentially shepherding the people for the emperor. The term 'shepherd' explains it all.

Zheng Fan certainly did not need to worry about the details of the migration team. On the second day of marching, Chen Yang invited him out; each took a hundred cavalrymen to the nearby woods to hunt.

Even if they delayed for half a day, with their light cavalry and fast horses, catching up with the team would be easy—a chance to fully enjoy a moment of leisure amid their busyness.

Due to the raids by the wild men, the population of local residents had significantly decreased, while on the contrary, animals in the forests had become more active. Occasionally, one could even see wild creatures wandering in abandoned villages.

The devastation and harm of war to the people are truly immeasurable.

However, Lord Zheng didn't dwell much on "sentimentality" because, after all, he was among those benefiting from the spoils of war. Complaining after having eaten is too disgraceful.

Chen Yang shot a deer,

Lord Zheng killed a little white rabbit,

afterward,

both let their guards roam freely,

while the two of them sat by a campfire,

a few soldiers handling their game by the stream, cleaning and preparing it.

"Brother Zheng, our prince is truly good to you. I've followed the prince for over ten years now and am considered one of the veterans in the Jingnan Army. Honestly, I have a lot of envy in my heart for you."

An opener, certainly starting with kind words to lay the groundwork, so everyone adjusts before getting to the main topic.

"The prince's benevolence towards me is indeed immeasurable."

"In truth, the prince bears much hardship. Others might not see it, but we do know, and I believe you do as well, Brother Zheng."

Zheng Fan nodded, habitually pulling out a small "China" brand metal box from his pocket.

At the same time, he took out a cigarette and offered it to Chen Yang.

In a conversation, to seize control or break someone's control, one must learn to use this method to temporarily divert the topic.

Actually, Zheng Fan knew what Chen Yang wanted to say.

Currently,

those few generals in the North Border army had become much more obedient,

because the Earl of North Border, oh no, the current Prince of North Border had completely lowered his stance.

But the Jingnan Army was different.

To be frank, in recent years, Yan's wars against Jin, the Jingnan Army fought half of it, but the subsequent battles, whether attacking the capital city of Jin State or entering the snowfields or repelling wild tribes, were actually conducted under Tian Wujing's command with the Jingnan Army as the main force.

What are vainglorious soldiers?

This is vainglorious soldiers!

In the ethos of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, or if Tian Wujing's prestige failed to instill awe in the entire army leadership,