Conspiracy

Chapter 599

The next day.

The barracks was immersed in a solemn atmosphere of desolation, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers were already ready to go and stood by for orders.

Chu Zheng was standing on the high platform holding an epee. His complexion was dark, his brows were drawn into his temples, his sharp eyes were powerful, and he exuded endless evil spirit.Holding a bowl of rice wine in his hand, he drank it in one gulp, and smashed the bowl to the ground with a 'bang'.

Facing the [-] troops below, he shouted loudly: "This expedition to the Southern Wilderness, we have a heavy responsibility! The sword of Xiliang is at the front! The barbarians of the Northern Rong are at the back! We have no way to retreat!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Those one hundred thousand soldiers were like pines standing on the top of the mountain, tall and straight, and their eyes were full of fear of death without exception.

The fate of their families and people is in their hands. Once the southern expedition fails, what awaits them will be Xiliang iron cavalry trampling on the land of Luoqi, red tassels stained with blood, and swords in their throats.Scholars and common people have no bones left.The orphan girl drinks poisoned wine, and the orphan son has no one to rely on.

Su Zhen was riding a war horse, her momentum was as fierce as the scorching sun, and her eyes were like cold stars under her eyebrows.

Chu Zheng got on his horse, pointed the heavy sword in his hand to Fang Fang: "Soldiers! Let's go!"

Shang Yujia and Shang Yuchen led a group of ministers to watch the [-] elite army go away.

Today's soldiers are no longer what they used to be. They have put on new refined iron armor and the latest weapons.

When they set off for the Southern Wilderness, new weapons and armors were continuously being forged and shipped to the Southern Wilderness batch by batch.

The Southern Wilderness is not as rich in resources as the Beirong Grassland, and its grain production is extremely low.

He was no match for Xiliang, a powerful country, and Luo Qi, who was number one in military strength.

Among the four countries, Nanhuang is undoubtedly the weakest.

No one ever thought that the Southern Wasteland, which is full of rocks and hills, would become a treasure land of geomantic omen.

Every year during the autumn harvest, the people in the various tribes in the Southern Wilderness are miserable.

Southern Wilderness is poor, and the taxes and food they pay are even more stringent than Luoqi and Xiliang. They need to harvest food day and night, and every time the payment is completed, the food left in their hands can only last through the winter.Before planting in spring next year, a large number of people will starve to death.

But this year, every once in a while, soldiers dressed in strange clothes would harass the border of the southern wilderness, causing the people to suffer unspeakably.

Those soldiers are very strange. The weapons and armor they wear and equip do not look like those of Shikoku.

Fortunately, the leader of the tribe bought a lot of bows and crossbows from somewhere, and distributed them to the soldiers of the tribe to defend against foreign enemies. The life of the people was easier.

The farmers are harvesting in the fields with sickles under the scorching sun. Even though they are tired and bent over, they have to continue to work.

A farmer took off the cloth towel on his shoulders, wiped the sweat off his face, and was about to continue harvesting, when a "buzzing, buzzing" sound suddenly came from his ears. It was as if dark clouds were pressing down on the environment, covering half of the sky.

Seeing that 'dark cloud' getting closer and closer, he finally saw the true appearance of those things clearly.

"Locusts! It's locusts! The locusts are coming! Hurry up! Hurry up and harvest!"

As he shouted loudly, the other farmers panicked, but the locusts moved extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, two acres of land had been wiped out.

Before they even figured out how to deal with it, the locusts had already flown to them.

They waved the sickles in their hands desperately, but it was useless. All the fields were destroyed in an instant, and even the grain they had harvested before was eaten up.

From sowing in spring to harvesting in autumn, it has been more than half a year. The food they have worked so hard to grow has disappeared in less than a quarter of an hour!
The farmers sat on the ground and patted their legs and cried loudly. These grains were their lives!
Without food, they can still eat leaves and bark!But once you can't hand over a certain amount of food to the top, your life will be in danger!

Those locusts didn't know what they were thinking. Wherever they passed, there was only loess all over the ground, not even half a grain of rice remained.

If that's the case, that's all. Those unfamiliar soldiers attacked again.

As soon as their army appeared, they turned around and ran without stopping.

After several rounds, the hungry Southern Wilderness soldiers were exhausted.

This sudden locust plague was not aimed at a certain small tribe, but at the entire Southern Wilderness.

In the camp of the leader of the main tribe, people kept coming in and out, reporting on the situation of the locust plague.

The leader of the Southern Wilderness, Ana Ye, has a bearded face, sunken eye sockets, prominent cheekbones, and an unusually tall and strong figure.

Hearing the repeated reports from his subordinates, he angrily threw the bronze cup in his hand to the ground.

"Bastard! Didn't the high priest say earlier that this year will definitely have a bumper harvest and there will never be any natural disasters?!"

"Back to the leader! High Priest Lihan has never made a mistake, and the deviation this time should be just an accident." A general said tremblingly.

'Snapped'

A heavy slap landed on his face!

"Go and tell Lihan! If he can't destroy the locusts! This king will chop up his body and feed them to those insects!"

"Yes! This subordinate is going!"

After the general left, another middle-aged man with a long scar on his face stood up. From his appearance, it could be seen that this man was not from the Southern Wilderness.

"My lord, we sold stones and weeds to Luoqi merchants in exchange for weapons, and now there is very little food left in the tribe. For now, we have only one way to go."

"Mr. Mu, you mean to let the king continue to trade with the Luoqi merchants and exchange those rags for their food and weapons?"

"Yes, what they need is everywhere in our southern wilderness. Even if they sit on the ground and raise prices, and the lions open their mouths, we don't have to be afraid!"

After a little deliberation, Ana Ye finally agreed: "Come here! Summon Meng Si! This king has something important to discuss!"

Meng Si is a businessman who suddenly appeared in the Southern Wilderness a few months ago. At first, he just led a caravan to trade food with some tribes people secretly. Until later, he took a crossbow with the Luoqi logo in exchange .

The Southern Wilderness is not big, and their small actions were quickly discovered. After the Southern Wilderness leader Ana Ye found out, he immediately arrested Meng Si and his caravan.

At the beginning, they were tortured and tortured, but they kept silent until after the torture, they told the truth. It turned out that they colluded with some corrupt officials in Luoqi to resell weapons.

As for the weeds and stones they exchanged, Meng Si also followed orders, not knowing what effect they had.

Afterwards, Ana Ye became obsessed with ghosts, and the transactions with Meng Si became more and more daring.

Between you and me, Nanhuang Kingdom has already exchanged tens of thousands of weapons from Meng Si.

During this period, they were not without suspicion.

But the strange army that appeared from time to time made them tired of coping, and they had to buy weapons to defend against the enemy.

(End of this chapter)