Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1561 1533. Perception of Power
Until today, it was actually the first time that the officials and nobles in Lushan City knew what Lushan City had become in the two months that had passed by like a flash.

The comparison and changes in power between the past and present is something that is difficult for insensitive people to detect themselves.

It’s like when you’re over 30, you suddenly feel like you have less energy.

The body is actually in a state of slow wear and tear, but most people are not sensitive enough to notice the daily changes.

It is not until the accumulation reaches a certain level of qualitative change that one suddenly realizes it.

If an individual who can directly feel the changes in his body is so slow, then the perception of changes in himself by an organization or group composed of many individuals will be even more blurred to the point of being unimaginable.

Perhaps, when an organization is rotten to the core and cannot be saved, the top leaders still don't even show any signs of noticing it.

Or perhaps an organization is no longer what it used to be, but the individuals within it have no idea of ​​that.

Today's Lushan City obviously belongs to the latter.

After Lan En's analysis of interpersonal relationships like a butcher cutting up a cow, he was whipped by a person like Fujiyoshiro who had no foundation.

It is such a Lushan City that has achieved unprecedented progress within two months.

The officials and nobles in the city had apparently spent the past two months busy with their work, and were completely unaware of the tremendous progress happening around them, even in which they had personally participated.

It was not until today, when they saw this obvious display of power, that they suddenly realized that they had completed so many projects that they had never dared to think of before under Lan En's coordination.

The incredible excitement was palpable.

Even now, Akechi Mitsuhide, who had just returned for half a day after two months, was crawling on the floor on the city wall, slightly tilting his head to glance at his uncle, and was shocked!
Because Akechi Mitsuasu lay on the ground neatly, saluting the acting city lord who nodded to them from under the city wall.

But his mind had already turned to his nephew.

Standing under the black hat, the bloodshot eyes were so crazy and terrifying!
And Akechi Mitsuhide immediately realized how his uncle felt now.

He came from an orthodox military family and received an orthodox military education.

Therefore, his thinking logic can be said to be no different from that of his uncle, and is inherited from the same lineage.

As a descendant of an orthodox military family in troubled times, what is the greatest wish in life?

——Let the family name prosper and its origins be passed down!
Japanese samurai's obsession with family names is even greater than blood ties. If there is no heir within the clan, they will continue the family name even if it means adopting a child from outside.

After witnessing the power of this transformation with his own eyes, Akechi Mitsuhide was only shocked by the change in Akechi Mitsuyasu at first, but then he immediately understood it seamlessly.

"The prosperity of the Akechi family is coming right now! Right now! Jubei!"

When Akechi Mitsuhide came to his senses and looked at his uncle again, he found that Akechi Mitsuan was looking at the army formation that had not yet been completed at the city gate with obsession and fanaticism.

This is actually their strength, but they just didn't have a wise leader before! So they couldn't use it at all!

And now, the wise leader has jumped out on his own!

When will it be? When will it be!
"Yes!"

Akechi Mitsuhide, who was already lying prostrate on the floor, turned slightly to face his uncle. This was his greeting before leaving.

After greeting and responding, he turned around without any delay and ran down the city wall on the wooden floor.

It was not until Lan En had walked far out of the city gate that the officials, whose robes were spread out and stained with dirt, stood up with a sense of unfulfilled desire.

"Gentlemen." After everyone stood up, the leader Akechi Mitsuan suddenly turned around and said to everyone, "Master Fujikichiro should have been in the city, leading the small pack team and presiding over the subsequent transportation and maintenance of supplies."

"Now, Master Fujikichiro has shown his kindness by granting us this position and authority. We must be grateful and never forget it."

Everyone bowed in admiration.

Akechi Mitsunari remained expressionless and continued with aloofness, "But I also know that after the Acting City Lord and Master Fujikichiro left, some people may not be sober-minded and think that the current good situation cannot be wasted, so they want to do something on their own initiative."

"But times are different now, gentlemen."

Akechi Mitsuasu's eyes were still bloodshot due to the turmoil of emotions. He looked around and found that most people in the crowd had the same eyes as him.

The so-called nobles, when they get angry, are no different from hungry wolves, dogs, and beasts.

Discovering so many "like ones" made Mingzhi Guangan feel much more at ease.

"Now, the fate of all the noble families depends on one person's thoughts. Please act with caution."

The content of the words was admonition, but the murderous expression and tone were a naked threat.

And none of the many noble families present felt that there was anything wrong.

He just bowed again without any objection.
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"You didn't even want to be a supporter of a small porter team, so why are you here to be a forward?"

Lan En was looking at the map of the Meinong area in his hand, complaining to the people around him without even looking up. "Can you resist or fight? It seems that you are only a little bit fast in running and running, right?"

"Just a little bit will do!" Fujikichiro was standing next to him, and immediately responded as Lan En finished speaking, laughing all the time. "Your Highness, just use whatever you think is suitable from me!"

Although Fujiyoshiro is now wearing a set of modern armor that incorporates southern barbarian techniques and is riding a tall horse.

But next to Lan En and Qilin, they still looked short and plain. Both the man and the horse looked gray and frustrating.

This is mainly because Lan En and Qilin are drawn in a different style from other people and horses.

But Lan En could also understand why Fujiyoshiro was unwilling to stay in the rear to manage supplies and transportation, a position that was both lucrative and powerful.

Because he still wanted his image to be closer to the generals on the battlefield and have them by his side.

Power is like real estate; location, or proximity to key locations, is of paramount importance.

Just like the previous two months in Lushan City.

Fujikichiro himself did not hold any official position, but because he was close to Lan En, he was seen as a trusted assistant and was in charge of everything. Even the serious military commanders and members of the famous Akechi family had to call him "Sir, Your Excellency" when they saw him.

Fujiyoshiro did not receive a high-end, comprehensive education, but he possessed an instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm.

This instinct told him that taking over the position of the Small Cargo Team seemed great, but in fact it would only take him further away from his dream.

Because there is no doubt that staying in Lushan City will result in him being away from the center of power.

That is Lan En.

When fighting, Lan En will definitely need people around him, and in this process, more people will become "people who are easy for him to use."

Once the war is over, these people will fill the position vacated by Fujiyoshiro.

It's called seizing opportunities.

Fujiyoshiro might not have thought so comprehensively and far in his logical thinking, but his outstanding instinct made him subconsciously feel that it would be disadvantageous for him to take this position in the small cargo team, so he simply declined it.

Perhaps this can be considered a kind of political 'killer instinct'?
"In fact, in the past two months, I think the most amazing thing about you is that you have a sense of continuous learning, Fujiyoshiro."

Suddenly, Lan En, who was still looking at the map, spoke to Fujikichiro without even looking up.

"Me?" Toukichirou looked flattered and scratched his head nervously, "What do you mean, Your Highness?"

"Your instinct makes you very sensitive. Many people call this innate wisdom. But you still know deep down that instinct alone can only achieve so much."

Lan En stretched out his hand and tapped him in mid-air.

"So you're pretty good in that respect, Toukichirou. Of course, your skills are still terrible. It's presumptuous of you to want to be a striker."

Fujikichiro seemed not to have heard the second half of the sentence. He smiled shyly and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no! You are so kind!"

Wuming and Axiu, who were also riding horses past Lan En, looked at Fujiyoshiro in surprise.

It seems as if he is surprised at people's ability to selectively listen to only half of what is said.

"Toukichiro is rushing to be the vanguard?" Wuming first asked Lan En, then turned around and looked at Toukichiro mercilessly. "Are you crazy? Do you want to commit suicide?"

"Don't say that." Fujikichiro was not angry, but just muttered as if he was arguing with his friend Wuming, "I also have the ambition to achieve great things! This is my dream as a man!"

"You have to be realistic about your ambitions and dreams, really."

Wuming pulled down the evil ghost mask he had put on again to cover his face, rolled his eyes and walked forward.

But in the end, I didn't say "I don't care about Toukichiro".

An army of five thousand may not seem like a large force, but marching on the road they form a vast army, like a long dragon.

During the First Northern War, Lann's largest single-player kill was only a few thousand people.

The current marching formation of 5,000 people should be over 10,000 people if the supply and baggage teams that follow later are included.

Generally speaking, when deploying troops, in order to boost momentum and intimidate the enemy, logistical and baggage personnel are also counted in the number of troops, and it is not uncommon to declare the number to be doubled.

For example, it is normal for an army with 5,000 people to declare that it has 15,000 people.

This kind of military force is really not small. If it were placed in the magical Middle Ages, there would be many countries in the north that could not gather such a large army even if they put all their national strength into it.

In Japan, an island country with scarce resources, the city of Mino alone has so many people.

Judging from the standards of the magical Middle Ages, Meinong is indeed more than qualified to be called a "country".

(End of this chapter)