Great Zhou Wensheng

Chapter 137 [Laughing at Wang Xie and the others, they too wept like heroes!]
A sharp glint flashed in Governor Wei Guanlan's eyes, and he slammed his hand on the table—

"it is good!"

That cheer was practically bursting from the depths of his heart!
That was a satisfying way to vent!

He hurled insults with great gusto!

Jiang Xingzhou's words, "[What did the Six Dynasties do? They only served to serve their own private interests!]" were like a knife, piercing the backbone of the Jiangnan aristocratic families!

He unleashed all the anger that had been simmering in his heart as the governor.

In the eyes of these powerful families from Jiangnan, since the Six Dynasties, where has there been any concern for the nation, the people, or the well-being of the people?
Yes, but it's just "private schemes"!

Over the course of a century, they gradually encroached upon fertile lands, devoured trade routes, and seized all the most prosperous areas in Jiangnan.

The Jiangnan Circuit, a place of great wealth, should be the richest in the world, yet its treasury cannot even raise enough money and grain to pay the wages of 100,000 troops for half a year!

Wei Guanlan's chest heaved, and his face flushed with excitement.

Seeing is believing!

Today, he finally witnessed it—

Jiang Xingzhou, the foremost scholar of Jiangnan, just how sharp is the brilliance of his pen!
Every word was like a knife, like a sword!

With just one line of poetry, all the noblemen in the room paled in comparison!

He couldn't help but applaud, only four words remaining in his mind—

Breathtaking!

Jiang Xingzhou held the cup in one hand, and the strong liquor went down his throat.

The pen never stops!

With a flick of the wolf-hair brush, a bluish light flickered, and in the blink of an eye, another thunderous sound rang out—

[Laughing at Wang Xie and the others, climbing high and gazing into the distance, I too, like a hero, shed tears.]
This statement is now completely undisguised!

He named and denounced the Wang and Xie families of Wuyi Lane in Nanjing, saying that their ancestors had climbed high and shed tears, feigning concern for the country and imitating the tears of heroes!

Do cowards who live in isolation even deserve to shed tears like heroes?!

Every word is like a knife, every sentence draws blood!

The insults were incredibly vicious!

The heads of the Wang and Xie families in Jinling, Wang Su and Xie Yuheng, were struck dumb. Their vision went black, a metallic taste rose in their throats, and they staggered, almost unable to stand!
The room was deathly silent.

I was deeply impressed by Jiang Xingzhou's sharp and incisive writing style!

The only scents were the fragrance of ink mixed with the smell of wine, which permeated the hall.

And the centuries-old reputation of the Wang and Xie families—

This single phrase has nailed them to the pillar of shame!

Jiang Xingzhou's brushstrokes became increasingly sharp, the ink as red as blood, each word carrying immense weight.

[Even with the Yangtze River, they cannot control the boundless stench of fish and mutton in the Yellow River region!]
—They guarded the natural barrier of the Yangtze River, yet watched helplessly as the Central Plains fell!
—The iron hooves of the barbarian and demon races ravaged the land, filling the air with a stench of blood and filth, staining the vast mountains and rivers with a bloody hue!
[Let us advance without looking back, and seize the opportunity to swear an oath midstream!]
A true hero should be like Zu Ti, who rowed his boat midstream and vowed to launch a northern expedition!
—With swords pointed at the Central Plains, we will never turn back!

[A child defeats a thief; once the situation is settled, why bother asking a strong question!]
—We should emulate Xie Xuan, with his youthful spirit, who fought against overwhelming odds!

—In the Battle of Fei River, we defeated Fu Jian's million-strong army of the Former Qin Dynasty. What fear do we have of powerful enemies?!
The pen fell—

The entire pavilion trembled, and literary energy soared to the heavens!
The poem is complete, [Mingzhou]!

The assembled scholars were all deeply moved, their expressions filled with shock!
The heads of the two powerful families of Jinling, Wang Su and Xie Yuheng, were ashen-faced and remained silent.

Jiang Xingzhou's writing praises young heroes like Xie Xuan, while also condemning the scheming and despicable members of the Wang and Xie families!
But Governor Wei Guanlan was already filled with excitement and boundless pride!
Jiang Xingzhou stood up, pen in hand, his gaze sharp as a sword.

Since the Six Dynasties,

Who is a hero? One who has accomplished unparalleled feats!
Who's the bear? That's just a matter of personal scheming!
Isn't it obvious at a glance?
On the table in front of Jiang Xingzhou, the Xuan paper scroll of "Nian Nu Jiao: Climbing Duojing Tower" suddenly burst into a blue light, its talent soaring like a dragon straight to the heavens!
In an instant——

The celestial phenomena suddenly changed!

Dark clouds surged, obscuring the sky and the moon, shrouding the entire city of Jinling in a heavy veil of darkness!

"boom--!"

A bolt of purple lightning tore through the sky and struck down fiercely like divine punishment!
It crashed right onto the ancestral homes of the Wang and Xie families in Wuyi Lane!

"Crack!"

The building collapsed, the beams and pillars broke, and raging flames shot into the sky, billowing thick smoke!
"Heavens! The Wang and Xie families have been struck by lightning!"

"This is divine wrath!"

On the banks of the Qinhuai River, the people were in an uproar, running around in panic, carrying buckets to fetch water to put out the fire.

And at this moment——

On the pavilion with its many scenic views, the river breeze fills the air.

Jiang Xingzhou stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering. He gazed at Wuyi Lane in Jinling City, his eyes as cold as frost.

He gazed towards Wuyi Lane, watching the billowing smoke, a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming even brighter.

The extraordinary phenomenon of thunder and lightning is merely a further addition to the sharpness of this poem, adding a touch of divine intervention!
The Wang and Xie families, with their centuries-old reputation, are now—divinely unkind, their words deserve punishment!

"Lord Wang, Lord Xie—"

He suddenly turned around, pointed at Wang Su and Xie Yuheng in the distance, and smiled sternly:

"What sins have they committed to incur the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people, thus incurring this divine punishment? Even the heavens couldn't bear to watch, and sent lightning to strike down Wuyi Lane?"

"puff--!"

Wang Su's chest heaved violently, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His finger trembled as he pointed at Jiang Xingzhou, but he couldn't utter a single word.

—This is clearly the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth triggered by your poem "Nian Nu Jiao: Climbing Duojing Tower" [Mingzhou], a thunderbolt from the sky!

—Now they've turned black into white, falsely accusing the Wang and Xie families of divine retribution?!

However, Wang Su had already experienced firsthand Jiang Xingzhou's prowess in writing and speaking.

I dared not argue with them, lest I make things worse!
Xie Yuheng was so angry that he closed his eyes tightly, his face turned ashen, and he simply ignored him.

He had seen through it all—

Jiang Xingzhou has a mouth that can turn black into white!
He praised Xie Xuan, and he also criticized the Wang and Xie clans; he seemed to have all the moral high ground!

Using the ancestors of the Wang and Xie families to insult their ancestors.

辩？
How can we argue this out?!

If I say another word, I'm afraid the next bolt of lightning will strike my head!
Upon seeing this, Jiang Xingzhou chuckled and flicked his sleeve.

"You two gentlemen are speechless? It seems you both know you are in the wrong."

He looked up at the pavilions and the river outside, his voice suddenly turning cold.

The heads of the twelve families of Jinling, including Gu and Lu, looked at each other in disbelief, their eyes filled with horror.

They had never seen anyone swear in their lives.

But I've never seen anyone curse like Jiang Xingzhou!
Ordinary literati, when writing satirical poems, at least pay attention to the "subtle and euphemistic style," maintaining some dignity amidst the satire.

But this one is different—

Not only did he write a magnificent article of [Mingzhou] caliber, but he also pointed his finger at them and cursed them.
He was even more afraid that the world wouldn't know who he was cursing.

The words "Wang and Xie" are blatantly etched into the poem!
That slap was devastating.

They didn't even give the Wang and Xie families a chance to argue that "this phrase has another meaning"!
"This is hardly a satirical poem."

The Gu family head murmured, his lips trembling, "It's clearly like stabbing a knife into the heart of the Wang and Xie families!"

The head of the Lu family looked ashen-faced as he gazed at the still-wet ink on the poem—

Those words and phrases were like a red-hot branding iron.
At that moment, with a "sizzle" sound,
It was branded onto the face of the Jinling aristocratic families, impossible to hide, impossible to resist!

Who has the ability to write a few satirical poems and articles in the style of "Mingzhou" to challenge Jiang Xingzhou?

The entire room was filled with powerful families, scholars, and imperial examination graduates. Hundreds of eyes turned to Jiang Xingzhou, their eyes filled with fear.

How could this mere scholar write such a ruthless essay?!
With his single sentence, "What have the Six Dynasties done? They've only served to enrich their own families and schemes!" he nailed the powerful clans of Jiangnan to the pillar of eternal shame!

His single sentence, "[Because I laugh at the Wang and Xie families, who climb high and yearn for distant places, they too weep like heroes.]," utterly vilified the ancestors of the Wang and Xie families!

—Does a spineless coward who lives in the south of the Yangtze River have the right to shed tears like a hero?
How scathing! How infuriating!

The room was filled with powerful and influential families, making them feel extremely uncomfortable.

The academic administrator, Du Jingchen, was moved, his eyes flashed slightly, and he stroked his beard and smiled.

it is good!
very good!
If the previous article, "Black Clothes Lane," wasn't harsh enough in its criticism...

Between the lines, there is still a hint of pity, but it is too euphemistic.

They showed leniency to the Wang and Xie families, but they remained unmoved and stubbornly resisted to the end!
And this poem, "Nian Nu Jiao: Climbing Duojing Tower"—

They're trampling on Wang and Xie's dignity, cursing them to death!
It's like tearing the backbone of the Jinling aristocratic families to shreds!
Du Jingchen couldn't even imagine what article in the world could be more scathing, more vicious, and more scathing than this one!

He looked up at Jiang Xingzhou, his eyes filled with admiration.

—This kid is really going to tear a huge hole in the sky of the Jiangnan aristocratic families!
They were so insulted that not one of them dared to utter a word in response!
"Great article! Truly a great article!"

Du Jingchen clapped his hands and laughed, his gaze sweeping over the assembled heads of powerful families. He saw that everyone's faces were ashen, as if they had lost their parents, and the entire hall was deathly silent.

He smiled slightly, completely unconcerned about the awkward situation, and said loudly:
"Since none of you here are bidding—"

Then this old man will personally pay three thousand taels of silver to buy this prized piece of literature from Mingzhou, the first of its kind!

He surveyed the crowd, his eyes gleaming:

"Such a magnificent article should be hung in the Minglun Hall of the Jiangnan Examination Hall, as a must-read for Jiangnan scholars entering the examination hall!"

Let future generations of students from Jiangnan see this—

What truly constitutes a masterpiece worthy of the Mingzhou caliber?
What truly defines the unyielding spirit of a scholar!

Before the words were even finished, all the heads of the powerful families present were horrified, exchanging bewildered glances, their expressions growing increasingly grim as they looked towards the two heads of the Wang and Xie families.

Upon seeing this, Du Jingchen stroked his beard and laughed loudly, his voice echoing through the buildings.

"puff--"

Upon hearing this, Wang Su and Xie Yuheng nearly coughed up blood.

This satirical poem of the [Mingzhou] caliber is actually going to be hung in the Minglun Hall of the Jiangnan Examination Hall?
It was even to be used as a required textbook for scholars in Jiangnan?

Du Jingchen wants all the students in the city and ten prefectures of Jiangnan to study how to vehemently criticize "the Wang and Xie families of Jinling [What did the Six Dynasties do, only to achieve their own selfish interests]?"
The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock, anger, and fear.

If that were truly the case, how could the Wang and Xie families possibly maintain their standing in Jinling?!
Du Jingchen, the academic administrator, was clearly trying to force them to bid a large sum of money!

Alternatively, they gritted their teeth and bought it, locking this precious poem and essay in a dark box in Wuyi Lane, never to see the light of day again.

Alternatively, they could simply watch as Du Jingchen hung it high in the Jiangnan Examination Hall, allowing the world to admire this magnificent piece that nailed the Wang and Xie families to the pillar of shame!
Wang Su's face was ashen, his fingers gripping the armrest tightly, veins bulging.

Xie Yuheng was so angry that he was trembling all over, and his lips were even bitten until they bled.

The guests held their breath, waiting to see if the two powerful families of Jinling, Wang and Xie, would continue to resist or kneel down in submission. Jiang Xingzhou stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the assembled dignitaries like a blade. Still stubbornly resisting, he suddenly sighed softly, "Your Excellency, it seems that I am not learned enough, and these two articles are not enough to move you all."

He pretended to roll up his sleeves and pick up a brush, the ink pointing directly at the Xuan paper: "It's alright—I'll write a new chapter until all of you gentlemen are satisfied! ... This time, I'll write about the Lu and Gu families!"

"Wait a minute!"

"I'll buy!"

"Five thousand taels! I bid for 'Black Clothes Lane'!"

The heads of all the powerful and influential families present were startled by what they heard and began to speak up to stop them.

Everyone could see that the governor and the education commissioner were determined to force them to bleed!

The young man will not stop writing until he achieves this goal!
The head of the Gu family was sweating profusely—the heads of the two powerful families of Jinling, Wang and Xie, refused to back down.

If this young man is allowed to continue writing, then this fire will surely burn them as well.

The next to be nailed to the pillar of shame will surely be these secondary aristocratic families!

They couldn't stop Jiang Xingzhou's [Mingzhou]-level articles from launching a verbal attack!
Why not just pay to avoid trouble?

"Ten thousand taels! My Lu family is willing to purchase this article!"

"I'm family-oriented, and I'm willing to offer 20,000 taels!"

Bidding voices rose and fell in an instant.

These powerful clans, who are usually meticulous about every penny, are now vying for the best price—after all, compared to being written into a history of infamy, spending some money to buy the first literary treasure of Mingzhou is a worthwhile deal!
Since I'm going to spend money anyway, why not just buy those two top-quality articles from Mingzhou? It'll save me from getting scolded!

Wang Su and Xie Yuheng exchanged a glance, both seeing deep weariness and despair in each other's eyes.

The powerful families of Jiangnan were terrified by these two magnificent articles from Mingzhou, their backbones broken!
"Fifty thousand taels! 'Black Clothes Lane' belongs to the Wang family!"

Wang Su gritted his teeth and clasped his hands together, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

These two satirical poems, along with the precious manuscript of Mingzhou, fell into the hands of others, threatening the Wang and Xie families of Jinling.

It would be better if they just bought it themselves!

Hidden in the attic!
"One hundred thousand taels! The Xie family is seeking to purchase 'Nian Nu Jiao: Climbing Duojing Tower'!" Xie Yuheng bowed deeply to the ground, his voice trembling.

Du Jingchen stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "Excellent! Excellent! The Mingzhou literary treasure belongs to the highest bidder! Does anyone here have a higher bid?"

He squinted at the two heads of powerful families—

The once arrogant Wang and Xie families, the leaders of the twelve powerful families of Jinling and the most prominent families in Jiangnan, have finally lowered their proud heads!
As for the auction price...
We must raise it until Governor Wei Guanlan is satisfied!

On the Duojing Tower, after a fierce battle among hundreds of powerful family heads, the matter was finally settled.

When the final gavel fell, all the noblemen in the hall paled in comparison—

"The First Book of Mingzhou in Wuyi Lane" was sold for 250,000 taels of silver and purchased by Hanlin Academician Wang Su!
The first copy of "Nian Nu Jiao: Climbing Duojing Tower" in Mingzhou was auctioned off for 350,000 taels of silver and purchased by Hanlin Academician Xie Yuheng!
This price is quite low for Mingzhou's first literary treasure!

After all, these poems were meant to mock the Wang and Xie families; the only ones who really wanted to buy them were the Wang and Xie families!

"Six hundred thousand taels!"

Du Jingchen lightly tapped the table with his fingertips, looking at the ashen-faced members of the powerful and wealthy families in the room, a meaningful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

The military pay intended for the 100,000-strong army was ultimately extracted from these miserly people in Jiangnan.

Jiang Xingzhou cupped his hands and stepped forward, presenting a thick stack of silver notes: "Your Excellency, Governor and Academician, I am willing to donate all of the 600,000 taels of silver obtained from tonight's auction to the Jiangnan Circuit Treasury, to be used as military supplies for the campaign against the Taihu Demon Court."

As soon as Jiang Xingzhou said this,
Xie Qihe and Wang Moqing, who were seated at the lower end of the table, were both deathly pale!
Jiang Xingzhou donated 600,000 taels of silver.

So, how much should these two, the "Four Great Talents of Jiangnan," donate, since they were both scholars with the same degree of literary talent?

Although they were scions of the powerful Wang and Xie families of Jinling, they were ultimately just scholars. Without their family's financial support, they would probably have to sell all their land and assets to come up with 600,000 taels of silver!

Du Jingchen clapped his hands and laughed: "Excellent! This is the spirit of the scholars of Jiangnan!"

He glanced around at the assembled dignitaries and said meaningfully, "Jiang Sheng, a mere scholar, has managed to donate 600,000 taels of silver to the Jiangnan Circuit. Surely you scholars, those who have passed the imperial examinations, and those who have served in the Hanlin Academy are not inferior to even a scholar?"
"How about we start by having Lord Wang Su and Lord Xie Yuheng donate silver?"

Wang Su felt a sweet taste in his throat and almost vomited blood.

Buying two articles that vehemently criticized him for 600,000 taels of silver was already a heart-wrenching pain, and now he wants to donate another 600,000 taels!

Xie Yuheng's face turned ashen, and the teacup in his hand shattered on the floor with a "crack".

The entire room, filled with people of high rank and noble bearing, paled, yet no one dared to utter a single word.

"Mrs. Wang is willing to donate 650,000 taels of silver."

Wang Su's voice was hoarse, as if someone was choking him.

"The Xie family donated 700,000 taels of silver."

Xie Yuheng closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

This sum of money wasn't much, but it wouldn't cause much damage to the powerful Wang and Xie families of Jinling.

However, the pride of the Wang and Xie clans was utterly shattered. They completely knelt before Governor Wei Guanlan!

"We, the Wang family of Gusu, are willing to donate 100,000 shi of grain!"

"The Shen family of Hangzhou is willing to donate 30,000 bolts of silk to provide new clothes for our soldiers!"

"The Li family of Changzhou is willing to donate 200,000 catties of iron to the Military Equipment Bureau to forge weapons and armor, and to refine spears, armor, and arrows for the soldiers!"

In an instant, all the dignitaries in the room stood up to donate.

Now that even top-tier aristocratic families like the Wang and Xie families of Jinling have bowed down, who would dare to resist any longer?

Wei Guanlan glanced coldly at the crowd and said indifferently, "Registrar, record all the donations from you gentlemen. Post the list throughout the city tomorrow to demonstrate the integrity of the Jiangnan gentry."

Even after being slapped, you still need to offer some sweet words to appease them!
"Subordinate to obey!"

The registrar, Wang Qin, held a wolf-hair brush and wrote rapidly on the thick ledger.

After the last patriarch of the aristocratic family signed his name,
The registrar, Wang Qin, presented the account book, its pages still wet with ink.

Wei Guanlan's fingertips trembled slightly as he slowly unfolded them.

The ink was still wet when I wrote it down.

Twelve million taels of silver!
Seven million shi of grain!

Two and a half million bolts of brocade!

1.8 million catties of refined iron!
Various kinds of elixirs, medicinal herbs, pigs and sheep amounted to millions of dan (a unit of weight). They were too numerous to mention!

The dazzling array of numbers was so overwhelming that even the seasoned governor couldn't help but gasp in shock!

The military funds raised in one night were equivalent to the total tax revenue of Jiangnan Circuit over ten years!

"Jiangnan truly lives up to its reputation as the wealthiest prefecture in the Great Zhou Dynasty; it is indeed unparalleled in the world."

It is far wealthier than the Northern Frontier Circuit, the Northern Ji Circuit, the Lingnan Circuit, and the Southern Inner Mongolia Circuit!
Therefore, the Guanzhong Road, Bashu Road, Jingchu Road, and Central Plains Road can barely be compared to it.

Wei Guanlan gently stroked the ledger, thinking to himself.

Thinking of the soldiers in the northern frontier whose armor was cracked from the cold, and the army in the southern region whose rations were moldy, I couldn't help but sigh.

Not to mention six months' worth of military supplies, it would be more than enough for ten years of fierce fighting.

more importantly,
That night, not only were the treasuries of the powerful families of Jiangnan smashed open, providing enough supplies for the 100,000-strong army of Jiangnan to march against the demon court of Taihu Lake, but for the first time, these local powerful families who had dominated Jiangnan for thousands of years lowered their arrogant heads.

Jiang Xingzhou deserves immense credit for this fundraising effort; he did an excellent job!
"What a fine Jiang Xingzhou!"

Wei Guanlan clapped his hands and sighed, his eyes gleaming.

When Du Jingchen, the provincial education commissioner, recommended this "top of the four great talents of Jiangnan" to him, he only had the intention of giving it a try—what kind of storm could a young scholar stir up under the pressure of the Wang and Xie families of Jinling, which had been powerful for thousands of years?
Unexpectedly, the young man's attack was as powerful as thunder!

The essay "Black Clothes Lane" is like a cold blade drawn from its sheath, each word piercing the heart;
A poem titled "Nian Nu Jiao: Climbing Duojing Tower" is like a raging storm crashing on the shore, every line drawing blood!

Two satirical poems by Mingzhou, terrifying indeed!
They actually bent the spines of the Wang and Xie families, who had dominated Jinling for thousands of years!

They couldn't even withstand the satirical articles about boating on the river, let alone resist the iron fist of the governor and the education commissioner!

"Use poetry as a sword, and literature as a sharp edge!"

Wei Guanlan pondered for a moment, stroking the ledger in his hand, the densely packed numbers on it still burning hot: "Overnight, not only was ten years' worth of taxes collected from Jiangnan raised, but the iron curtain of Jiangnan's powerful clans, which had stood for thousands of years, was also shattered!"

Wei Guanlan suddenly recalled the line, "The swallows that once graced the halls of the Wang and Xie families now fly into the homes of ordinary people."

Now, this lucky swallow has indeed flown into the home of a poor scholar—in the past there was a young hero like Xie Xuan, and now there is Jiang Xingzhou, the number one talent in Jiangnan.

nightfall.

The bells of the Nanjing Confucian Temple echoed for hundreds of miles across the city, their resounding toll startling the entire population of Nanjing.

After the thunder subsided, the dark clouds dispersed, revealing a bright, clear moon.

Wei Guanlan stood up, hands behind his back, by the window of Duojing Tower, his clothes fluttering in the night wind.

Looking at the shimmering river surface,
He was filled with emotion and a surge of pride—the fundraising was a great success, with the amount exceeding expectations by more than ten times. Not only would the military supplies for the Battle of Taihu Lake be secured, but the benefits would also extend to the people of Jiangnan.

He implemented extensive policies to improve the lives of the people in Jiangnan Circuit.

This means that he has a good chance of making outstanding achievements during his tenure as the governor of Jiangnan Circuit, returning to the imperial court, and being promoted to the next rank.

His gaze swept over the slender figure of the young man.
Jiang Xingzhou is a young man who deserves to be mentored!

In the future, when he returns to the capital and enters the Three Departments and Six Ministries, he will definitely help Jiang Xingzhou in his official career to repay the kindness shown to him today.

Jiang Xingzhou's literary talent is astonishing; he might even pass the imperial examination and enter the Hanlin Academy, where he would surely have a bright future!
Who knows, he and Jiang Xingzhou might even become allies in the political arena of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the future!
Wei Guanlan felt extremely happy!
Moonlight over water chestnuts!

Under the moonlight

The Yangtze River outside Nanjing City shimmered in the sunlight.

The river water surged like a spring tide, never ceasing.

The river breeze carries the fragrance of lotus blossoms, and the moonlight coats the river surface with a layer of silvery luster.

The lotus leaves along the riverbank are lush and the lotus buds are just beginning to bloom, what a magnificent scene in Jiangnan!
A poetic inspiration suddenly welled up within him. He wanted to express his feelings through the scenery and write a piece to describe the exhilaration he felt at that moment.

cough!
However, he thought about it for a long time.

However, he was unable to compose a poem of any caliber above that of a Dafu poet, which would be worthy of the occasion and scene, leaving him with a sense of regret and self-mockery.

That's it!

Is there anything perfect in this world?

Tonight's banquet has raised enough tax revenue for ten years; to achieve this perfect outcome is already a stroke of good fortune.

He was content!

"Commander Du!"

Turning around, Governor Wei Guanlan displayed his imposing presence: "Order the prefects of the ten prefectures in Jiangnan to immediately mobilize troops and assemble warships at the water fortress outside Jinling City!"

After a month of naval training, they are proficient in swimming and coordinated effectively, ready to fight the demon court on Taihu Lake!

He currently has sufficient military funds and is not in a hurry to send troops immediately. The 100,000 naval forces from various prefectures in Jiangnan are calmly training in the Jinling naval camp for a month to familiarize themselves with the coordination before launching an attack.

"Yes, sir! Your subordinate obeys!"

Sima Dushangjun accepted the order, went downstairs, and left, his armor gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
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(End of this chapter)