The soldier supported Lu Pingde and asked tremblingly: "Sir, what should I do now?"

A hint of pain flashed through his eyes.

With the right hand, he pulled out the sharp weapon with force, suppressed the fear and despair in his heart, took difficult steps and staggered.

Right ahead, there are countless cattle army shouting slogans of killing and swords and guns.

There is no need for orders at this time. Lu Pingde knew that this was the fate and responsibility he had to face.

I may be a mediocre person, mediocre and have no ability.

But I am by no means a coward.

There are only the city lords who died in battle, and no surrendered nobles.

Long live Your Majesty the Deer King!

...

Deer territory, capital, Bucks City.

Since ascending the throne, Lu Qingxi has been staying in the side hall on the east side of the palace almost every day, from morning to late at night.

Regarding politics, Lu Qingxi has his own set of cognitive concepts, but his governing thinking has changed in the past few years because of Tianhao.

After growing up so old, Lu Qingxi saw for the first time that someone did not rely on the power of the nobles and fought to create a blue sky by himself.

From Panshi Village to Panshi City, then the Lord, now the King of Thunder and Cows... If someone had told him this story before, Lu Qingxi would have ordered the most harsh method to deal with this liar: use an iron hook to pull out his tongue and chop off his head.

It sounds like a fairy tale, doesn't it?

However, this is the fact.

The key is that there is no noble force behind Tianhao that can support him from the early stage of Panshizhai. There is no food, no population, no army... He is like the greatest hero in the legend, born with special abilities, and has become the focus of everyone's attention and willingness to follow.

No one wants to be trash, everyone has a heroic dream in their hearts. All boys like to step on the seven-color auspicious clouds to save the world, and Lu Qingxi is no exception. He feels that Tianhao is a role model he must imitate and learn, and his current position is higher, so there is no reason not to do better than him.

Give some benefits to civilians and gain more support.

Lu Qingxi intends to use food as a weapon and distribute it to those who need it most in this cold winter.

National Master Wu Jiao agrees with this.

The difference lies in the amount and method of distributing food for free.

Wujiao believes that the number cannot be large, and per person per kilogram should be the basis. His reason is very good: "It is winter now, unlike the spring plowing season, there is not too much labor that makes the people below consume their energy. When they eat enough, they will think randomly, and one kilogram of food is enough to win people's hearts. If they give too much at one time, hardworking people will become lazy and do nothing from now on, and just wait to distribute food that exceeds the normal amount every day. If this continues, it will not be of any benefit to the entire ethnic group."

Lu Qingxi believes that one kilogram is too small, and the payment amount is at least 20 kilograms per person. The elderly and children will reduce according to the specific situation. His reason is equally sufficient: "The food cannot be given for nothing, and they must be allowed to work. I have a plan to take advantage of this winter to fully renovate and widen the roads between Bucks and Muddy City, and also to repair the roads with other tribes' main cities. Don't worry, you won't let the people below be idle."

"You want to build a road?" Wu Jiao frowned.

Lu Qingxi nodded firmly: "The road conditions are too bad, and it's barely enough in winter. In summer, it's mud in the rainy season, and I can't walk at all. I've long thought about comprehensive renovations, and now is the opportunity."

"In that case, there will be more people needed." Wu Jiao did not agree with Lu Qingxi's plan: "The per capita 20 kilograms of food is not enough. According to the minimum standard of 2 kilograms per person per day, it will last at least fifty to sixty days, which is too much consumption."

Lu Qingxi said seriously: "Building roads is not only good now, but also in the future. Only when road leveling vehicles can go fast, and only when materials are transported between cities..."

"I know all of what you said." Wu Jiao's frowns and his brows did not dissipate. He shook his head and interrupted Lu Qingxi without hesitation: "But this plan consumes too much, and the per capita spends at least 100 kilograms of grain. The warehouse is half empty. What should I eat next spring?"

Lu Qingxi quickly explained: "In fact, it is not possible to use so much food, the standard can be reduced to one and a half kilograms per person. With the radish and cabbage stored before winter, I think..."

"I don't agree to do this." Wujiao showed no sign of letting go: "Even if the food supply is reduced, the food stored in the public warehouse can be eaten until next summer harvest, I can't let you do this."

"Why?" Lu Qingxi was stunned.

"We must maintain a certain amount of surplus grain." Wu Jiao advised with great sincerity: "It's hard to say what the next year will be, and there may be droughts, floods, locust plagues... In short, there is no way to determine such things. Eat all the stored grain now and what should I do if the crops are poor next year? It's so expensive that I can only get a few flat and widening roads in the end. It's really not worth it."

"...This...why..." Lu Qingxi scratched his head and was speechless.

He wanted to use powerful rhetoric to argue Wu Jiao, but he found that he could not find any basis to support his theory.

A good king must be "kind". This is very important and is also a standard recognized by the people of all tribes.

Lu Qingxi felt that he was not wrong. He wanted to give the common people a kind feeling in the cold winter, but there were only two ways: one was to increase the rations, and the other was to give them warm enough clothes.

Although the deer tribe masters the secret of textile technology, the cotton production is not as large as outsiders imagine due to factors such as cotton planting and land area. As for the saying that everyone in the deer tribe can wear "a real cotton jacket with cotton in the middle" in winter, it is just a long-standing misunderstanding of the deer tribe. In this era when cloth is used as currency, even Lu Qingxi, who is eager to do something and establish personal prestige as soon as possible, never thought of distributing fabrics and cotton to the people on a large scale.

It would be too wasteful to get the support of the Bucks City nobles.

He can only find ways to find food.

"Work-for-relief" is a good method. Lu Qingxi watched Panshi Village develop from a mere few hundred people to a huge scale of hundreds of thousands now. He was truly envious and jealous of Tianhao. Subconsciousness, coupled with the change in personal subjective thinking logic, the young King of Thunder Bull had a huge impact on Lu Qingxi.

Even if I don’t have the superb rule skills and skills and flexible mind like Tianhao, then it should be fine if I copy some of his governance content?

The entire Lei Niu tribe is building roads, and this seemingly useless behavior has begun since the era of Panshiling. In fact, many people, including Lu Qingxi, do not understand why Tian Hao did this.

It’s not that they don’t understand the convenience of smooth roads in terms of transportation and personnel exchanges, but there is a prerequisite for doing so that they must have strong production capacity and a huge amount of materials.

To put it bluntly, the meaning of roads is to transport and communicate in other places. If you are a poor person who cannot even eat enough, you will have no interest in building roads. From this perspective, the opposition of the national master Wu Jiao is actually not wrong.

But Lu Qingxi didn't think so. He believed that if he wanted to make the deer tribe stronger, he had to imitate Tianhao's various practices in Lei Ke. Whether it was expanding the farming area, renovating the city, strengthening the rule of various places, building roads and wars... he was a person with a strong sense of rise, like a dry sponge, crazy absorbing any water that could be exposed to, whether it was a sweet mountain spring or a dirty urine that emitted a foul smell.

After a long silence, Lu Qingxi made up his mind and his attitude was very firm: "We must build roads, we must do this."

Wujiao was surprised.

Since the funeral ceremony of the former kings, Lu Qingxi has always given him a gentle feeling. This is not a derogatory term, but represents a friendly attitude and easy to discuss when encountering problems. However, Lu Qingxi's performance today breaks the previous concept and allows Wu Jiao to see that this young man hides an alternative component that he has never contacted or noticed.

A sense of anger surged from the old master's heart. He lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Why?"

This question actually does not need to be answered at all. The benefits of road construction have been discussed before. The key is that Lu Qingxi's answer cannot be recognized by Wu Jiao. He believes that doing so is a waste of money and money.

It is more of a doubt than a question.

The conversation fell into a cold situation in silence, and no one could convince the other party, nor could anyone provide absolute evidence to convince the other party.

In the gradually solidified air, the side door of the side hall was pushed open from outside, and a soldier with a sweaty head and covered in mud all over his body stumbled in, followed by several solemn palace guards.

This is a messenger.

Wu Jiao and Lu Qingxi turned their gaze to the person who came at the same time. The national master felt his heart twitch for no reason. He clenched his left fist secretly, and there was no emotional fluctuation on his calm face. He asked seriously: "Don't panic, tell me slowly, what happened?"

The messenger, who was running wildly for several days, was extremely tired, knelt on the ground and cried weakly while breathing: "Your Majesty, the great master... Please send troops quickly! The Niu tribe attacked a lot, and they surrounded Bailu City, and the situation was at stake."

...

Deer territory, White Deer City.

Four days ago, the black ox horned battle flag had already been inserted into the city, making a sound in the cold wind.

The power of the artillery was self-evident, especially when the firepower was concentrated at a city wall, the wall that was not strong collapsed, and the fierce bull infantry rushed forward. They were equipped with the most exquisite weapons and armor in the world. The panicked soldiers of the Bailu tribe were no match for the panicked soldiers. Especially the assault troops composed of pigs, they completely occupied the battlefield with their fierce and violent fighting style. The Bailu City quickly became unsuccessful and the situation was completely one-sided.

There are many things you can do in four days.

According to Tianhao's order, 50,000 civilians from the Niu tribe who followed the army from Panshi City flocked into the city. In exchange, more than 80,000 original Deer people in Bailu City completed the reorganization within two days and moved all to Panshi Corps.

Pingjun's intelligence department has been secretly operating in various tribes. Including Bailu City, Tianhao has a clear understanding of the geographical location, surrounding conditions, and properties of the major cities.

From the outside, Bailu City is a city built against a mountain. In fact, it is based on a mountain peak and used as the eastern barrier of the city, replacing the city wall in a sense.

This is a stone mountain with no soil or vegetation. Because of the dangerous terrain, the White Deer Kings of all dynasties only set up checkpoints on the hilltops and dispatched a small number of soldiers. After all, the Bucks Division is on the east side, and it is impossible for enemies to appear.

All members of the royal family of the White Deer tribe were ordered to be killed by Tianhao, and as many as hundreds of White Deer nobles were executed at the same time. He had used the same method many times before and was tried and tried again and again. In Tianhao's words, "Keeping these people not only wastes food, but also brings a series of unpredictable hidden dangers. Instead of letting them live, it is better to kill them."

If you cut the grass without removing the roots, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows.

On the third floor of the main hall, which originally belonged to the King of White Deer, accompanied Tianhao on the balcony, overlooking the newly occupied city under his feet. The young Zong Guang was filled with pride and pride, as well as his heartfelt worship of the new King of Thunder Bull.

When he saw the cannon for the first time, Zong Guang was shocked by this weapon that surpassed the times. The Fortress of Duanjiao City was not so disturbed by the inner responders who sneaked into it, but rather the credit of the cannon, which completely changed the battlefield situation.

Tianhao did not hide it from Zong Guang. Muskets and cannons on Jeju Island will sooner or later be fully equipped. For a long time, Zong Gu and Zong Guang and his son have supported Panshi City quite strongly, and the two sides have long formed a close mutual aid and cooperative relationship. Moreover, Zong Gu is very good at being a human being. On the surface, he is leaving Zong Guang by Tianhao's side and "let him learn something useful", but in fact he treats his only son as a hostage.

Tianhao is never stingy with his sincere partners. Panshi Leader's 60% secrets are open to Zong Guang, as long as he knows it, and it cannot be spread to the outside world for the time being.

Turning his head and looking at Zong Guang who was standing next to him, Tianhao smiled: "Why, do you miss your father?"

Zong Guang smiled embarrassedly and nodded: "It's a little bit."

Tianhao smiled gently and said, "When I set out from Panshi City, I sent someone to deliver a letter to him. The time is almost done. I guess your father will be here in the next few days."

This is not the focus of Zong Guang's concern. He lowered his voice and asked seriously: "Your Highness, are you really planning to occupy Bailu City forever?"

Tianhao held the railings in front of him with his hands, his eyes crossed the city wall, and looked at the horizon connecting the mountains and the white wasteland in the distance, and said calmly: "No one stipulates that tribal territories must comply with existing boundaries. The Tribal Conference did not enact such laws... never."

These words failed to resolve Zong Guang’s doubts: “Then why didn’t you occupy Fangya City when you destroyed the Pig Clan before?”
Chapter completed!