Mona Ludao, who was as shrewd and profound as an old fox in the mountains and forests, also thought of quickly capturing several surrounding cities and letting the raw rice be cooked, and sent his clansmen to the king of the AIDS people in advance to ask for surrender and surrender in a few days.

Naturally, he already felt that he was already in his chest.

After this.

The king and nobles of AIDS have regained face, and I am afraid that they will not care about the few small nobles and people who were killed, but will only consider the minority they belong to as cannon fodder and weight against the northward expansion of the ancient kingdom of Kudu because of the overall interests of the kingdom.

It's all about the time difference.

When the king received news of the occupation of the frontier territory, he turned his thoughts into a policy of ethnic restraint that would benefit both sides before he consulted with the military ministers about how to send troops.

This is similar to this in a thousand-year-old country on our earth, in order to deal with the frequent southward movement of the northern nomads in history, it has done no less than dozens of times, although many times the master of that huge ancient country once the state affairs are sluggish and show weakness, it will eventually lead to the rebellion of the attached ethnic minorities and cut off the flesh, causing evil consequences.

However, if this method can be in line with the extremely "fast and effective" and "time-saving" political interests of using razing to defeat razing, then there will always be an incomparably "smart and wise" literati who pat their heads and dedicate it to the emperor at that time.

In the end, in the ideology of "belligerent will die" and "spend a lot of money and disturb the people" -- this one-sided virtuous and wise emperor's ideology may have "raised tigers for trouble" and buried the bitter fruit of disaster for tens of millions of generations.

In addition to the politically clear periods of the founding of the country and the inspirational and virtuous ministers of the Ming Dynasty.

In the minds of those emperors who were particularly fond of infighting, who were busy playing tricks and scheming, and who "fished" from "inexhaustible pots," and who were content to be assisted by scholars and doctors who were kept in the palace, and who were raised by the women of the palace and received a castrated Confucian education, I am afraid that there was not much to think deeply about them a hundred years later, so most of the policies of passive compromise and extreme restraint of the bureaucracy to infringe on the interests of the people on the border could also be implemented.

As for whether future generations will die, how many people will die, how they will die, how they will die miserably, etc. - those are really not that generation...... Without a long-term national research plan and a strategic layout plan for the first period of three or five years, most of the governance methods are discussed in the court first, second, and third times, until the so-called "head slap" is ...... Oh...... Wrong!

This should be called a "flash of inspiration" for the ministers, and the king asked excitedly: Aiqing!

History proves it.

The so-called ridiculous policy of restraint of the Celestial Empire has always maintained a pretending to be arrogant and detached, openly and secretly rejecting and despising the true integration of foreign nomads, but it is impossible to truly form a multi-racial harmonious national cultural atmosphere and unified ideology, or a solid interracial marriage integration of "blood is thicker than water", and the bitter fruit of the final rebellion can only be borne by future generations.

Regardless of the method and effect, or the limitations of people's politics, culture, and vision at that time, the policy of restraint is just a means of appeasing and using political interests.

After all.

There has never been a thousand-year-old family, and there is no immortal empire~

......

War is also like an extremely exciting and bloody booster for an aging totem warrior like Mona Ludao.

If you look closely.

He could see that a lot of blood was pouring out of his eye sockets, and a hot current of anger was flowing through his veins, as if he had been released with the [Bloody Fury] spell - flesh rage.

The old chief stood in front of the small altar to inspect the state of the warriors, and there were rows of important people on the left and right sides.

On the left hand side are Ubus, the tribe's first shaman who can sense the ancestral spirit message and possess extraordinary wisdom, as well as several of his loyal supporters and disciples.

These gods have their own faction within the tribe, and they don't listen to the chief's usual orders, so they can only discuss the dispatch, which is a headache for the old chief.

However, now that the war is waged for the sake of the continuation and interests of the entire clan, no one can no longer act under the pressure of the tribe's righteousness.

To the right of the old chieftain are Tadao Nogan, the chief of the Hogo tribe, the leader of the Poalan tribe, Danaha Lobai, the son of the Tarowan clan and the representative of the warriors, Basomona, the second son of Monarudao, the shaman and representative of the Baqop, the first warrior of his tribe, Sabu Bawan, and the most scheming little leader, Ugan Bawan.

Except for the eldest son Daddo Mona, who had been sent to the capital of the AIDS people in advance, all the tribal alliances had a weighty word to say.

The hundreds of warriors in front of them were the elite forces of several tribes combined, all of them equivalent to regular melee professionals of the 1st to 4th ranks.

The way they used to fight between tribes, that is, these warriors led the rest of the tribesmen, and a wave of charges decided the victory.

Because only professionals can block the opponent's professionals, otherwise it is easy to be killed by the opponent's elite warriors, causing a chain reaction of the collapse of the entire front.

To sum up.

Fighting a war is actually fighting morale.

"Where are the Valis Buni leaders and the warriors of the Barjan tribe?" said Monarudao, squinting his gaze to his right.

A majestic warrior wearing a red-bottomed square white-veined warrior robe, Wadan, stepped forward and answered: "Big boss, Valis Buni has already led the people of their Ba Yan tribe to lurk at the edge of the nearest forest in the town, just waiting for our cooperation. ”

Hum~

The old fellow had been proposing to him before, joining forces to fight against the tribes of the Kudugu Evil God, and it seemed that seeing the huge momentum of the other party integrating hundreds of thousands of Karui people, he somewhat shook his faith in each other's common ancestors.

It wasn't until later that several tribes found excuses to besiege him for the hunting grounds in the mountains and forests, so that the population of the largest tribe in the surrounding area was directly halved, that he understood the current situation and hurried to "find a way out" with his tribal alliance

These people of the Karui tribe in the mountainous area, it is because all the people of the distant tribes have a luck mentality that they will be defeated one by one by the men of the false gods from near to far!

Exercise!

If you join forces early, you won't be chased like a lost dog!

Although Mona Ludao scolded in his heart with great displeasure, he did not show any of it on his weather-covered old face.

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