In the main hall, Ying Zheng and Wei Yujun sat opposite each other, speechless for a long time.

In the silent hall, Wei Yu looked at Ying Zheng, who was speechless on the other side, and still took the initiative to break the deadlock.

"Your Majesty, do you want anyone to be a general?"

Ying Zheng was silent, obviously struggling with the issue of candidates.

It's not that there are no people, but there are too many people, and I don't know who to choose.

Seeing this, Wei Yu said seemingly unintentionally.

"I heard that Wu Anjun went to Mount Tai yesterday."

Ying Zheng glared at Wei Yu and was puzzled.

"The Great Qin War General is like a cloud..."

Without waiting for Ying Zheng to continue, Wei Yi said bluntly.

"But Daqin implements the county system."

Wei Yi's words suppressed all the thousands of words that Ying Zheng opposed, and he had nothing to say.

Yes, under his strong suppression, Daqin abolished the division of feuds and implemented the county system.

Although this centralized system was very superior, this move not only offended the vast majority of generals, but even offended the Great Qin clan, breaking their beautiful vision of painting land and becoming kings.

Among them, it is even more impossible to realize the exploits of countless generals and soldiers.

If it weren't for the majesty of Yingzheng, Great Qin would have fallen apart long ago.

Therefore, the selection of people to support the frontier is a big problem.

And Wu Anjun Bai Qi has long since retreated into the background, and he has no such concerns at all, and he is indeed an excellent candidate.

The only trouble is...

"But, is Wu Anjun willing?"

Wei Yi smiled bitterly, Wu Anjun's heart knot is not easy to solve.

Although several generations of kings of the Qin State were eager to seek talents, they were determined to reform and work hard.

However, Daqin's attitude and actions towards talents are mostly unsatisfactory.

For example, Shang Ying, who was torn apart, Zhang Yi, who was bleak at night, and Wu Anjun, who was abandoned and disheartened.

Even, if it weren't for Bai Qi's high strength, he would have been killed by King Qin Zhaoxiang a long time ago.

It can be seen that you should be careful when you are an official in Daqin.

Although it was difficult to persuade Bai Qi, Wei Yu still took the initiative to ask for help.

"The minister will go and persuade Wu Anjun."

"Okay."

Ying Zheng is very satisfied, and he likes Wei Yi's simplicity in doing things.

Wei Yu did not immediately set off to find Bai Qi, but continued to speak.

"Your Majesty, grain and grass..."

Ying Zheng's mood that had just improved a little bit fell to the bottom in an instant.

The three armies did not move, and the grain and grass went first.

But now, there really isn't much food in Daqin.

"Actually, Daqin has food."

With just a little bit, Ying Zheng had already thought of who had enough food... The Great Qin Sect.

It's just that Yingzheng's relationship with them is very stiff due to the reform of the county system, and if he goes to seek food...

Thousands of miles away in the northern frontier, the prairie.

Meng Tian's million-strong army was not a false report, but a real number of troops.

Boundless camp tents are arranged in an orderly manner on the grassland, some soldiers are patrolling, some are grazing, and the cattle and sheep grazing happily are the best military rations for the army.

Not only is it easy to carry, but it also won't deteriorate.

In a tent in the middle of the barracks, there was a big man of about three meters, who was the Huns' Mao Dun Shan Yu.

Sitting across from him was a woman hidden in animal skin.

Mao Dunshan asked in a low voice.

"High Priest, is there really a White Plague this year?"

Although Mao Dunshan Yu tried to be as quiet as possible, his words still shook the camp tent and trembled slightly.

If you let go of your voice and speak, then you have to do it, and the tent must not be shaken down.

The high priest did not hesitate and said directly.

"That's what Immortal Heaven said."

The white plague is also the snow plague!

It is the biggest threat to grassland herders.

Once a snow disaster really occurs, the snow turns into ice, the temperature drops sharply, and the cattle and sheep are killed and injured countless times, even many herdsmen can't bear it.

Not to mention the old, weak, sick and disabled.

And they will face even more serious challenges in the coming year.

There are not many cattle and sheep left, the snow is difficult to melt, spring comes later, new grass is difficult to grow, and cattle and sheep are more difficult to raise.

In short, in the face of the upcoming snow disaster, a war with the Central Plains is the best choice.

Grab the grain harvested by the Central Plains people in the autumn, grab the materials they urgently need, and by the way, you can also consume the population of the grassland.

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It's cruel, but it's better than starving to death and freezing a large number of people to death.

Survival of the fittest, the law of nature.

This is an eternal truth.

Now that the high priests had moved out of the Immortal Heavens, Mao Dunshan naturally stopped doubting it and talked about something else.

"High priest, why did you bring those strangers here, they are weak, they can't help, not to mention, their minds are still like those Central Plains people, extremely chaotic."

Mao Dunshan was a little dissatisfied, he didn't like these strangers on the prairie very much.

Most of them have very different behavior and habits from the steppe people, and they seem to be very different.

In fact, not only him, but most of the grassland people don't like them.

The High Priest was the only one who had a different idea of these strangers and was very close to them.

Maudun Shan Yu once asked this question.

The high priest replied: Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, she will win all battles, and she wants to take the opportunity to understand the people of the Central Plains.

This dispelled his doubts.

However, bringing these strangers in the army this time still made him dissatisfied and puzzled.

Faced with Mao Dun Shan Yu's question, the high priest replied vigorously.

"Can you rest assured of leaving them behind?"

Mao Dunshan immediately understood, yes, the tribe left behind all the old and weak women and children, leaving these strangers behind is indeed a huge hidden danger.

He couldn't help but praise for a moment.

"Yes, the high priest is smart."

The high priest didn't want to say anything more and turned away.

She slowly returned to her camp, as the high priestess, her camp was not far from the tent of the commander of the Chinese army, a few steps away.

As soon as she returned, she removed her fur hood, revealing a face as white as jade, like a young woman in her twenties.

"Huh, this Hun high priest is really not easy to be."

Just then, a sneaky figure came in.

"Sister..."

Faced with the young woman's threatening gaze, the man who had slipped in immediately changed his words.

"High Priest."

"Well, this is a barracks, and the walls have ears!"

The man nodded, and asked instead.

"Why did you choose this identity? It's easy to go wrong. ”

The young woman gave her brother a blank look and complained.

"You think I want to, as soon as I came in, she appeared in front of me, how could I not want the pie falling from the sky."

The man teased with a smile in his eyes.

"Hehe, but the pie is not eaten for nothing."

The woman said angrily.

"Hmph, who knows how long... She would be so treacherous! ”

It was rare for a man to see his sister deflated, and the mood that he had originally envied her for coming over with talent suddenly changed and turned into schadenfreude.

Now, he smiled even more happily.

"You deserve it, who made you bold enough to communicate with her directly."

yes, why?

The woman had nothing to say, and at the same time was ashamed of her stupidity.