In October, the autumn harvest was completed, and the kingdom raised troops immediately. Qin Cong Can city was full of noise, and the horn of war sounded.

The Guajili army marched southward from Hekou County, traveling hundreds of miles a day, and arrived at the military camp outside the capital in two days. 20,000 Tuntian troops from Gyeonggi went south and stationed in the south of Ivacio City. Olosh's Gyeonggi Army is ready and ready to attack at any time. An artillery battalion was formally incorporated into the King's Guards. In the artillery battalion, there are currently five hundred gunners, ten condor cannons, and thirty tiger crouching cannons. The required gunpowder and projectiles are being intensively deployed and will be replenished soon.

The sun is rising, and the smoke is curling up. The prayer of the Lord God resounded in the capital, as if the Kingdom of God had come to the world. This is the morning prayer, before breakfast begins. The sound of prayer was like a grand movement, passed into the Palace of Winds, and fell into Shulot's ears. He smiled excitedly.

"Praise the Lord God! After years of hard work, the belief in the Lord God has finally become stable in the capital."

Then, the king continued to lower his head, looking at the sand table in front of him. This is the terrain sand table in the south of the Kingdom. Although it is roughly built, it is very intuitive to look at. In the sand table, towns, villages and convenient roads are marked, including those in Zicao County and the southwest mountainous area.

Around the sand table, there are three army commanders: Bertard, Olosh, and Toltek. And Ezpan of the Second Long Spear Corps has been stationed in the southernmost part of Gyeonggi, always on guard against the southern nobles. Everyone discussed it all night, and they were a little tired at this time. The maids brought sweet and sour honey flower tea with sticky purple figs as a snack to relieve fatigue.

At this time, a personal guard came from outside the hall and bowed his head to report.

"Your Majesty, Chief Minister, Sage Jadiri, request an audience!"

Hearing this, Xiulot was a little surprised. He looked at the sky, the sun had just risen, why did it come so early.

"Quickly invite the sages to enter the palace!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The guards were about to leave, but they heard the king change his words.

"No, I will personally go to the palace gate to greet you!"

After one or two years of the Northern Expedition, the current prosperity and peace of the capital, the lake area, and even the entire kingdom depended entirely on the governance of the sage Jadiri and the preaching priests. In other words, the preaching priests are the "civilian officials" who actually manage the kingdom, and the chief minister is the "prime minister" of the kingdom. Although the power of "civilian officials" and "prime ministers" has been greatly weakened in the kingdom's Songun system, their functions are irreplaceable.

After all, Shulot cannot rely on military nobles to govern the entire country. Nor was he willing to hand over state affairs to generals.

Outside the main hall, Jadiri looked serious, holding the sage's cane and wearing the chief's robe. He is meticulous all over, and his demeanor is refined, which makes people respect him at first glance. When he saw the king walking quickly, he bowed his head solemnly and saluted.

"Your Majesty, I salute you!"

"Dear sage, you are here just after dawn."

Shulot said with a friendly smile.

"I haven't had breakfast yet, why don't you come with me and taste the breakfast in the palace?"

Jadiri bowed deeply.

"Your Majesty, the old minister requests that I play against you alone!"

"Ah! Play it alone, right?"

Xiulot was a little surprised. After pondering for a while, he guessed the purpose of the other party's visit, and he didn't feel that it was a bit tricky. In the entire kingdom, the only ones who are wary of war are probably the chief jatiri and missionary priests.

On the one hand, many elites from Preepeca have been absorbed in the missionary priesthood of the kingdom, and they have connections with nobles from all over the south, so their determination to deal with the south is not firm. On the other hand, launching a war will consume a lot of financial and material resources, which will lead to the further growth of the power of military aristocrats. The war takes place within the kingdom, which will also severely cut the kingdom's commercial taxes. Many foreign businessmen in the capital had sensed the news and left the kingdom early. All of this is not conducive to the governance of "civilian officials"...

"Exactly. Veteran request, I will play against you alone!"

Jadiri waited for a while, knelt down on the ground, and asked again.

"Okay, follow the sage!"

Xiulot hurried forward and lifted the chief minister up. Then, while pulling the sage into the palace, he ordered.

"Olosh, Toltek, you go back to the legion to prepare first. Bertard, you come to guard outside the palace!"

The samurai leader was stunned, looked at the sage with a serious expression, and went outside the hall. The two legion commanders also bid farewell and left. The surrounding guards scattered far away, and soon there were only two people left in the hall.

Jadiri sat kneeling on the leather cushion, making his posture appear solemn. Shulot also had to sit on his knees relative to each other.

After a few breaths, the sage asked calmly.

"Your Majesty, do you want to lead the army south?"

The king answered frankly.

"Exactly."

"What is the intention?"

"Purge the South."

"His Majesty!"

Jatiri sighed.

"The south is the land of the kingdom. Why did you raise such a large army and invite the violent dog-born army?"

"Sage."

Xiulot replied in a deep voice.

"This is a major military matter, and it has to be violent."

"Your Majesty, please listen to the old minister: You are too hasty."

Jadiri saluted and spoke solemnly.

"The early prosperity of the kingdom was not stable, and the Northern Expedition was extremely exhausting. The dog descendants were resettled, military meritorious service was rewarded, and the treasury was empty. You built a new army and made new weapons... With 700,000 people, 30,000 were kept in reserve, and the treasury was spent. At this time, it is all supported by commerce and trade. And businessmen from all over the world came from the south, worried about the outbreak of war, and left the country one after another, and the business tax fell sharply..."

"...The nobles in the south are afraid. At this time, they are mobilizing samurai private soldiers, recruiting young men, and setting up villages to store food. They have no objection. Why force them to start a war again? Once the war lasts for a long time, it will delay next year Chungeng... The old minister is afraid that the foundation of the kingdom will be shaken, and the collapse is just around the corner!..."

Hearing this, Xiulot remained silent. After a while, he spoke.

"Sage, the Kingdom has just been established, so there should be no such urgency. It's just that the arrow is on the string, and it has to be launched. The promise of the Western Expedition to divide the fiefdoms has not yet been completed. The southern nobles colluded with each other, formed alliances without permission, hindered the spread of faith, and occupied the southward navigable waterway. ..."

"Sage, do you know? Zicao County has a population of 200,000, and the Zicao family and the Palm family account for 60,000 people! The remaining ten or so big nobles control thousands of people at least, and at most control the entire population." Thousands of people. More than 80% of the population of the land is in the hands of the great nobles. And they don't pay tribute, and each has a warrior tribe, which makes me feel like a fishbone in my throat, and I have to get rid of it!"

This time, it was Jatiri's turn to be silent. He looked down for a long time before exhorting again.

"Your Majesty, you once said that governing a big country is like cooking small fish in a lake. After controlling the heat, the next step is to wait slowly. The old minister deeply believes that and has always kept it in his heart! I am already a rotten tree, most of my body is buried in the ground , but there is no rush. Your Highness is only a new sprout, just like the sun rising, so why is it so urgent?..."

Xiulot shook his head, did not reply, but looked firm.

Jadiri sighed, speaking earnestly, with tiredness on his face.

"Your Majesty, the governance of the kingdom is like the growth of a sacred tree. The sacred tree takes root in the soil, and only when the roots are deep and luxuriant can it be stable and long. If it is top-heavy, the root system is shallow and the branches are lush, the more it grows, the more dangerous it is. What the old minister did day and night, It is for you to unify people's hearts, prosper culture and education, integrate culture, and lay a solid foundation...But it can't keep up with the speed of flourishing branches and leaves, and I often feel panic in my heart."

"Your Majesty, why don't you just wait for a while? You see, the sacred tree grows, and the dwarf trees within a radius of 100 meters naturally wither. It is only because the sacred tree receives the sunlight from the sky and absorbs the vitality of the earth, and it will be in front of the rest with the momentum, without revealing any flaws. .It is always in the silent place, eliminates everything, and can stand upright in the end!"

Xiuluo nodded, but did not answer. It is the right way in the world to accumulate thickly and grow thinly. If he had a choice, he also hoped to "build high walls, accumulate food widely, and slowly become king". It's just... the king smiled and said calmly.

"Sage, there are always many roads in the world. During my northern expedition, I saw a mountain fire. The mountain fire came ragingly, devouring everything violently, and turning a large forest into ashes! Then, when I returned, I saw From the ashes in the forest, sprouts are rising everywhere, growing strong day and night. And the sun in the sky, and the life in the earth, are all sprouts have."

Hearing the meaning behind the king's words, Jadiri was terrified. he said immediately.

"Your Majesty, how can mortals control mountain fires? The old minister has also seen mountain fires. The violence of mountain fires devours everything, leaving no way out. If you don't pay attention, you will burn yourself and burn with the rest of the people...not to mention , The big trees in the mountains also have good trees, and they are also your people!"

Shulot shook his head again.

"Sage, the big trees in the mountains are rotten and full of parasitic vines and mushrooms. They are crooked at all. If they are not completely toppled, they will not be able to leave sunlight and rain for the new shoots! I just want to plant the new shoots with my own hands and see them thrive growing up!"

Jadiri thought for a long time, and finally persuaded.

"Your Majesty, the Zicao family once found me and intended to let their daughter be your majesty's concubine. The same is true of the Palm Family. If they can get His Majesty's promise, they are willing to hand over half of their mouths and land, and they will live with the country instead."

Shulot lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and shook his head.

"No. How can this generation rest with the country without making any achievements? I have made up my mind. The king's determination cannot be shaken!"

Jadiri had a complex expression and was silent for a long time. He sighed at last.

"Since your Majesty has made up his mind, the old minister should follow. The southern nobles gave several boxes of property, and the old minister never used a cent, and they all handed over to the missionary priests... The old minister was just worried that the fire would burn for too long, all the old trees would be destroyed, and the new shoots Shall not be born!"

Hearing this, Xiulot smiled confidently.

"Sage, you don't need to worry! The nobles in the south, in my opinion, are like dry bones in the soil. Once the army arrives, they must obey orders obediently! Those who dare to disobey will have no danger to defend, and they will all die!"

"Your Majesty, what if the Tekos barbarians in the southwest mountainous area are involved?"

"It's okay. Before the Northern Expedition, I was a little worried, but now that the Guajili Army has been formed, the artillery battalion has been established, and the tribal camps in the mountains will no longer be a hindrance!"

After speaking, Shulot stretched out his hand and grabbed the sage's arm.

"This time, to appease the people in the south, I still have to ask the sages to help me!"

Jadiri nodded, both regretful and relieved.

"Your Majesty's aspirations are unshakable. They are as lofty as a condor and as broad as the sun. The veterans naturally support His Majesty. I have sent students to contact the priests and heads of villages in various places. Now, even if they do not want to respond to His Majesty, they will not respond to His Majesty." His Highness is the enemy. And when His Majesty decides the general trend, they naturally know how to choose."

"Good, very good!"

Xiulot is quite satisfied. Lions and tigers fight rabbits, even with all their strength. Being able to divide the enemy before doing it is of course the best choice.

"Your Majesty, the old minister has a request."

Jadiri fell to the ground and saluted.

Xiulot accepted it calmly. he laughed.

"The sage's request, as long as it does not violate the kingdom's general plan, I will agree!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Jatiri said in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, please leave a way of life for everyone in the south."

"Sage, don't worry. I'm not easy to kill, I've already left a way out."

Shulot smiled, took out a volume of documents from his arms, and handed it to Jadiri.

"Sage, please see."

Jadiri opened the document, and there were five large characters on the top of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com: "Decree for Reduction of Seals and Changes". He already knew Chinese characters well, he flipped through the pages twice, and nodded slightly.

"Your Majesty is merciful!"

After the two chatted a few more gossips, the sage stood up and bowed to leave. This sudden and important performance finally came to an end. All parties in the kingdom finally reached an agreement.

At the end of October, spring plowing and harvesting are completed, and autumn Fus from various places are handed in one by one. There are still very few autumn Fus in Zicao County. The king finally ordered that the Gyeonggi Army, Guajili Army, and the Second Long Spear Army go south at the same time and enter Zicao County!

The southern nobles were greatly shaken. The chiefs of various tribes mobilized private soldiers, gathered in Dingkou, and guarded day and night. The nobles of the southwest even fled into the mountains and formed a stronghold to defend themselves.

At the beginning of November, Xiulot personally led the Imperial Guard Corps, went south from the capital, and arrived at the small city of Alto. There is a distance of three hundred and twenty miles between the city of Kuramo and King Qincongcan, and this is the midpoint between the two places. Immediately, the imperial guards set up camp and erected the king's flag.

Then, the king issued an order to summon the nobles, patriarchs and leaders from all over the south: within ten days, come to the place where the king's banner is, and have an audience with the king!

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