Chapter 602: Meng Huo's Self-Imagination
Zhang Song's information made everyone look serious, as family members know their own business.
What is the level of Yizhou? Without the participation of Liu Bei's group, it is basically a humble and small force that survives by relying on natural barriers.
The most powerful legions in the entire Yizhou are Guan Yu's, Zhang Fei's, and Huang Zhong's, three pseudo-imperial guard-level troops.
Then there is no need to mention the double-talented legions like Yan Yan and Zhang Ren.
Putting aside Liu Bei's group, Yizhou would have a hard time defeating Brach's army of more than 100,000.
Originally, attacking southern Xinjiang was a good opportunity to train troops, but the food offensive was too powerful, and southern Xinjiang was directly pacified, resulting in basically no troops capable of fighting in Yizhou.
The only two imperial guards, Chen Dao's White-Eared Soldiers and Qin Yuliang's White-Spear Soldiers, were also recruited into the Jianye fleet.
After all, in the strategic layout of the Han Dynasty, potential allies like the Kushans were the last to be dealt with.
Therefore, no forces were sent to Yizhou, and personnel were even transferred from Yizhou to other defense areas.
"It doesn't matter. We will not necessarily lose!" Guan Yu shook his head and said softly.
Although the words were spoken softly, the generals in the camp suddenly felt a sense of power.
If General Guan says there is no problem, then there is no problem!
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Southern Xinjiang, Meng Huo’s temporary camp.
Meng Huo, Madam Zhurong, Wutugu, King Mulu... the owners of the thirteen caves are basically gathered together.
The forces in Nanzhou are roughly divided into four parts: the Wugo Kingdom, the Thirteen Caves, the Zhurong clan, and the Menghuo tribe.
Originally, Zhurong clan and Menghuo tribe belonged to one of the Thirteen Caves, but because they were too powerful, they were kicked out of this circle and became separate parts.
The reason why Meng Huo's tribe is strong has not changed, that is because they have relied on Jiaozhou.
Although Jiaozhou had nothing else, it had plenty of food, so the food level of Meng Huo's tribe was much better than that of other tribes. Naturally, it became the largest force and was nicknamed the Barbarian King Meng Huo.
It’s just that everyone thought their tribe was the most powerful at the time, so it was okay for Meng Huo to be called the Barbarian King. Other tribes recognized the title, but none of them listened to him.
Later, Meng Huo got in touch with Guo Hao and achieved his goal in one step. With the dual food support of Yizhou and Jiaozhou, he directly defeated all the tribes.
He rightfully became the true Barbarian King, controlled the entire Nanzhou, and was granted the title of Nanzhou Mu.
During these five years, Nanzhou did nothing but solve the food problem, and combined with their hunting, every household in the tribe had enough food, and the living standards were even better than many places in the inland.
After all, they live by the mountains and by the water. In the complex environment of southern Xinjiang, the barbarians are like fish in water.
The biggest problem with the refined system is that you need to be well fed. As long as you are well fed, you will be powerful.
At least the individual strength is very strong.
Meng Huo looked at these guys he had attacked with a troubled look on his face. Each of them looked like a barbarian and had simple minds.
To be honest, these guys have no interest in discussing matters. Basically, every meeting is just about eating and drinking.
Anyway, what they ate were all Meng Huo's things, so these guys didn't know what it meant to feel sorry for him. They even wanted to take some away when they left.
Just as Meng Huo was struggling, the things on his table had already been taken away by the barbarians sitting on his left and right.
On the left was Wutugu, a guy without brains but very good at fighting and very supportive of him. Meng Huo endured it as he looked at the other party's foolish smile.
Madam Zhurong on the right is his wife, and she is a better fighter than Wutugu, so he can only endure it.
(Mrs. Zhurong inherited the legacy of the Fire God Zhurong, so she has a fire attack. Wutugu is equipped with rattan armor. Although he has 15 HP, he is afraid of fire. It makes sense, right? Wutugu cannot beat Zhurong. It makes sense, right?)
Looking at the group of cave masters who were busy eating all over the camp, Meng Huo sighed and thought, forget it, what more can you ask of a group of fools?
Just don't bring these idiots to future meetings. It really lowers the style of their class.
Meng Huo thought helplessly as he angrily took a bite of the lamb leg in his hand.
After finishing the lamb leg in his hand, when Meng Huo reached out to get something else, there was nothing on his table.
"Come here, bring another 100 kilograms of fine rice and 500 kilograms of cooked meat!"
Meng Huo spoke to the guards expressionlessly, having completely given up struggling.
Bored, Meng Huo knocked on the table.
"Have all the people from the tribes arrived? The governor of Yizhou is almost here, don't let them down!"
"Don't worry... everything is already in place," King Mulu said vaguely, waving his hand.
"Tell me the truth, how many people did you bring with you?" Meng Huo had a huge headache.
He was a simple-minded man and thought that Nanzhou could only support 100,000 regular troops. If he brought too many people, he would be punished by the court.
It’s okay to curse them a few times, but what if they are fined for their food?
"I brought 10,000 Fire Dragon Soldiers... er, 15,000!"
Madam Zhu Rong said this perfunctorily, and then after seeing Meng Huo's serious look, she honestly reported the exact number.
"I……"
Meng Huo immediately released his aura and pressed hard against everyone.
As a governor, he has the bonus of national luck in his own territory. Even Madam Zhu Rong, the current number one warrior in Nanzhou, may not be able to defeat him.
Of course, when he left Nanzhou, he was just an ordinary person with internal energy leaving his body, and could be easily manipulated by Madam Zhurong.
"Tell me honestly how many people you brought with you!"
Seeing that Meng Huo seemed really angry, the cave masters in the camp finally told the truth.
Since they had obeyed Meng Huo as king, they were still very awed by him once he got serious. After all, Meng Huo had indeed changed their lives.
After asking the questions, Meng Huo's hands and feet were cold.
He felt that an extra ten or twenty thousand was quite reasonable.
An extra ten thousand people, how can that be reasonable?
In the past, strictly speaking, having an extra 10,000 or 20,000 regular troops like him could be considered as having a lot of power.
Of course, it is not a problem at all nowadays. The imperial court does not care. As long as you do not rebel and the people live well, it is enough.
Can fight? Being able to fight is a good thing!
However, Meng Huo's enlightenment teacher was an old fellow from the previous dynasty. Meng Huo was influenced by his teacher and his thinking became conservative.
He was scared by himself. After all, he was a barbarian. He was smarter than other cave masters, but his intelligence was limited.
After all, what else can you ask for from a guy who has been in and out of jail seven times?
He couldn't .
Meng Huo's hands and feet were cold, and he felt that his career as the Governor of Southern Province was over.
He felt that he was a barbarian and had just surrendered not long ago , so what on earth did he want to do by suddenly recruiting so many troops?
Even if he put himself in Liu Bei's position, he would be extremely wary of these barbarians.
Although he was at the same level as Liu Bei, he still habitually put himself in the position of a younger brother.
The more Meng Huo thought about it, the more frightened he became. He was at a loss. Perhaps they would have to go back to the days of relying on the weather for their livelihood.
Being hungry is real hell.
