After returning, Wenren Sheng gathered everyone and announced, "Ready the army for war. Divide the forces into three routes: one south, one west, and one north."
He had already seen through his opponent's hand.
There was no need, nor could they afford, to delay any longer.
As for the previous agreement with the imperial court not to invade each other for three years—could matters of war be called deception?
That was called strategy.
Besides, Blind Guo had done the deceiving. What did it have to do with Wenren Sheng? Ever since he had entered this script, he had never acknowledged that this was himself.
"Dividing the forces into three routes—isn't that a grave military taboo?" the Fourth Hall Master questioned.
As people grew old, they sought stability. In his view, they should first secure a piece of territory rather than split their forces from the very start.
"Do military strategists have our advantages?" Wenren Sheng asked with a smile.
"Well... they truly do not." The Fourth Hall Master shook his head.
"Mm. Eight thousand men per route. First establish the Three Bureaus structure and bring enough candidate personnel. As for how far we advance, we advance until all the candidate personnel have been assigned," Wenren Sheng continued.
Everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at it this way, the Holy Teacher's mind was perfectly clear. He had not begun expanding recklessly just because they had defeated the strongest Donghan people.
Their current candidate personnel were enough for, at most, ten counties, covering five million people.
But how could they possibly guess what Wenren Sheng was truly thinking? The three routes set out at once.
The first route headed east. The county town they encountered lay sixty li away. The army had only just arrived when the County Magistrate opened