You Scholars Are Truly Rotten to the Core!

Wang Xuan had hit upon a crucial point about the Late Han Dynasty with a single sentence.

Whether it was rebellion or raising an army, one had to return to one's home territory. Outsiders found it difficult to integrate into a local area and gain the support of its people.

Without a stable foundation, once one's homeland was lost, collapse was not far behind.

The same applied to Dong Zhuo. Never mind that he was in Luoyang, where the local aristocratic clans opposed him so strongly that even gathering provisions was difficult, forcing him to rely on Liangzhou for supplies. The mere fact that he was far from home was enough to make Dong Zhuo withdraw his army.

"That's why, from this point alone, Dong Zhuo is doomed to lose!" Wang Xuan tapped the table as he spoke. "But that's all there is to it. Once Dong Zhuo abandons Luoyang, the entire Anti-Dong Alliance won't pursue him."

"Why not? Are we supposed to stand by and watch Dong Zhuo kidnap the emperor?"

"How are we supposed to pursue him? Who will provide provisions for an army of three hundred thousand? Will there be enough? Can the supplies sustain transport over such a long distance? What happens if the supply lines are cut? If we pursue him too closely and the emperor comes to harm, who will bear the responsibility?"

Wang Xuan fired off a string of questions, but Liu Bei could not answer a single one.

The provisions alone for an army of three hundred thousand could bankrupt any lord, so there was simply no way to provide them!

But if each army had to supply itself, never mind Sun Jian and Gongsun Zan, whose routes were so distant that they lacked the ability to transport supplies in the first