The North Sea of the Human Race was bitterly cold year-round, with howling winds, driving snow, and a landscape of ice and frost.
The terrain was treacherous, surrounded by mountains and lined with sheer cliffs.
Compared with the fertile lands of the Central Plains, it was inferior by far.
This time, the Seventy-two Lords of the North Sea led by Yuan Futong in rebellion against Great Shang occupied one-third of the North Sea.
They commanded one million troops.
They had countless fierce generals.
They could be considered formidable powers in their own right.
Inside the camp of the Seventy-Two Route Allied Army.
Yuan Futong swept his gaze over the gathered generals. His expression was solemn, his voice forceful and resonant as he delivered his declaration: "Everyone, now that we have rebelled against Great Shang, there is no turning back."
"Either we succeed! We march into the Central Plains, seize its vast fertile lands, and secure favorable living conditions for our people, so they will no longer freeze or starve!"
"Or we fail! We die on the battlefield, yet we will not have betrayed the hopes of the people under our rule."
The North Sea was bitterly cold year-round, its frozen earth stretching for countless miles.
There was very little good land suitable for farming.
This left the food harvests of the Feudal States under the North Sea lords deeply worrying.
And on top of that, they had to pay tribute to Great Shang every year, making their already impoverished states even worse off.
They could not afford food.
They could not live in warm houses.
Newborn children often did not even survive the winter before freezing to death.
Under such conditions, the many Feudal States of the North Sea were on the verge of being unable to survive.
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