Moreover, if they were merely few in number, Meng Zhao would not have cared overmuch. But the Dan Chi Clan was a people numbering over a million.
As long as they reached fourteen, they could be regarded as seeds for elite soldiers. And because they lived amid the dangerous, harsh environment of the mountains, there were not many elderly among them. Thus, the number who could serve as elite troops was naturally enormous.
Such potential for war could be called a weapon for rising to power. Even in a densely populated province, pulling together elite soldiers as brave and fierce as those of the Dan Chi Clan was no simple matter.
And even if the Ji Clan branch within Hu Mountain did not have many people, gathering twenty or thirty thousand men should not be difficult.
Meng Zhao currently had only sixty thousand troops in total, and Beitang He's forces were mixed in among them. Naturally, he coveted these Dan Chi warriors desperately.
Such an enormous advantage in military manpower was enough to make Meng Zhao sell his looks once and marry a woman of merely ordinary beauty.
Marriage alliances had always been the fastest and most effective means of addressing one's own lack of strength and foundation.
Making certain sacrifices for that was not something unacceptable.
Those who accomplished great deeds did not fuss over trifles. If a man could marry a woman and add bricks and tiles to the foundation of his great undertaking, why not?
Although Ji Rushuang was another man's wife and was now pregnant, from an ordinary perspective, she indeed was not worthy of Meng Zhao.
But in essence, she was a woman of quite outstanding beauty, and the hidden power behind her was astonishing. She could serve as an important chess piece to pry