Meng Zhao already held the authority of fifty thousand Yangwu Army troops. If he gained the services of these thirty-odd thousand Divine Might Army soldiers and several tens of thousands of Danchi warriors as well, it would be like adding wings to a tiger. He could be called a major power in his own right.
Had they not seen the southern rebellion? When it first rose, it commanded no more than a hundred thousand troops, yet it stirred up an immense upheaval and remained unvanquished for a long time.
Instead, it had spread across several provinces, throwing the situation into ruin and leaving the Beitang Imperial Clan harried and overwhelmed.
If Meng Zhao commanded these hundred thousand troops, received the aid of the Meng Family of Earl Nan'an, and coupled that with his own legendary prestige as one of the Peerless Twin Prodigies alongside Shen Tianci, the harm he could cause would be more than ten times that of the southern rebellion.
Thus, Meng Zhao absolutely intended to bring this force under his command for his own use. It was not for any damned common people, much less out of kindness.
But perhaps this was simply the way of imperial nobles. They always needed all manner of excuses, reasons, and banners to conceal their true aims.
Though hypocritical, it could not be denied that it was highly effective. In winning people's hearts, those straightforward grassland heroes were never their match. This was the art of power; this was politics.
Meng Zhao was no different. The reason he gave was naturally an excuse—an excuse not even dogs would believe—but it was indeed useful.
It could win over the hearts of the several tens of thousands of Divine Might Army soldiers, making those common troops believe Meng Zhao to be a great