"General, it's not that we are unwilling to share your burdens. It's just that we truly have no way!"
"Who is Yang Zhengshan? Back then, he broke through seven Hu Tribe tribal lands in eight days. In the battle against the Ke'ercha Clan, he slaughtered tens of thousands of Hu Tribe, and even more terrifying, he killed Mengtemu with his strength alone!"
"How could we be his match?"
Zhang Yuanwu said with a face full of helplessness.
Hearing this, Liu Zeqing's slightly sunken eyes abruptly turned sharp. With a whoosh, he rose to his feet and glared at Zhang Chengzhi with a ferocious expression. "Zhang Yuanwu, do you think this general doesn't dare kill you?"
"General, you are mighty. How could you not dare kill me? It is only that this subordinate truly is no match for Yang Zhengshan!" Zhang Yuanwu lowered his head and said in an unhurried tone.
Zhang Yuanwu had originally been the Garrison Commander of Qihe City. After the war in the Northern Territory, he was promoted to Songzhou Guard Vice Commander and served as the Camp Sitting Officer of the Reinforcement Battalion. He was not one of Liu Zeqing's men. He represented the Local Faction of the Songzhou Guard—that is, the military officers who had once served under Wang Bin.
After Liu Zeqing took office as East Route Assistant Regional Commander, he had been trying to win over the officials of the Local Faction, while also vigorously planting his own people.
But Local Faction men like Zhang Yuanwu were not so easy to win over—or rather, not so easy to deal with.
Because Zhang Yuanwu and the others all had military merits. They had all been promoted through military achievements, so if Liu Zeqing wanted to get rid of them, he had to have a