When the Xianbei, Wuhuan, and other northern tribes came south, relations between them and our Great Wei had been fairly good.
The two tribes had even formed an alliance with Great Wei!
But now Mount Tai was in Xianbei hands...
Cao Guo clasped his hands behind his back and paced, occasionally murmuring to himself.
The Prime Minister and the Grand Marshal exchanged glances. Seeing how serious Cao Guo looked, the Prime Minister asked quietly, "Your Majesty, are you planning to... seize Mount Tai?"
Cao Guo stopped and turned to face them. He nodded. "That's right. I do intend to!"
"But the Xianbei once had an alliance with Great Wei, pledging not to infringe on each other's borders. The world is tangled in conflict, and Great Wei has only just raised its armies to contend for supremacy. If we attack them now, won't we simply hand an advantage to the Xiongnu in Guanzhong and the Han Court in Jiangnan?"
The Prime Minister frowned, voicing his reservations.
The Grand Marshal nodded in agreement. "Exactly! Your Majesty, our target should be Luoyang!"
"After their great battle, both the Xiongnu Han Country and the Jiangnan Han Court were badly weakened! Our army has already formed ranks on the north bank of the Yellow River. Luoyang is within our grasp! We should take it first."
"Indeed!"
The Prime Minister and Grand Marshal both nodded.
Mount Tai?
What was so great about Mount Tai?
Luoyang had been the Later Han's imperial capital for two hundred years. Wasn't holding it better than taking a dead mountain?
With Luoyang in hand, they could fight in any direction!
But Cao Guo clearly didn't think their suggestion was a good one. "Luoyang is certainly a fine prize, but don't forget, my two ministers: the Jiangnan Han Court, the Xiongnu Han