'Great Liang is probably finished!'
That sentence was written all over Poison Dragon's face. In an age of great contention, cutting military pay—was he not afraid the soldiers would mutiny or at least grow slack? Only Void Spirit Master could have thought of such a thing!
What left Poison Dragon even more helpless was that Void Spirit Master truly had the ability to carry out this policy!
He hurriedly waved his hands. "Absolutely not... The realm is in chaos now. Even expanding the army isn't enough—how can we cut military pay?"
"I already said it: at present, our side needs to cultivate its inner strength in depth. We must not venture out for three years... Therefore, maintaining an army of ten thousand is enough!"
Aaron looked as though victory were already clasped in his hand. "As for an imperial encirclement campaign? Di You, the Military Governor of Xuanwei, has rebelled... The northern barbarians are heading south... For the moment, the court has no attention to spare for us. Even if they come to suppress us, their strength will be greatly diminished. If they send several tens of thousands of troops, I will break them with ten thousand soldiers!"
Poison Dragon naturally had absolute faith in the fighting strength of the Six Jia Divine Soldiers, but he could not help feeling regretful. "The world of Great Song is truly collapsing so quickly... The moment we rose, dragons and flood-serpents throughout the realm began to stir!"
"At the end of a dynasty, when has it ever not been so?"
Aaron looked as though victory were already clasped in his hand. "All the better to use this spare time to clean up the prefecture... Whether gentry secretly colluding with foreign enemies or Daoist lineages!"
The moment Poison Dragon heard this, a shiver ran