The intelligence from the Golden Tent Khanate had left everyone looking grim.
With the Golden Tent Khanate making so many large-scale moves, no idiot would believe they were not plotting something.
And history had always borne this out. The Golden Tent Khanate had never abandoned its ambitions of attacking the Central Plains.
Of the four borders surrounding the Central Plains, the barbarian tribes hiding amid the southern jungles were the weakest. They possessed little strength; unless famine struck and they were truly starving, they would not dare provoke Great Zhou.
To the east lay Eastern Jin. As Great Zhou's old rival, Eastern Jin had inherited part of the legacy and strength of the former Great Jin. A centipede does not stop wriggling after death; they could not be left unguarded against. Thus, Great Zhou had sent the valiant grand general Xiang Chu Kuang to defend the Eastern Jin border.
There was no need to mention the west, where the Thirty-Six Western Regions Kingdoms lay. But those kingdoms were too useless; at most, they could gather a few minor states to harass the borderlands. If one claimed they truly dared unite and invade the Central Plains, no one would believe it.
Thus, among the four border regions, the Golden Tent Khanate was the strongest. When the Central Plains had declined, the only force that had successfully invaded it, seized cities and territory, and occupied vast tracts of land was the Golden Tent Khanate.
In truth, it was hardly strange for the Golden Tent Khanate to act this way. Though the northern grasslands were not a land of bitter cold, they still could not compare to the spiritual beauty of the Central Plains.
Further north lay the desolate Northern Frontier wilderness, uninhabited by man and utterly unsuitable for human settlement.
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