Thus, although Zhao Cheng was still trapped in the mountains and forests, with even Wu Yuan's threat yet to be removed, he was already considering future logistical matters.
Why was the Yellow Heaven Army viewed so poorly?!
Because from the very root of it, they were something the "great momentum" of this era could not accept.
How could a bunch of mud-legged peasants stand over their heads?!
Seeking profit for the people meant competing with them for profit!
Unless the Yellow Heaven Army renounced the ideals upon which it had risen and changed its course. But even then, it would still be difficult for the great clans and aristocratic families to accept them, while they would also lose their own foundation. That was truly a path to death.
Under such circumstances, the only way to break the deadlock was to trade space for time, stretch out the battlefront, first cultivate a group of elites, scatter them in all directions to recruit troops and purchase horses, and seek out clever people among the common folk to teach them reading, writing, and administration.
Given a few years—or even ten—one spark would set the prairie ablaze, and the great momentum could be forged.
By then, if the aristocratic families rebelled, destroy their households and exterminate their clans. If the powerful clans rebelled, kill their people and burn their cities. If all under heaven rebelled, then slaughter all under heaven!
Then, naturally, all under heaven would return their hearts to him, and none would dare disobey.
The intent to kill had long risen in his heart, yet Zhao Cheng's expression did not reveal the slightest trace of it. Only the aura around him grew ever more stern, like a sharp sword capable of cleaving the vault of heaven.
Aura changed with the heart. Many