Afterward, as usual, they held a round of discussions. The officers in the tent each voiced their own opinions, and only after the group had argued until their faces were red and their necks thick did Zhao Cheng finally speak and set the course for their next move.
First, take the hundred forts of Lianshan and build up their strength. Then wait for the right moment to seize Wu City. Only thus could the great undertaking be achieved!
Wu City was the gateway into the Southern Wasteland. Without taking Wu City, there was no way to enter the Southern Wasteland. In truth, although the Yellow Heaven Army claimed to be campaigning against the Southern Wasteland, they had only just reached its doorstep before Wu Qi defeated them.
After all, Wu City was Wu Qi's old home. For centuries, the Wu family had dug roots deep into that land.
As for the way out of the Southern Wasteland, Heaven's End Pass was now occupied by the Yellow Heaven Army. Yet the distance between that pass and the city was vast, with perilous terrain scattered throughout. Travel in either direction was difficult, and in some places, there were only plank roads connecting them.
If they could truly take Wu City, the Yellow Heaven Army would be able to advance and attack Qing Province, or retreat and hold the Southern Wasteland.
Of course, Wu City would not be easy to take. Had Zhao Cheng not established his authority over the past half month, and had the officers not all been men he had promoted, such a plan would surely have drawn a storm of opposition.
Unlike now—though everyone still had doubts in their hearts, they were at least willing to carry it out.
After the generals and soldiers withdrew, Zhao Cheng looked into