"Rest assured, my lord. You will be satisfied." Liang Yong smiled.
When his father, Liang Qian, had raised his army, he had rallied people with slogans of carrying out Heaven's justice, robbing the rich to help the poor, and paying no grain taxes once King Liang arrived.
But once his forces had truly gained strength, the common people had become two-legged sheep and blood bags, theirs to exploit at will.
There was nothing new under the sun, no matter the world or space-time.
"Then this general will take his leave to inspect the city defenses and arrange the collection of blood essence." Tan Bao rose, bowed respectfully to the crown prince and Börgö, then withdrew.
The other generals attending them also withdrew.
Just as Börgö was about to take his leave as well-
"Please stay a moment, master. There is more entertainment." Liang Yong clapped his hands.
A scantily clad maid approached with a pot of wine and respectfully presented it to Börgö.
He accepted it, opened the pot, and sniffed. An intoxicated look spread across his face.
"This blood wine was brewed from the heart's blood essence of three hundred boys and girls under ten. Please accept it, master." Liang Yong chuckled.
"How thoughtful of you, Your Highness." Börgö put the wine away, satisfied.
"You have expended your power to repel our enemies for Great Liang. This modest gift hardly expresses our respect. Once we drive back the armies of false Yan and return to the capital, I have another generous gift prepared for you." Liang Yong smiled.
The Northern Barbarians had few shamans, but every one of them was proficient in witchcraft. Börgö in particular held a high position among them. Winning him over would be a tremendous help, both in securing Liang Yong's position as heir and