"Commander Kong, if we build the Great Wall like this, we'll end up building it right onto the grasslands!"
Fei Lian looked utterly helpless. At their normal pace, the low earthen wall that made up the Great Wall's first phase should already have been finished. In reality, however, work had ground to a halt a month ago.
There was no other reason: after Tu Fang had plundered Gui Fang, Gui Fang had become increasingly eager to please.
One group moved the Boundary Stele a dozen or so meters in the morning, another moved it several dozen meters at noon, and the evening group was the worst-a whole crowd picked up the Boundary Stele and ran with it, moving it over a hundred meters.
Was there anything they could do?
Not a thing!
King Zhou had laid down the Three No's Principle. They could neither beat these people nor scold them.
Even when the prisoners of war and slaves building the Great Wall knew the Boundary Stele had been moved, they still built according to its new location.
The Gui Fang people were so nice! They brought them mutton soup in the dead of winter, and sometimes a dozen burly men came over together to lend a hand, only to plant themselves there and refuse to leave.
They wanted nothing else-just for the Great Wall to curve around their own tribes.
And so the Great Wall, originally intended to run in a straight line, had been forced into an arc.
Huang Feihu said, "No matter. Daoist Shen has already said that once King Zhou sends troops north to intimidate Tu Fang, Gui Fang will surely submit. We can begin the contest we previously arranged with Gui Fang. Once those barbarians beyond our borders see the might of Great Shang's army, they