Next came the indignant ministers, all clamoring to send troops.
Fei Lian, a seasoned warrior who looked every inch a veteran of a hundred battles, was not in Chaoge, so the commander to quell the rebellion naturally had to be chosen from the ministers at court.
What glory it would be to put down such a shocking rebellion!
Huang Feihu, Su Quanzhong, Jiang Wenhuan...
Military officers never liked to admit defeat. These maternal relatives of the emperor, who ought to have risen through family connections, had each earned battle records more impressive than the last. How could the others accept that?
But there was another problem.
Clamoring to quell a rebellion was easy. Actually doing it required considering every angle.
Suppressing a rebellion was no child's play, and their opponent was King Pingling, who was slaughtering people under Great Shang's banner. If the campaign went poorly, it would damage Great Shang's prestige in the eyes of the various feudal lords.
And the most important things in suppressing a rebellion were men and grain.
Too few men would not do. Even if they allied with the Marquis of the East, Chaoge would have to send at least thirty thousand troops to take command of the combined army.
The provisions required for thirty thousand troops were nothing to wealthy Chaoge. But if they wanted to ally with the Marquis of the East, Chaoge would also have to supply his army.
It would take at least half a month to assemble the allied army's provisions, and then they still had to transport them to the front.
It was already October. By the time everything was ready and the troops could march, it would be early next year.
Even if they cast reason aside and ordered the Marquis of the East to fight alone,