The nobles were still weighing the gains and losses. At first hearing, attacking the Qiang did indeed seem more profitable, but until now, their eyes had remained fixed on Great Shang's borders. They had never considered the Qiang, who raised far more Qiang sheep.
Jiang Wenhuan, who had remained silent, suddenly brightened and slammed the table. "You, whoever you are, well said! Attack the Qiang! Take their things! Qiang sheep, Qiang cattle-if they have it, take it all! Taking cattle and sheep earns a minor merit, killing Qiang earns a major merit, and capturing Bo Yikao alive earns double rewards!"
Jiang Wenhuan had wanted to attack the Qiang for a long time. When they had marched south years ago, he had thought he would finally have a chance to flex his muscles, only for them all to run away. Now that an opportunity had come, how could he let it slip?
Ehe and Shaoge were also deeply stirred. This was their chance for revenge!
The noble lords shuddered at Jiang Wenhuan's outburst, but at the same time, they realized something.
The Qiang seemed rather easy to defeat, didn't they?
Just look at Jiang Wenhuan's ferocity. He had even frightened the Qiang into fleeing back then. Even if Bo Yikao had become King of the Qiang, what difference would it make?
Besides, they had Ehe, Shaoge, and the other Qiang remnants to guide them. They even had the advantage of knowing the terrain.
What else did they lack?
Troops? Li Commandery had troops, and with the nobles' private soldiers added in, there would be enough. As for their fighting strength, it hardly mattered. Once Jiang Wenhuan led the charge and morale soared, they could fight Qiang or Rong People just the same. Every noble present had witnessed Jiang Wenhuan single-handedly defeat