Yuan Futong's Scheme
Living in the North Sea, they naturally had many grudges against each other.
They are especially skilled at killing, and the feuds between many tribes are difficult to unravel.
Now that they've all come together, chaos has indeed ensued.
Normally, things are fine; they get together out of respect for Yuan Futong, and nothing unusual happens.
How can we let them suffer this humiliation?
Seeing that the entire camp was becoming increasingly chaotic, and it seemed that a fight was about to break out, Yuan Futong frowned slightly.
"What are you doing? You bunch of guys, do you really think Laozi 'm dead?"
He then waved his hand dismissively.
A tremendous force slammed directly onto the ground.
During recess, there was a sudden, earth-shaking tremor.
The numerous feudal lords, who had been cursing with bloodshot eyes, finally quieted down slightly.
However, his eyes remained fixed on the other person, as if he were ready to fight at the slightest provocation.
After all, it would be unpleasant for anyone to suffer such a huge loss and then be ridiculed.
Yuan Futong's face darkened, and his gaze swept across everyone's faces before finally letting out a sigh.
North Sea is, after all, a remote place.
Most of the people living here are from barbarian tribes.
Each race has different beliefs, and each race has a different way of doing things.
It is already quite remarkable that they were able to come together; it would be virtually impossible to strictly control them.
Yuan Futong sighed deeply.
His gaze then swept over the crowd once more.
"With a powerful enemy at our side, how dare you guys fight amongst yourselves and cause chaos? Do you really want to die?"
He paused for a moment at this point.
"I believe you are all already aware of today's battle."
"Wen Zhong, the pillar of the Yin Shang Dynasty, was a capable and valiant general. He commanded 500,000 troops and held out for this period, suffering only 100,000 casualties. Who among you could have done that?"
"Especially that old scoundrel possesses unparalleled bravery; almost none of you here are his match. Now that he has been released, it's like letting a tiger return to the mountains. Instead of finding ways to capture him, you all resort to cursing each other. What kind of logic is that?"
These words were extremely harsh.
The numerous feudal lords lowered their heads and remained silent.
Yuan Futong, as their commander-in-chief, naturally possessed extremely high prestige.
Now that this guy has gotten angry, they naturally have nothing to say to him.
"And then there's Huang Feihu. That guy is a monster himself. His mammoth cavalry is invincible. With just this one cavalry, they have broken through our encirclements many times. To him, any tribe is nothing but chickens and dogs. This one cavalry alone has killed tens of thousands of our warriors. Don't you all feel pain?"
"And that tyrannical emperor, who personally led the expedition this time, along with many brave generals, has already killed more than a dozen of our outstanding warriors in today's battle."
"Now that your lives are hanging by a thread, yet you still turn against each other, you are truly not worth discussing things with."
"You are all barbarians from the North Sea, destined for nothing!"
These words were undeniably harsh.
But all the leaders knew that Yuan Futong had already lost his temper.
At this time, anyone who provokes him is very likely to die a horrible death.
Yuan Futong was, after all, the most outstanding person among all those present.
This guy has always held a very high position in the North Sea, and many people obey him without question. Now that he's angry, the others naturally dare not disobey.
"Gentlemen, you should think about how to defeat the enemy tomorrow. If anyone continues to hurl insults at each other, don't blame me for being impolite."
As he finished speaking, the camp fell silent.
After a long while, someone finally spoke.
"Boss Yuan, things might not be as serious as you think."
"After this battle, although we lost 200,000 men to that old dog Wen Zhong and another 200,000 to that tyrannical emperor, our army still has 900,000 men left."
"This force still maintains a relatively strong combat capability."
"The size of the Shang Army was indeed inferior, at most around 600,000."
"We actually still hold an absolute advantage. Why don't we just fight them directly tomorrow? After all, this is North Sea. We are more familiar with the terrain and environment than they are, and we have a greater advantage."
The speaker was an extremely reckless leader.
But his words clearly reflected the sentiments of many leaders.
They highly regard the warriors of the North Sea.
If they were to launch a direct assault tomorrow, they truly didn't believe that the warriors of the North Sea would be defeated.
Moreover, their number of warriors from the North Sea far exceeds that of the Yin Shang dynasty.
If we were to crush them with overwhelming force, it might actually be possible to defeat them in one fell swoop.
Although it would result in significant losses, it would be worthwhile if it could kill Wen Zhong Grand Tutor Wen and the Human Emperor in one fell swoop.
Then the Yin Shang would collapse on its own.
Many of the feudal lords nodded in agreement, expressing their approval of the plan.
Yuan Futong's gaze swept over everyone, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
Discussing military secrets with these people is like casting pearls before swine.
How could these people possibly understand warfare?
And how could they possibly understand military law?
They were all roughnecks and savage races from the North Sea.
You are all mistaken.
"Although our warriors from the North Sea are valiant, they are clearly at a disadvantage against the well-equipped army of the Yin Shang dynasty."
"Our warriors of the North Sea fight primarily based on their fighting spirit. If that spirit is worn down, our warriors of the North Sea will be nothing more than ordinary soldiers. How will they then contend with the well-equipped army of the Yin Shang?"
"Even if our warriors from the North Sea can fight against the well-equipped British merchant army, do you know what the real factor in determining victory or defeat is?"
"The real factor in determining victory or defeat lies in top-tier combat strength."
"Leaving aside other matters, let's just talk about that Wen Zhong. Although he looks very old and is a civil official, the key thing is that he really possesses the courage of ten thousand men."
"Besides that, he has twenty-four generals under his command, each of whom is extremely brave and possesses unique skills. It would be difficult for us to be their match."
"Besides that, there's Huang Feihu, Zhang Kui, Gao Lanying's sluts, Fang Bi, Fang Xiang, and so on. These people are all extremely powerful fighters."
"Take Tian Kui for example, his combat strength is enough to rank him in the top five among our leaders."
"But he has no chance of winning against Zhang Kui, and wouldn't everyone else be doomed in front of Zhang Kui? That's the real reason why the outcome depends on him."
"Even if our warriors of the North Sea kill every single invading soldier, what can they do?"
"If any of you here were killed—"