Your Majesty, please beg for mercy. The prince's rebellion was successful.

The next day!

Thousands of elite soldiers and musketeers finally arrived.

Their appearance instantly gave the army led by King Zhou Yong a reassurance, and the haze of many days gradually disappeared.

After all, 300,000 soldiers and generals, facing countless local gentry and powerful people, and their elusiveness, have already made the 300,000-strong army exhausted.

If this continues, even if it is delayed, it will be enough to drag them down.

The addition of thousands of elite soldiers and musketeers may not seem to give them an advantage in numbers, but everyone knows that they are Zhou Zheng's royal guards. Their appearance means that Zhou Zheng already cares about this place.

Even Zhou Zheng will arrive here in person in the near future.

Only King Zhou Yong had a solemn expression without frowning.

"Even if these thousands of elite soldiers will not pose a fatal threat to Your Majesty, it will not be easy to turn the situation around with such a large number of people."

With a sigh, King Zhou Yong's eyes were filled with complexity and regret.

March north to Beijing to defend the king. At present, let alone 300,000, even 500,000 people would not be enough.

Unless these people can march non-stop all the way north, regardless of the consequences.

Because once they stopped, they would not be able to distinguish between good citizens and local gentry, good people and those who wanted to kill them.

But even if they did not leave any soldiers to garrison there, but instead marched all the way north, they would be extremely exhausted by the time they reached Kyoto.

At that time, the sheep will walk into the tiger's mouth and die.

"Your Majesty said that to be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself."

Seeing King Zhou Yong like this, Gan Mo spoke slowly.

However, King Zhou Yong did not seem to understand the meaning of this sentence. For a moment, he stood there in a daze without reacting.

"Three hundred thousand troops are trapped here, exhausted and their morale is low."

"Your Majesty, do you really think that the local gentry and powerful are too powerful!?"

Gan Mo shook his head. His voice was not loud, but it did not make King Zhou Yong jump. His eyes fell on Gan Mo again.

Clearly, he heard something unusual in the tone.

"Three hundred thousand troops are certainly very powerful. But facing these elusive gentry and powerful people, facing these surging militia and civilians, how can we start?!"

King Zhou Yong gritted his teeth. In his opinion, Gan Mo's question might be a suspicion that he, King Zhou Yong, had a large army but did not help Zhou Zheng. In his understanding, this might be the reason why Gan Mo thought he did it on purpose.

However, Gan Mo waved his hand.

"Don't be nervous, Your Majesty. I don't have such an idea."

Noticing King Zhou Yong's mood change, Gan Mo hurriedly explained.

Many people in this world would try to protect themselves, but Gan Mo knew that King Zhou Yong would not do that.

It's not because he is warlike, nor because he is unaware of the changes in the situation, but because he knows very well that the only reason he can survive is Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping and Zhou Zheng are brothers who depend on each other for life and death. Zhou Ping will protect Zhou Zheng at all costs. He will do anything for Zhou Zheng, just for Zhou Ping, just to protect Zhou Ping.

As long as Zhou Zheng is alive, as long as Zhou Zheng can continue to be emperor, then Zhou Ping will be safe.

But if something unexpected happened to Zhou Zheng, Zhou Ping's fate would be even more miserable.

Therefore, whether it is Gan Mo or anyone else in the world, they all know that the fundamental starting point of all King Yong of Zhou's actions is not anything else, but Zhou Ping.

"This king has always acted in an upright manner."

King Zhou Yong breathed a sigh of relief only when he saw Gan Mo give in.

Otherwise, if Zhou Zheng thought that he did not fight hard, it would be a huge harm to King Zhou Yong.

"Three hundred thousand troops are certainly not enough to face the countless people of the entire Great Zhou."

"But for those local gentry and powerful people, it is an absolute crushing blow."

Gan Mo continued to explain.

The local gentry and tyrants were of course deeply rooted and even quite powerful. Facing such power, the local government was powerless, and even the imperial guards of the court did not care about what happened when they arrived in the local area.

But King Zhou Yong is different, he has 300,000 elite troops!

"To capture a city, we must kill the local gentry and powerful people in that city."

"If they die, how many so-called militias do you think will dare to attack the army?!"

Gan Mo's voice was very soft, but every word he said seemed to have the force of tens of millions of pounds hitting King Zhou Yong's chest hard.

He thought of countless possibilities, but never expected Gan Mo to say such words.

"What a pity! Those gentry and powerful people are so brave and fearless that they don't even fear death!"

"Killing all the local gentry and tyrants in a city is no problem."

"But what if there are ten cities? What about thirty cities?!"

King Zhou Yong's eyes flickered, but eventually dimmed.

There will always be casualties in war, but King Yong of Zhou could face the enemy without hesitation. However, he was facing the people of the Great Zhou, many of whom were innocent, and many were even forced.

Under such circumstances, how could King Yong of Zhou do this? !

"Your Majesty, I guessed it a long time ago."

Seeing King Zhou Yong's reaction, Gan Mo was secretly shocked in his heart, but he had to continue to admire Zhou Zheng's ability and means.

Since ancient times, righteousness does not control the military, and kindness does not control wealth.

Everyone in the world understands the truth, but when it really happens to them, how many people know clearly and how many people can see through it? !

"This is something His Majesty specifically ordered to be given to the prince."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gan Mo took out an envelope from his chest.

Zhou Zheng had specifically instructed that this envelope should be handed over to King Zhou Yong if he was in such a state of hesitation.

Now is the time.

King Zhou Yong had no doubts and slowly opened the envelope.

There is not much content in it, but every sentence is a question.

"Your Highness, you know that the gentry and the powerful have always been enemies. Regardless of whether they will take action now or not, they cannot exist after the war is over."

"It's not because they are against me, but because their existence will hinder the development of the Great Zhou and will be detrimental to the people of the Great Zhou."

Buzz! ! !

The first sentence in the envelope hit the nail on the head, causing King Zhou Yong to tremble slightly.

"Can the prince afford to lose the 300,000 elite troops under his command? If they lose, will the court let them go? Will it let the nine clans behind them go?!"

Hoo ho ho! ! !

When he saw the second sentence, King Zhou Yong's breathing also quickened.

Only then did he realize that he was too narrow-minded.

He thought about the local gentry and the powerful, and he considered the innocent people, but he never thought about the 300,000 elite troops behind him.

They have risked everything with their lives, they can't afford to lose!

"Your Highness, have you ever considered that being indecisive will only allow these local gentry and the imperial court to take advantage of you. Only by proving your principles through killing can you truly intimidate them."

"Killing enough people will suppress those who are ready to make trouble."

“It seems like an endless slaughter, but could it also be a way to stop those who want to test, calm those who want to resist, and scare those who want to fight to the death?!”

"Killing ten thousand, killing a hundred thousand, will earn you the fear of a million people."

"Massacre one village, destroy ten cities, in exchange for the stability of the country."

"Don't you know the pros and cons of this, Your Majesty?!"

Hiss, hiss! ! !

The meaning of the envelope is quite clear.

Being indecisive and hesitant will only lead to the erosion of these 300,000-strong army.

This is definitely not what King Zhou Yong should do.

At this moment, King Zhou Yong felt a chill on his back, cold sweat broke out, and his face turned pale.

Their so-called kindness and compassion are nothing but the practices of fools!

If I hadn't seen this letter at this time, I am afraid that I would really let this 300,000-strong army fall into an irretrievable situation.

Looking up at the soldiers not far away with fiery eyes staring at him, King Zhou Yong asked himself for the first time in his heart, am I really wrong?!

"Your Majesty, do you have any instructions?!"

After a long time, King Zhou Yong calmed down.

He knew that Zhou Zheng had planned everything out, and he was afraid that he had already made a plan this time.

"By order of His Majesty!"

Seeing King Zhou Yong like this, Gan Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

King Zhou Yong quickly knelt down towards Gan Mo with a pious look on his face.

"Whether they are the local gentry or the soldiers who attacked us, Your Majesty only needs to remember one thing: they have never been our friends, let alone our people and subjects."

"They have only one identity, the enemy!"

Woohoo! ! !

enemy!

The moment the two words entered King Zhou Yong's mind, he felt a wave of brain waves turning.

Is this your majesty's decision? !

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