Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

Against the backdrop of the morning glow, the sky gradually turned a faint golden color the next day.

"Pass the order down, all troops will march straight to Yuan Futong's camp, and we must capture the 72 rebellious princes!"

Wen Zhong's voice was sonorous and powerful, echoing over the empty camp like thunder.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers were all cheered up, like tigers descending from the mountains, and quickly lined up and prepared to go into battle.

Wen Zhong turned to look at Luo Shu, who was dressed in a green shirt and looked calm beside him, and his voice was filled with confusion and expectation:

"Brother, Yuan Futong and his men are so ambitious that they are not easy to persuade to surrender. What do you want to do?"

Luo Shu nodded slightly, his eyes gleaming with wisdom. He gently patted Wen Zhong's shoulder, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was low and gentle:

"Brother, you are right. Yuan Futong and other lords are indeed stubborn, but we need to understand that the essence of war is not just a duel between generals, but also a contest between soldiers."

He paused, pointed to the coast of the North Sea and continued:

"Look, the land of the North Sea is a thousand miles of wasteland, extremely barren, and the people live in poverty."

"Most of these soldiers came from poor backgrounds. They followed Yuan Futong and others in the rebellion, hoping to have a glimmer of hope and change their fate."

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhong nodded repeatedly and looked at Luo Shu more intently, looking forward to his next words.

Luo Shu paused and continued:

"If we can treat these soldiers with kindness and provide them with survival guarantees after they surrender, perhaps we can shake their morale."

“At the same time, we can also use the barrenness of the North Sea to show the soldiers the prosperity and wealth of the Shang Dynasty, and let them understand that only by submitting to the court can they live a better life.”

After hearing what Senior Brother Luo Shu said, Wen Zhong's eyes flashed with realization. He nodded in agreement and said in a deep voice:

"Big Brother, what you said is absolutely right. I will immediately order people to prepare food and supplies, as well as an imperial edict to appease the soldiers, so that this war can end as soon as possible."

Luo Shu smiled gently, with wisdom flashing in his eyes, and chuckled softly:

"Brother, I am sure that this rebellion can be put to an end today. Don't underestimate the weakness of human nature. It is the most powerful weapon in this battle!"

"Elder brother is right!"

Afterwards, Wen Zhong led the reorganized army and advanced towards Yuan Futong's camp.

At the same time, Yuan Futong and 72 other princes received the news of Wen Zhong's attack in their tents.

Everyone looked at each other, with a hint of fear in their eyes. Even if they were calm, they couldn't help feeling nervous at this moment.

Yuan Futong was worthy of being the head coach. His face darkened and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He knew that this battle was related to the life and death of the seventy-two princes, and he had to go all out.

"Pass the order down, the whole army will line up to fight! Anyone who retreats will be killed without mercy!"

Although Yuan Futong's voice was trembling, his tone was full of determination.

He knew very well that this battle would be a life-and-death contest and could not afford to be careless.

Soon, Yuan Futong's camp fell into a tense and orderly state of preparation for war.

The soldiers were dressed in armor, holding sharp weapons, with determination and resoluteness written all over their faces.

They were lined up in neat and uniform squares, like a Great Wall of Steel, ready for battle.

Outside the camp, in the distant sky, a dark cloud-like figure was gradually approaching.

That was the army led by Wen Zhong. They swept in like a violent storm, raising dust and with great momentum.

The sound of horse hooves shook the earth, and the beating of war drums seemed as if even the earth was shaking.

The two armies faced each other, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

When they reached the front of the two armies, Wen Zhong rode the Black Kirin forward, holding the golden whips of the male and female dragons, pointed at Yuan Futong and shouted:

"Yuan Futong! How dare you, a rebellious gang, rebel against the Shang Dynasty and bring disaster to the world! Today, I, Wen Zhong, have come here under the order of the emperor to capture you."

"If you know what's best for you, you should put down your weapons immediately, follow me back to Chaoge, and apologize to the king!"

Yuan Futong stood at the front of the camp. When he heard Wen Zhong's words, a mocking arc appeared on his lips and he replied:

"Oh! This marquis respects you as a person, and I call you Grand Master Wen. If we surrender and follow the Grand Master back to Chaoge, will we still be able to come back alive?"

"Don't waste any more time talking nonsense. If you want to fight, then let's fight. The men under my command can't wait any longer!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers behind Yuan Futong let out a deafening shout, and their voices echoed on the battlefield like rolling thunder.

They held weapons in their hands, with fanaticism and excitement in their eyes, as if they couldn't wait to join in the fierce battle.

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhong frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Yuan Futong, why are you so stubborn? If you are willing to submit to the Shang Dynasty, the king will certainly show leniency and give you a chance to reform."

Yuan Futong sneered and waved his hand, interrupting Wen Zhong's words:

"Master Wen, since I, Yuan Futong, have already raised an army, I have already made preparations for a decisive battle with the Shang Dynasty."

Seeing this, Wen Zhong knew that he could no longer convince Yuan Futong and could only prepare for battle.

At this time, Luo Shu came from behind riding a white tiger and said to Wen Zhong:

"Don't worry, Junior Brother. Let me go over and have a brief chat with you!"

"Yes, senior brother!" Wen Zhong immediately replied respectfully.

Luo Shu nodded and rode the white tiger to the front of the two armies.

When Yuan Futong looked at Luo Shu, he knew that this person was the one who killed Mr. Pharmacist. A trace of fear flashed across his eyes, but his expression remained normal.

Luo Shu jumped lightly from the white tiger, tapped the ground with his toes, and then floated up like a feather.

He circulated his spiritual power, and a faint white light emanated from his body. He stood in the air, like an immortal who had descended to the mortal world.

Luo Shu's eyes were like torches as he scanned the soldiers behind Yuan Futong. His voice was loud and majestic:

"Warriors of the North Sea, I am Luo Shu, the Grand Master of the Shang Dynasty. I have come here today to meet with you all!"

Luo Shu's voice echoed on the battlefield, and every word hit the soldiers' hearts like a hammer. He continued:

"I know that you are rebelling not for power or personal gain, but to solve the problem of food and clothing, to find a glimmer of hope in this barren land."

When the soldiers heard this, they all raised their heads and looked at the imperial teacher with extraordinary bearing.

There was surprise and confusion in their eyes, but also a warmth of being understood.

Luo Shu's words seemed to touch the pain deep in their hearts, making them feel respected and understood.

Luo Shu stood in the air, his eyes deep and firm. His voice flowed like a spring on the battlefield, calming every restless heart. He continued:

"However, war is not the best way to solve the problem. It will only bring endless pain and sacrifice, and cause more people to lose their homes and loved ones."

He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink into everyone's mind.

Then his voice became softer and more hopeful:

"We cultivators should be compassionate and considerate of the people of the world. Now, many high-yield crops have been discovered in Dashang. If they are planted, not only can the people be fed, but there will also be surplus!"

As Luo Shu finished speaking, whispers broke out among the soldiers, as if they were exchanging hopes and doubts with each other.

They looked at Luo Shu, their eyes flashing with desire and curiosity.

Luo Shu smiled slightly and continued:

"Not only that, Da Shang is now in a prosperous era, and many inventions that benefit the people have been introduced one after another."

"From improving agricultural tools to increasing production efficiency, from enriching cultural life to improving medical standards, these inventions can satisfy the people both spiritually and materially."

"If you are willing to lay down your weapons and submit to the Great Shang, I promise you in the name of the Great Shang State Master that I will never pursue your past responsibilities, and I will also provide you with everything you need so that you can live and work in peace on this land."

As Luo Shu's words fell, the entire battlefield seemed to be immersed in peace and hope.

The originally tense atmosphere gradually relaxed, and the soldiers who were on the verge of a fight began to let down their guard. They whispered to each other and discussed in low voices the bright prospects described by Luo Shu.

A burly general in the crowd was the first to break the silence. He widened his eyes and said excitedly:

"Brothers, did you hear that? Da Shang has high-yield crops and so many inventions that benefit the people. This is exactly the life we have always dreamed of!"

His voice was full of longing and expectation, as if he had seen the light of the future.

"Yeah yeah!"

The soldiers around echoed one after another, their eyes flashing with unprecedented expectations and light.

They imagined the bountiful harvest after growing high-yield crops and the convenient life after using those inventions that benefit the people, and their hearts were filled with desire and yearning for the future.

Yuan Futong was furious when he saw the unrest and demoralization among his troops. He shouted:

"My fellow soldiers, do not listen to this villain's nonsense! The Shang Dynasty is corrupt and its king is incompetent. We are rebelling for the sake of the people of the world, so that they can live a peaceful life!"

"My sons, follow me and kill!"

In order to prevent Luo Shu from misleading people again, Yuan Futong raised his sword high and ordered his soldiers to charge towards Wen Zhong's army.

However, he underestimated the soldiers' yearning for the scene described in Luoshu, and the rebels did not react at all.

Luo Shu felt relieved when he saw this. He knew that his words had worked and these soldiers had begun to waver.

He took a deep breath and continued in a firm and hopeful tone:

"Comrades, lay down your weapons! Submit to the Shang Dynasty and let us work together to create a better future for the people of this land!"

As Luo Shu finished speaking, the atmosphere on the battlefield became more peaceful and harmonious.

The soldiers put down their weapons one after another, and long-lost smiles appeared on their faces.

Yuan Futong looked at the scene in front of him and didn't expect that he would be defeated without even moving a single soldier.