Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

"Did you hear that? Zheng Qian wants to establish a new country where everyone is equal, has land to cultivate, food to eat, and clothes to wear."

"You're just daydreaming in broad daylight. Even if Zheng Qian becomes emperor, he won't allocate any land to us."

"Hey, what do I care who becomes emperor? Officials have two mouths, so whatever they say is right."

On the streets, rumors of equality for all and the redistribution of land were everywhere. In Wuyan Kingdom, all the land was in the hands of officials and business tycoons; farmers could only rent land to cultivate, and after paying taxes each year, they had at most enough to eat for half a year. For the remaining half year, they had to rely on wild vegetables to stave off hunger.

The people of Wuyan had long lost faith in the imperial court. The fact that princes vying for the throne had led to the formation of a rebellion, the massacre of civilians to expand their power, demonstrates just how outrageous their corrupt rule was.

The people of Wuyan are, in their eyes, mere pawns to be killed and trampled upon at will.

In the Hall of Imperial Audience, Lü Jun sat atop his dragon-riding horse, his eyes gleaming with venom as he surveyed the civil and military officials below, especially the Grand Marshal Zhang Zhi.

Zhang Zhi patted his chest and guaranteed that he could deal with the Xuanhu Army and the Fenghuo Army. However, the Xuanhu Army scattered the Red Turban Army, and the 10,000 troops he sent out disappeared, which made him very unhappy.

"Do you know that my Wuyan Kingdom is already in turmoil, the people are suffering, and there is widespread resentment?" Lü Jun's voice echoed in the court hall, as powerful as thunder.

All the civil and military officials bowed their heads in silence. In recent years, the taxes in Wuyan Kingdom had become increasingly heavy, land consolidation was rampant, and the peasants were living in dire straits. However, these officials were only concerned with vying for power and wealth, turning a blind eye to the suffering of the people.

"I have summoned you all today to discuss how to change this situation," Lü Jun said coldly, his eyes even more ruthless.

"Zheng Qian's 50,000 Xuanhu Army soldiers are eyeing the city covetously, yet you revel every night. Are you waiting for Zheng Qian to come and divide your land?"

The officials remained silent, standing there obsequiously, though they all understood what Lü Jun meant.

Even if the Xuanhu Army is wiped out, they can still live a life of revelry every night and protect their property; Lü Jun will not divide the land.

Standing up abruptly, Lü Jun's voice was as cold and piercing as a winter wind, "The coronation ceremony will continue. Marshal Zhang is responsible for eliminating the Xuanhu Army and capturing Zheng Qian alive."

"Your Majesty is wise." All the civil and military officials knelt down in unison, praising Lü Jun's wise actions.

Lu Jun continued with his coronation ceremony, and the officials remained solely focused on pleasing him. The people of the city were filled with fear and anxiety about the arrival of the Xuanhu Army; they only wanted to survive, not war, and not death.

Zhang Zhi was confident that the Xuanhu Army would not attack the city, but Lü Jun had spoken, so he had no choice but to put on his gleaming armor and go to inspect the south gate.

In fact, Zhang Zhi had his own plan, but Lü Jun ordered him to come out to defend, so he had no choice but to leave the court and prepare for battle.

Zhang Zhi's guess was correct; the Xuanhu Army was currently setting up camp and had no intention of attacking.

"How long until the catapults arrive?" Zheng Qian stared at the tall city walls, calculating the siege plan in his mind.

"We've reached Luoyangpo, which is twenty miles away. It's estimated to be another two hours." Feng Ziguo also looked at the city wall, flames of hatred burning in his eyes.

Catapults were difficult to transport. The 10,000 surrendered Red Turban soldiers took turns transporting them, and their speed was very slow. Large machines couldn't be moved quickly even if they wanted to.

"How long until the Beacon Fire Army arrives at Yan City?"

"The local troops are putting up a fierce resistance, making it difficult for them to move an inch. Even without the local troops' resistance, it would take the entire army three days to march at full speed."

Zheng Qian fell silent; the news from the Shadow Guards was extremely unfavorable to them.

The beacon fire army not only had to attack cities along the way, but was also besieged by local armies from all over the country, making their journey extremely difficult.

Not only is the Beacon Fire Army facing difficulties, but the Black Tiger Army will also be caught in an encirclement battle.

Zhang Zhi has already mobilized 100,000 troops from the border region to rush to Yancheng at full speed. With the addition of 150,000 local troops, these troops will arrive in Yancheng in five days at the latest.

The Hongfu army, numbering 30,000, has already reached a distance of 80 miles and will arrive in a day.

Time is running out for the Xuanhu Army.

"Wang Yue and Li Ying, listen to my command."

"arrive."

"Each of you will lead 10,000 men to ambush the Hongfu army 80 miles away and scatter them. Wang Yue will be in charge of this operation. You must complete the mission."

"Yes."

"Zhang Yi, listen to my command."

"arrive."

"You lead three thousand men and transport a catapult here within one hour."

"Yes."

Zhao Long and Ma Teng looked at Zheng Qian expectantly, but their mission never came.

"Commander, what about us?" Zhao Long couldn't help but ask. They had all gone to collect merits, and he couldn't be left out.

"You?" Zheng Qian smiled slightly. "The entire army is on high alert, ready to meet Zhang Zhi's Breaking Mountain Dragon Cavalry at any time."

"Yes." Both of them were very excited. Breaking through Yue Longqi was a challenge, while Hongfu Army was just a bunch of ragtag troops, which was not difficult at all, let alone transporting catapults.

"Feng Ziguo, contact Lü Jun and have him leave the city to join me."

"Wu Yuxiao, contact Qin Yong and tell him to come find me too. I have a task for him."

"Yes."

Zheng Qian has decided to attack the city. If Zhang Zhi's entire army arrives, they will have 350,000 troops. At that point, let alone attacking the city, it's questionable whether the Xuanhu Army can even escape the encirclement.

As for the Beacon Fire Army, the fighting in Yan City continues, and they cannot break through the blockade because Zhang Zhi will not allow them to rejoin the Xuanhu Army.

In fact, Zheng Qian's idea was very simple: he wanted to leave the military merit of capturing Yan City to Zheng Le, but Zhang Zhi did not give him this opportunity.

Zhang Zhi has already laid a trap; he only needs to wait for the right moment to achieve victory.

The Grand Marshal of the State was still reluctant to bring out his Broken Mountain Dragon Cavalry to fight against the Xuanhu Army. Otherwise, he would have given the Xuanhu Army a head-on blow the moment they arrived at Yan City, instead of waiting until now.

Half an hour later, Lü Jun and Qin Yong arrived at Zheng Qian's tent one after the other. Unexpectedly, Zheng Qian separated the two and talked to them alone.

"I knew I hadn't misjudged you. Commander Zheng, you are the man to accomplish great things, and you are my lucky general." Lu Jun sat in the tiger-skin chair that originally belonged to Zheng Qian, his eyes full of admiration and encouragement.

Zheng Qian didn't waste time arguing with Lü Jun and went straight to the point: "I'm going to attack the city tonight, so your men need to be prepared."

Frowning, Lü Jun was genuinely surprised by Zheng Qian's confidence and asked, "Your Xuanhu Army is launching a general offensive? But you can't even take Yan City. Heavy cavalry is simply not suitable for sieges."

"You don't need to worry about that. The general offensive will officially begin at 2 a.m. tonight. After the war is over, you can come out and appease the civil and military officials. You don't need to worry about anything else."

Lu Jin's eyes showed worry. He felt Zheng Qian was daydreaming. "No, the siege must be carried out steadily and surely. You..."

“I’m informing you, not discussing it with you,” Zheng Qian interrupted Lü Jin, and continued, “I will help you kill Lü Jun. After you become emperor, you must implement the policy of equality for all and distribute land to the people, and be a qualified emperor. As for the siege, you don’t need to worry about it; I will take care of it.”

"But……"

"No buts. You just need to protect yourself and wait to become emperor. Leave everything else to me." Zheng Qian was very assertive. He didn't mention any plans, only telling Lü Jin to wait.

His role was to step forward and let the civil and military officials see that he was still alive, that the legitimate successor of Wuyan Kingdom was still the descendant of the Lü family, and that a man from the Lü family was still the emperor.

For the civil and military officials, it didn't matter who became emperor. If Lü Jun won, they would follow Lü Jun; if Lü Jin won, they would follow Lü Jin. In any case, their work would remain unchanged. They would eat, play, and drink as usual, and it wouldn't affect their continued comfortable lives.

“Okay.” Lu Jin agreed with Zheng Qian’s statement. Zheng Qian had done many miraculous things these past few days, and he chose to believe in Zheng Qian.

Currently, the only armies under his command are Zheng Qian's Xuanhu Army and Zheng Le's Fenghuo Army, both of whom are members of the Zheng family. He has no choice but to trust them, since he needs the Zheng family father and son to become emperor.

"After I become emperor, I will appoint you as the Grand Marshal of the Nation."

Lu Jin's eyes were sincere, but Zheng Qian didn't care at all. "I don't want anything. I just want to treat the Zheng family and the people of Wuyan well after I become emperor."

With a hand on her forehead, Lü Jin was still speechless at Zheng Qian.

Brother, if you hand me the throne but ask for nothing in return, I'll feel bad.

Zheng Qian had promised Consort Mei that he would not get involved in royal disputes, so he would not want these rights.

He has his own dream: to travel the world with a sword.