The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

However, the resistance in the southwest and southeast could never be suppressed.

This time, the sky was broken, and the great country seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

If Da Meng really revived the country, wouldn't he be cursed for eternity?

When people mention him in the future, won't they put him on par with treacherous ministers like Qin Hui?

No, even worse.

After all, Qin Hui did not spare any effort to strangle his own country.

"Master, you worry too much." Mo Congmei nodded slightly.

"Dacheng has already moved the imperial mausoleum to the capital, and at the same time severed the dragon vein of Wei Meng, taking all the emperor's energy for himself.

“The great unification of the world is irresistible.

“This rebellion is nothing more than a minor disturbance.

"As for the gossip of those random people.

Mo Congmei smiled contemptuously.

"You don't have to pay any attention to me, Master."

"How can a sparrow understand the ambition of a magpie?"

"Qian Meng was foolish and immoral, causing chaos under heaven."

"My dear teacher, you have always cared about the well-being of the people of the world and helped unify the world, saving lives from suffering and supporting the country. This is a great achievement.

"Teacher, you have the world in your heart. You don't do anything that will not help because of personal gain, family prejudice, or prejudices between Chinese and foreigners. This is the true love for the world."

"People of the time and mediocre people don't understand. That's because they are short-sighted."

"People in later generations will surely understand the teacher's painstaking efforts."

"A hundred years from now, I will build a temple to worship my teacher, and it will be filled with incense..."

Mo Congmei's consolation successfully made Hong Chengchou feel a little more relaxed.

"call-

"Mo Congmei, I really didn't make a mistake in accepting you as my disciple."

"I am grateful for the love of my teacher." Mo Congmei smiled reservedly.

"The situation in the south." Hong Chengchou continued to ask after a brief silence.

"What do you think?"

After days of intelligence gathering and the oral account of Tu Hai who escaped death, they have already had a general understanding of the plant army in the south.

There were many emerald green plant spirits, their numbers were extremely exaggerated, they moved slowly, and they were good at using muskets and various firearms.

Most importantly, morale is extremely high.

Even though their combat effectiveness was poor in all aspects, they still dared to fight to the death with the Eight Banners of Jianzhou, exchanging their lives for theirs, with each group dying and another group coming up.

It was by relying on this bloody battle that he defeated an army of 100,000.

This was enough to give Hong Chengchou a headache.

No one understood better than him how this great world was acquired by chance.

If they had the power to engage in a war of attrition with the Qin Ting, the Jianzhou cavalry would definitely not be able to withstand such losses.

Therefore, Hong Chengchou must achieve a crushing victory!

Any small victory is equivalent to a loss.

"Use kerosene to disperse the bandits.

"The shamans accompanying the Jianzhou Eight Banners also refined a large number of secret medicines specifically for dealing with bandits."

"On the plains, the Jianzhou cavalry will not be defeated by the bandits."

"But that alone..."

"I'm afraid it's not enough."

"......Mentor." Mo Congmei's eyes flashed.

"Can you trust your disciples?"

"......What idea have you come up with?" Hong Chengchou asked.

"Since Your Majesty has bestowed the imperial flag upon our teacher," Mo Congmei asked in return.

"I think my mentor has an idea in mind."

Hong Chengchou's face, which was already dark blue, was now even darker than the bottom of a pot.

"Borrow the dragon energy of the emperor, set up an altar, set up a magic circle, and guide the destiny of the world.

"One wrong move could harm the harmony of nature, which would be an eternal curse.

"Besides, the leader of the bandits is also a wizard, so he might not be without countermeasures."

"Mentor." Mo Congmei spoke.

"These are just small sacrifices."

“Those who achieve great things don’t pay attention to small details.”

"Hong Chengchou's eyes flickered, and then he repeated Mo Congmei's words, as if trying to convince himself.

"Yes, it's just a small sacrifice."

Hunan.

"This is too difficult to fight."

Ma Bao, who had been invincible in conquering cities all the way, is now scratching his head.

He now has only 20,000 people under his command. Even if he incorporates the Green Camp troops from Hunan, the number of people will not exceed 50,000.

Moreover, troops had to be stationed at various important checkpoints and important towns, leaving even fewer mobile forces at hand.

But the Jing Army on the other side of the Yangtze River has gathered at least 150,000 troops, and they are guarding some strong cities.

Coupled with the natural barrier of the Yangtze River, he really couldn't take it.

Those plant armies are only responsible for providing food and farming behind him. If a real war breaks out, Ma Bao will not be able to command this group of guys.

"Looks like I have to report to the Heavenly King."

Unable to beat him, Ma Bao started to think about asking for help.

If Shu Yichao could take action, at least hundreds of thousands of grass-roots soldiers would rush forward, and there would be no city that could not be conquered.

Just as he was wondering whether to write a letter asking for help, the general under his command ran in with a panic-stricken look on his face.

"Report!"

"General!"

"No, this is bad!"

"Outside, outside..."

"Outside? Could it be that Hong Chengchou has arrived?" Ma Bao asked.

There's no sense of confidentiality these days.

No matter whether they were traveling merchants or soldiers in the military camp, basically after a few bowls of wine and a few compliments, they would be able to tell what they knew like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.

What's more, the explosive news that Hong Chengchou led the Eight Banners and Green Camp armies south had already spread like wildfire across the Yangtze River.

"Humph."

"I've been wanting to fight him for a long time."

"I want to see what more this old zombie can do!"

Ma Bao believed that the reason why the Dashi Army was defeated by Hong Chengchou last time was purely because of the inside evidence of Li Changsheng and Sun Kewang, and he has always been dissatisfied with it.

If it weren't for your idiot teammates holding you back, would you have won so easily?

But this time, it's different.

I have broken free from all shackles.

come.

Let’s have another real fight.

See who wins and who loses!

However, the soldier's answer was beyond Ma Bao's expectations.

"General, no, it's, it's..."

"It's His Majesty the Heavenly King's humble soldier!"

“They’re in big trouble!”

"What?"

On the open space, a large group of pea shooters were twisted and lying sickly.

Their originally emerald green leaves were now covered with white and light yellow powdery dots, which spread to form irregular powdery spots.

Large patches of brown and purple appeared on the stems, and the originally vibrant body became wrinkled and shriveled, as if it had lost a lot of water.

"This, this is..."

"plague!?"

Ma Bao screamed in horror.

“Why is this happening!”

"Have you asked the doctor to come and see?"

It shouldn't be.

He had never seen these monsters sick before.

Even if it's due to acclimatization, such a situation wouldn't have happened.

"Please." The general looked worried.

"But our doctors are here to treat people."

“I’ve never seen anything like this.”

"What about experienced farmers, gardeners, and veterinarians? They should know this."

"Still inviting you." The general replied.

"Then send people to look for him everywhere!" Ma Bao said anxiously.

"Also, quarantine quickly."

"Don't let the plague spread!"

These grass-roots soldiers are their bread and butter, nothing must happen to them!

But as the saying goes, blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone.

The situation here at Ma Bao hasn't been resolved yet, and more bad news has come.

From towns to farms to remote mountains and forests, everywhere was filled with dying, rotting and smelly diseased grass soldiers.

Corpses were seen everywhere in Hunan, attracting large numbers of mosquitoes that buzzed around them.

The endless green grass of the past has now turned into a crimson field of death, like a crop field that has just been ravaged by hail.

Moreover, some soldiers and farmers who frequently came into contact with the plant army also seemed to have been infected by this strange plague, and strange markings began to appear on their bodies.

"Damn it!"

"What's going on?!"

"Why did this pandemic happen at this very moment?"

Ma Bao was extremely crazy.