Xuanxia

Chapter 970 Burying the Nail

Fu Qingzhou was not just talking, he really let the evil cultivator go.

It's not that he is kind, but he needs someone relatively influential to spread the news that he has killed people in Shu.

Of course the captured soldiers could do it, but they were too slow in delivering messages... These soldiers were all frightened by the previous charge by the heavy cavalry, and most of them were injured. If they were asked to deliver the message, who knows how long it would take them to run.

But a seventh-level ghost cultivator is different. It is estimated that the guy will be able to pass the news to several nearby Xishuo army units within a day or two.

"Okay, everyone."

After letting the ghost cultivator go, Fu Qingzhou jumped off his horse, threw the mourning stick to the ground, and with a green light spreading from his legs, he stomped heavily on it, breaking it into pieces.

He turned to the heavy cavalry and said with a smile, "Pass the order down. Do not harm the civilians, do not touch a single penny or grain of the civilians. Those who violate the order will be executed immediately! But whether it is the military camp or the city lord's mansion, you can take everything you want. But remember, you have to hand over 30% as military funds."

“Hahahaha, yes!”

A group of heavy cavalry responded loudly, then pulled the reins of their horses and dispersed in all directions.

The news soon reached the ears of other soldiers in Zhou Camp, and cheers were heard immediately.

Fu Qingzhou knew that after taking a city, he had to allow his soldiers to plunder appropriately.

Not touching the people's things is the bottom line, but places like the Xishuo Army camp must of course be looted.

He yawned and began to walk in Baishan City.

Although this place is called Shu, it is actually far away from the Shu capital, southern Chongqing, and Langhuan Mountain that Fu Qingzhou is familiar with. Shu is very large, and this place, located in the northwest of Shu, is all mountainous. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is sparsely populated.

So this city is actually not very big, and there are very few people in the city. It is more like a "fortress" than a city, a fortress that stretches across the avenue.

The Northern Frontier Army's military discipline was indeed strict. When Fu Qingzhou passed the order down, the soldiers of the Zhou Camp immediately began to "plunder", but although it was called plunder, it was actually quite orderly and not chaotic at all.

Even the people responsible for the looting were not themselves, but the civilians...

They captured a large number of Xishuo soldiers, threatened the soldiers and took them to the military camp in the city. Then a group of civilians poured in, like dock workers, and moved things quickly and skillfully. All the looted things were put into different categories, including weapons, armor, gold and silver, food, and horses...

"Master Fu."

Lu Chengping rode his horse to find Fu Qingzhou, jumped off his horse beside him, and asked directly: "What about the prisoners?"

Fu Qingzhou at this time...

I am making my own copy.

There was a wonton shop on the street, and there was no one there. The owner must have seen the Zhou Ziying coming and was so scared that he hid away. But the pot of soup was still cooking, and the wrapped wontons were placed aside, just not cooked. There was still some flour in the air, and it was estimated that the person had just run away not long ago.

Fu Qingzhou happened to be hungry, so he simply made some wontons himself.

"Mr. Lu, can I make you a bowl too?"

He smiled and said, "But I don't have any money with me, please leave a few copper coins here."

Lu Chengping smiled helplessly, took out a few copper coins and placed them on the counter of the store, then rolled up his sleeves and came over to help.

"It is definitely not convenient for us to take prisoners."

Fu Qingzhou took a large spoon and scooped the wontons from the pot: "But it would not be appropriate to kill them all."

Lu Chengping wiped the two empty bowls and handed them over, then turned back to get the seasoning. Hearing this, he responded, "In the past, the marshals didn't care about these things. They always killed most of them and left some important figures to negotiate terms with the Northern Barbarians."

"These people are not northern barbarians after all."

Fu Qingzhou began to put wonton into the bowl: "You say they support King Xishuo a lot... I'm afraid not necessarily, some of them were probably forced to join the army."

"Yes." Lu Chengping took the bowl full of wonton: "So what I mean is, confiscate their weapons, then release them, and let them fend for themselves." This time, Fu Qingzhou did not reply, but calmly took the tableware and put the seasonings.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Lu Chengping didn't say anything either.

The two of them sat at the table and started eating wontons with big mouthfuls.

After eating half a bowl of soup, Fu Qingzhou drank a mouthful of soup and then said leisurely: "Mr. Lu, do you think these people will also not obey the Xishuo Army?"

Lu Chengping raised his head and blinked: "Master Fu wants to incite them to rebellion?"

"It can't be considered a rebellion."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "I just heard before that the Xishuo Army would forcibly recruit soldiers in the territory they occupied. Most of the people probably don't want to work for them, right?"

This was told to him by Zhao Hao.

It is said that only the people in the Western Regions, that is, those under the rule of King Xishuo, were relatively willing to join the army because they had been well taken care of by the Xishuo Palace over the years.

But in places like Shu, many people are actually unwilling to join the army, but they have no choice.

"Well... Sir Fu, what do you want to do with them?" Lu Chengping pondered for a moment and asked, "I can help with this matter."

"I just want you to contribute."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "You are a top student in the Sword Academy, so you must be good at talking. You have to do this."

After that, he drank another mouthful of wonton soup, and then slowly said: "Go and try to find out those soldiers who were forcibly conscripted and those who are dissatisfied with the Xishuo Army, and find a way to make them..."

After saying this, Fu Qingzhou considered his words for a while, and finally said: "...let them go and seek refuge with the Xishuo Army in other places."

Lu Chengping's pupils shrank, and then he immediately understood what he meant.

This is to plant a nail in the Xishuo army of other organizations...

But the difficulty of this matter is extremely great.

Even if these Xishuo soldiers were forcibly conscripted, they could not possibly be loyal to the Northern Frontier Army, or even to the Zhouzi Camp, or to Fu Qingzhou. After letting them go, how many of them would be willing to carry out this "lurking" mission? Even if they really "lurked", how could they play a role?

It can be said that this is a completely thankless task.

“Don’t stress too much.”

Fu Qingzhou smiled at him and said, "Just think of this as a casual move. It may not have any effect at all, but if we do it, maybe it will work."

Lu Chengping did not respond to this, but narrowed his eyes: "Master Fu, are you afraid of something?"

"Ah."

Fu Qingzhou nodded and admitted frankly: "I'm afraid I can't win."

Three years ago, at the Xuanmeng Ceremony, he had made all kinds of calculations and maneuvers, but in the end he was still crushed by the extremely terrifying strength of his "lord".

Not long ago, he lost a crucial battle with Tiele in Beiyi.

Of course wisdom is useful, and calculation is certainly useful, but without absolute strength, failure is inevitable at critical moments.

Therefore, Fu Qingzhou will not miss any opportunity to make a move now. Of course, he needs to improve his own strength, but this cannot be achieved overnight. What he can do is not to miss any possible opportunity. Maybe one more straw at the critical moment can crush the enemy.

"understood."

Lu Chengping didn't say anything extra, and nodded vigorously: "Leave it to me."

(End of this chapter)