Chapter 110: The Forerunner for the King

When the city gate was broken, Xuancheng was already declared finished. Su Fan led the five hundred elites behind him, driving straight in. With a cone-shaped formation, they attacked into Xuancheng, and the enemy army had no momentum to resist.

It was broken so simply.

When Ling Zhan led the large army into the city, the defending soldiers of Xuancheng all surrendered honestly. Those who did not surrender fled in part.

Regarding this, Su Fan and the others did not pursue them.

Instead, they chose to take down Xuancheng.

This city was taken down, and Xuancheng Commandery was also considered to have fallen into their hands, belonging to the territory of Wu Jun. Su Fan's territory expanded again.

Now there were five commanderies, and the people under his rule were as many as two or three million.

Population is a dividend.

The original Governor's Mansion had now become the temporary residence of Su Fan and the others.

Night was approaching, and finally, Ling Zhan and the others finished the finishing work. The civil officials accompanying the army also quickly incorporated this city of Xuancheng into their basic board, and all the main positions were obtained.

As for the rest, they were temporarily left to the original local powerful clans to take charge. If it was feasible, they would continue; if not, they would be dismissed directly.

This set of work processes had already been implemented in Wu Jun before, and there was certain experience.

"Governor."

Ling Zhan led a group of people and carried Du Fuwei into the mansion.

At this moment, Du Fuwei was still hanging by a breath. Although his internal organs were broken, cultivating True Qi martial arts, True Qi could slowly repair the internal organs. If he was given time to recover slowly, he could still live.

This is one of the benefits of True Qi.

"Sit down, everyone! How is it?"

Everyone did not pay attention to Du Fuwei. In everyone's eyes, Du Fuwei was just a defeated prisoner and was not worth their extra effort.

"Governor, Xuancheng has been taken down. Among them, the fifty thousand soldiers in the city have all become prisoners, grain is thirty thousand shi, gold is three thousand jin, money is three hundred thousand guan, and other calligraphy, paintings, and jade are still being calculated, but it is estimated that there are still thirty to fifty thousand guan."

"Of course, the fertile land belonging to the Xuancheng Governor's Mansion is one hundred and fifty thousand mu."

At the end, Ling Zhan also specifically looked at Du Fuwei.

The Xuancheng Governor's Mansion could have one hundred and fifty thousand mu of fertile land—perhaps it was still the "merit" of Du Fuwei. Du Fuwei was, after all, a leader of one side and naturally knew the importance of grain.

Where does grain come from? Naturally, from the fields.

Most of the fertile land in various places was almost all in the hands of local powerful clans. Eighty percent of the land in the world was in the hands of these people.

Du Fuwei was a peasant rebel army. Although he would not beat local tyrants and divide the fields, he still did the former relatively well.

At least in terms of beating local tyrants, most rebel armies would do it.

"One hundred and fifty thousand mu, not bad."

Su Fan did not care about the previous numbers. Tens of thousands of prisoners, tens of thousands of shi of grain, hundreds of thousands of guan of money—in fact, they did not count for much.

Grain and money, he almost did not lack. The development of Wu Jun over these few years had made the yield per mu no worse than the yield of the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

In one year, the Governor's Mansion could obtain hundreds of thousands of shi of grain. Coupled with Yuhang Commandery, Su Fan could have millions of shi of grain in one year.

Although the consumption in the army was very high, these grains were also

What he values is fertile land.

Because Wu Jun was originally underdeveloped, he was able to develop a great deal of wasteland; however, Xuancheng and Liyang had long been developed, so there was not much wasteland left to reclaim.

Most of the land was in the hands of the local clans.

It was impossible for him to simply seize it by force; although he did not fear these people, he also feared the trouble, and if he truly intended to contend for the world, he could not follow the method of the later Great Ancestor of "striking down local tyrants and dividing the fields."

The national conditions are different; one cannot simply copy it.

The Xuancheng Prefectural Office has 150,000 mu of fertile land, and in the next few days, it might be possible to "amicably" squeeze out several tens of thousands of mu more.

Added together, that makes 200,000 mu, and this is just for the city of Xuancheng; Xuancheng Commandery has seven counties, so in total, there are likely 400,000 to 500,000 mu of fertile land.

It cannot compare to Wu Jun, but it is not bad.

It will be possible to take in several tens of thousands more refugees.

Su Fan smiled and nodded.

"You are the Prefect of Wu Jun, Yuwen Chengdu's son, Yuwen Chengji?"

Just as Su Fan and Ling Zhan and the others were discussing how to quickly restore order in Xuancheng, Du Fuwei, who was sprawled on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking at Su Fan, he asked with difficulty.

"Indeed, it is this official."

Su Fan glanced at the other party casually; he had no intention of subduing this man, and the other party would not easily submit either.

"I do not regret my defeat."

Upon hearing this, Du Fuwei slowly closed his eyes; he had already figured out the day's battle in his mind. He had wanted to capture the bandits by capturing their leader first, but how could the other party not have thought the same?

He had not expected that Wu Jun would not only have elite soldiers but also powerful generals, with a full five or six fierce generals of the Innate First-class level.

There was even a Grandmaster hidden within the army.

All is fair in war; he had failed to investigate the full strength of the enemy beforehand, so he could only blame himself for the failure.

Yet in his heart, he could not help but be shocked by the Yuwen Clan; he had not imagined that the Yuwen Clan would possess such power.

An Innate First-class expert was already a powerhouse capable of holding down a region; even among the Eight Gangs and Ten Associations, an Innate First-class expert was either a Sect Leader or a powerful Elder.

Wu Jun alone had five or six Innate First-class experts and one Grandmaster; how much more power did the Yuwen Clan have?

He was well aware that in Danyang Commandery, another large army of the Yuwen Clan was attacking Li Zitong, and he believed that the high-level combat strength there would certainly not be inferior to what he faced here.

Viewed in this light, the strength of the Yuwen Clan alone was no worse than the Yinkui Sect.

This was truly terrifying.

Although the Four Great Clans were the top in the world, those who truly understood knew that the most formidable forces in this world were those sects with thousands of years of heritage.

How long had the Four Great Clans even existed?

Thinking of this, Du Fuwei suddenly felt that he was the clown, having originally thought he could occupy Jianghuai and reign as a king.

As it turned out, the other side had not even exerted their full strength before he had already fallen.

"A forerunner for the king?"

After muttering this, Du Fuwei breathed his last.

"Hmm!"

Sensing Du Fuwei's dissipating aura, Su Fan's eyes flickered, and he shook his head; he felt no great sorrow.

In this world, people died every day; Du Fuwei was nothing special.

"General, what is your current level of strength?"

Just as Su Fan was lost in thought, Kou Zhong slowly approached his side, looking at him with a gaze full of thirst for knowledge, his eyes carrying a faint trace of admiration.

The strength Du Fuwei had displayed during the day had shocked him; he had already broken through to the First-class level, yet even when joining forces with three other First-class experts, he still could not defeat the man, and was instead suppressed by him.

And the Prefect had nearly killed the former with just a single move.

"My strength? You will know when you enter the Blood Qi Forming Gang realm."