Chapter 1062: then translation of title

Chen Wuji last heard someone who called himself a rustic villager, and that person was Zhuge Liang.

Chu Xiu, is the second.

He suddenly became very curious, wondering what kind of surprise Chu Xiu could bring him.

"In that case, you agreed so readily because I am a rebel?" Chen Wuji laughed heartily, asking deliberately.

Chu Xiu furrowed his brows, "Marquis, I really don't know how to answer that right now. When the Marquis first started, he probably never thought of rebelling; it was just the circumstances that forced him onto this path."

Chen Wuji glanced at Xu Zengyi.

At first, he really hadn't thought of rebelling, but people kept whispering in his ear, and as they talked, he truly ended up on this path.

"Have some food, especially this soup, Mr. Chu, you should drink more—chicken leg mushroom stew, extremely fresh!" Chen Wuji warmly greeted, putting the principle of treating the worthy with humility into practice at the table.

Zhao Chen watched this scene, silently raising his head to gaze at the sky.

This scene really looks familiar.

In the few days since he arrived, he also enjoyed this treatment.

Guo Shuhan chuckled lightly, picking up a chicken leg for Chu Xiu, "Mr. Chu, try this mountain game, cooked with the lord's Secret Technique—crispy outside, tender inside, extremely delicious."

"Thank you!"

As Guo Shuhan's chopsticks moved, others quickly followed, and in an instant Chu Xiu's plate was piled high like a small mountain.

Chu Xiu was kept busy by all the thanks, thanking this one and that one, so busy he had no time to eat, just watching helplessly as the food before him piled higher and higher.

What they said wasn't wrong; the food was indeed delicious, but just smelling it made the usually light-eating Chu Xiu's throat gulp nervously, yet these people were overly enthusiastic—his chopsticks reached for food several times, only to put them down silently because others were serving him.

Seeing everyone finally settle down, Chu Xiu let out a long sigh of relief.

Finally, he could enjoy the meal.

This meal's fuss almost made him break a sweat.

As a result, just as his chopsticks had finally grabbed the wild chicken leg he had been eyeing for a while, Guo Shuhan suddenly spoke again, "I've heard Mr. Chu is skilled at divination; how do you view the Uyghur versus our army battle? Our forces are divided into three routes, entering from Uyghur Guan Nan Jun, with another western route army currently in Uyghur Yun Shang Jun."

Chu Xiu let out a faint sigh, then silently put down the chicken leg in his hand, his eyes full of reluctance.

Are these people trying to make him eat or not eat?

Their enthusiasm is a bit excessive, and they keep talking so much.

"No talking while eating, no talking while sleeping, everyone!"

Chen Wuji couldn't help laughing at the sight, "Mr. Chu, eat and chat, I don't have so many formalities here—just be casual. No one will despise you for spitting food while talking; at worst they'll just throw a punch."

Chu Xiu's mouth twitched slightly.

But with Chen Wuji's words, he did indeed relax.

Sitting cross-legged, he picked up the chicken leg and took big bites, enjoying two mouthfuls before saying, "The Uyghur state is quite interesting; they are like a dog that self-pities and yet aggrandizes itself. They love to imagine hardship, treating hardship as fodder for the spirit, and in behavior they like to act as two-faced villains, but they are stubbornly proud, considering the Uyghur People the noblest race on earth."

Chu Xiu happily took a sip of wine, "But their biggest flaw is exaggeration; they like to overstate anything, and even a slight bully outside gets blown up to a national crisis, which is why we, Da Yu, have been cursed by the Uyghur People as vicious villains."

"Actually, whether it's Da Yu or the Former Dynasty, they've been very good fathers to the Uyghur!"

"To deal with such arrogance and cluelessness, striking at their weak point can kill them in one blow. The Marquis has a clear grasp of the Uyghur's ailment; advancing on multiple fronts, destroying the Uyghur is only a matter of time, but if we focus on a single point to attack, we could really get dragged into a quagmire by them."

"The Uyghur People harbor deep hatred for our Da Yu; if we attack only one point, their hatred and arrogance combined will generate endless troops for them, which is disadvantageous to our army."

"In my humble opinion, even three routes are insufficient; if the Marquis can lower his baseline a little and take grain from the Uyghur people's hands, we could openly wage war across the entire Uyghur front. Without rules, without a specific route, just as the Marquis initially subdued the Qiang People—not focusing on besieging cities but purely eliminating their fighting strength."

"When encountering a city that puts up stubborn resistance, bypass it and attack other easily assailable targets. If the enemy troops sortie to pursue, we can turn and launch a Revolving Horse Spear attack; if they don't pursue, we simply ignore them and keep moving forward."

"Let those nails keep growing there; leave Scouts to watch them. Once a Scout leaves the city, the Marquis can nearby dispatch troops to encircle and annihilate. If we lack numbers, it's fine—just take a bite and run; if they chase, that's even better, we can lead them to find allies."

Chu Xiu paused here, took a hearty sip of wine, then tore into several mouthfuls of chicken meat, chewed firmly, and continued, "The Uyghur lands are a vast grazing ground; I hear the Marquis commands many Cavalry, so if we abandon the Luggage and Supplies problem, I believe there's nowhere in the Uyghur territories the Marquis cannot go."

"If the Marquis is inclined, he could even ride to their capital, lure the Uyghur forces from various regions to come to their aid, then ambush them halfway. This terrain, with its gentle undulating mountains, offers roads everywhere; the Uyghur army cannot possibly block all routes, so whichever direction, there is a path to the capital."

"The Uyghur army learns the tactical advantages of our Zhongyuan Battle Formation, but they haven't learned our Zhongyuan people's bloody courage; a thousand of us can form an army, a hundred of us can form an army, yet once the Uyghur People are separated from their generals, I don't want to belittle them too much, but they are essentially no different from a loose sand."

Chu Xiu completely stopped speaking here, and began to focus wholeheartedly on the food before him.

Chen Wuji's one remark to be casual—he is indeed casual now, eating without any image, a few bites of meat, a sip of wine, then a mouthful of mushroom soup sliding down his throat; looking at him, he has great potential to be an eating broadcast host.

Chen Wuji and the others, however, fell into deep thought because of his remarks.

"What does Mr. Xu think of Mr. Chu's view?" Chen Wuji asked.

Xu Zengyi pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Although it's a bit risky, we can give it a try. Charging straight to the capital is too extreme, but making a dash through the southern three counties is feasible!"

"The central army's situation is currently unclear, but the rear troops of the left and right wings have hardly done anything, completely becoming just pacers. As for the Luggage and Supplies, the lord surely won't care about this matter."

Chen Wuji smiled, "In my eyes, the Uyghur People and the Qiang People are equal."

"I second that!" Guo Shuhan said, "The Uyghur People practice half-farming, half-herding; outside the cities, our army should not lack supply grounds."