Chapter 1106

The noisy tavern suddenly turned into a lecture hall for these few people, their voices, soaked in alcohol, quickly drowned out the other sounds, becoming the tavern's mainstream and drawing meaningless stares from other patrons.

"Hey, you brat, whose lackey are you going to be?"

A rough voice suddenly rang out from upstairs.

The scholar who had previously declared he would die for Chen Wuji as a true friend turned around, fumbled in a circle, drew his personal sword from under the chair, staggered to the center of the hall, tilted his head back, and shouted: "Who the hell are you?"

"My surname is Song, you can call me Grandpa Song!" The burly man rested his hands on the railing, the corner of his mouth twitching into a feral grin, "Damn it, it serves me right to get lucky, entering the city to unwind with a few drinks, and I actually stumbled upon rebels—men, seize him!"

Hearing this, the scholar's face turned pale with shock, he drew his sword and roared: "Fellow brothers, this guy is a rebel thug, making a fuss! Run!"

The other's words sobered him up from the alcohol, his mind cleared to an impossible degree, even cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Bullshit, kill these rebel thugs, we're defecting to Lord Chen!" A burly scholar leapt up, grabbed the door panel propped in the corner, swung it up, and rushed upstairs.

The sword-wielding scholar glanced over, his eyes instantly burning with frenzy and ferocity.

"Insult the Han envoy, though far, must be punished! Dog thief, offer your life!" The scholar bellowed, closely following as he charged upward.

……

When the world boiled over because of his envoy and discussions ran rampant, Chen Wuji was also reviewing the memorials and intelligence sent from Shangfang Commandery; these past few days, news had poured in like a gushing well.

So much, so chaotic, the content was also explosive!

Chen Wuji summarized the content from the memorials and intelligence, then compiled statistics.

Jia Yujing and his disciples killed the Prefect, Commander, and County Magistrate, totaling nine people.

Our side lost one person, killed by Lü Fan, the Prefect of Hongyan Prefecture.

Chen Wuji had already recorded this account alone on a slip.

Since the slogan has been shouted, it must be fulfilled, otherwise it will become empty talk, and in the future it will inevitably lose its due deterrent power.

In short, Lü Fan must die!

Besides casualty figures, Jia Yujing and his disciples also successfully swayed two prefectures over, and have already begun directing the troops of these two prefectures to expand outward.

Coincidentally, one of the swayed prefectures is Pukou Prefecture, which lies right next to Pingding Prefecture.

The disciple who swayed Pukou Prefecture is Jia Yujing's second disciple, Guo Zheng; in the memorial he stated that Pingding Prefecture would soon be retaken, with little difficulty, and they have already roughly agreed on the outcome, only differing on military authority, which they are currently resolving.

In Chen Wuji's view, this trouble is already as good as certain.

No matter how the commanders of Pukou and Pingding prefectures contend for military authority, this decision actually lies in his hands now, entirely depending on how Guo Zheng and the others strategize.

Since they have already chosen surrender, the commanders of Pukou and Pingding prefectures should understand this point internally.

With the troops of Pukou and Pingding prefectures, the distance to Xu Zengyi's planned assault on Jianshui City seems to have narrowed another step, and this is less than a month.

Chen Wuji previously had some doubts about these matters, but now they have largely succeeded.

These events in Shangfang Commandery prove one thing: a true scholar can truly command tens of thousands of troops.

Frankly, these messages have truly refreshed Chen Wuji.

It made Chen Wuji want to personally go to Shangfang Commandery to take a look.

This refreshment differs from the direct thrill a military commander feels from storming cities and breaking strongholds; it seems to stir the soul, allowing one to instantly perceive the courage to face death fearlessly, the talent to confront cliffs and precipices head-on, and the righteousness of "I, with horizontal saber raised to heaven, laugh, leaving my liver and gall upon the two Kunlun"—a host of temperaments ordinary people lack.

Chen Wuji reopened those memorials, reading those words again carefully.

"My lord, several Assistant Officers jointly request an audience!"

"Let them come in!"

Chen Wuji buried his head in reading the memorials, recalling how Jia Yujing and others had acted in Shangfang Commandery, the more he looked, the more he admired.

He is the lord, not an omnipotent person; when admiration is due, it should be given.

A person's life lives within others' lives; Jia Yujing, through this single act, is enough to live on in historical records and countless lives.

"My lord!"

Chu Xiu and the others walked in.

"Find your own seat, you few came together to see me—has something urgent occurred?" Chen Wuji asked.

Chu Xiu did not sit down, but stepped forward directly, saying: "My lord, we, the Deputy Officers, wish to request permission to go to Jiannan Commandery!"

"You..." Chen Wuji lowered his eyes to the memorial before him, "You few had better not tell me you're stirred up by Jia Yujing? In my mind, you are all deeply versed in strategy—don't come at me with this hot-headedness."

Chu Xiu rubbed his nose.

As soon as he made that gesture, Chen Wuji knew he had guessed correctly.

At this age, when encountering problems, still unconsciously liking to rub one's nose—only Chu Xiu does that.

"Not allowed!" Chen Wuji bluntly refused them, "You've all gone off one by one, leaving me to fend for myself? Gentlemen, people should be a little selfish, but cannot abandon the lord for selfishness. This also doesn't suit you—hurry up and do what you ought to do!"

Chen Wuji's twisted reasoning left Chu Xiu and the others unable to counter.

"My lord, I heard Mr. Xu once single-handedly charged into the enemy camp in Nan Jun and smoothly took over a prefecture. We juniors do not wish to lag behind others, do not wish to……obscurity." Zhao Chen dared not quite look at Chen Wuji, but his words were blunt.

In this world, some seek fame, some seek profit.

For scholars like Chu Xiu, the four characters "leaving a name in green history" possess lethal power, equivalent to a military commander's highest honor of sealing the Wolf's Den and carving Stone Yanran.

"Who says you're obscure?" Chen Wuji lifted his chin, asked in a deep voice, "When people mention me, Chen Wuji, where now could they possibly bypass you? If you have doubts, I order the Spy Camp to compile public opinion on you for you."

"My lord, this……is not the same." Zhao Chen said.

"Where is it not the same?" Chen Wuji countered, "Your name should not be sought on the path of lone warriors storming cities and seizing strongholds—that is not your way; as strategists each with your own strengths, why do you keep thinking of stealing the envoy's glory?"

"My lord, the envoy is not constant."

"Wrong, here it is constant. He serves as envoy, so he devotes himself to envoy duties; this world is vast, far beyond the mountains and rivers we now focus on, the outside world—I also very much wish to see it, this is merely the beginning, do you understand my meaning?"

"..."

"Your name should lie in how, through profound strategy, you leave a name in green history."