Chapter 715: Zhai Shiqing's Leadership Strategy

"Has he won another battle?"

"Won again?"

"This kid..."

At this moment, a large-scale force heading south was moving without stopping.

Zhai Shiqing, riding on horseback, had eyes that were bright and spirited.

In this war-torn Central Asia, military reports were flying back and forth like snowflakes, as numerous as goose feathers.

Zou Sheng had won.

Zou Sheng had become famous.

He had taken Hazha, and he had taken all the ports on this side of the Caspian Sea.

Bukhara had begun a counterattack, but he had beaten them back.

He had successfully taken command of the United Army, and the great general of the Khiva Khanate had willingly stepped aside.

He had successfully repelled seven counterattacks from Bukhara.

The naval battles at several ports had been conducted in an orderly fashion.

In short.

Regardless of how the war situation in Central Asia had changed, the young name of Zou Sheng had emerged throughout the entirety of Central Asia. Every battle he commanded had never resulted in a loss; it was a steady string of victories. This was a very difficult thing to achieve.

A faint smile appeared at the corners of Zhai Shiqing's mouth.

"I knew it, he would definitely be able to do it..."

Afterwards, she took a deep breath and looked at the dragging, massive army of over a hundred thousand men in front of her.

These generals, each harboring their own ulterior motives.

These people, arguing and engaging in underhanded schemes all along the way.

The generals of the Putu Dynasty were already sharpening their blades, wanting to seize Mumbai Port, while other generals were also conspiring with each other about what they could plunder from the Mughal Empire to take back.

Vision.

Zhai Shiqing suddenly felt that these so-called generals truly had poor vision.

However.

Zou Sheng had already risen to fame.

And what about herself?

The situation she was facing now was much more complicated than Zou Sheng's.

The Ottoman Empire, boasting a naval force of three hundred thousand, was heading straight for Mumbai Port. Within this Mughal Empire, the Maratha were also eyeing them like tigers.

Could this rabble in front of her hold them off?

"General, General! Those people from the Kokand Khanate, they, they..."

Just at this moment.

A Lieutenant came to report, stuttering with an anxious look on his face.

Zhai Shiqing smiled faintly: "Here to 'borrow grain' again?"

"Yes..."

The people around Zhai Shiqing were all filled with righteous indignation.

It was too much!

These insatiable Barbarians! This was already the fourth time they had come to borrow grain.

"General, we..."

"We can't let them get away with this!"

"General, we must give them a taste of our power!"

Zhai Shiqing, however, smiled faintly: "We have plenty of grain, what does it matter if we lend them some? The Kokand Khanate truly has it hard. Agree to it."

The group could not understand.

But Zhai Shiqing was not wrong; our Longyan army simply had a lot of grain... with the most advanced logistics and material transport system in the world, the grain coming from the Western Regions and Loulan had never been cut off.

They were just resentful of these people's insatiability...

"However, the requirement remains the same: we will deliver it ourselves!"

Zhai Shiqing smiled faintly.

And so.

A group of people pushed the grain carts toward the camp of the Kokand Khanate. At this time, the main force was setting up camp to rest. Seeing these large carts full of grain, the people of the other allied nations had their eyes wide open, and their mouths were practically watering.

"These Longyan people are truly rich!"

"Who's to say they aren't? Look at that beef, that beef!"

"Stop talking, I haven't eaten meat in many days..."

This time.

Zhai Shiqing still maintained the generosity of the previous few times, pushing a large pile of delicious food into the camp of the Kokand Khanate.

"Oh my, General, General is so generous, it makes me deeply grateful, deeply grateful..."

The general of the Kokand Khanate was a big-bearded man, the one with the biggest beard in the entire unit. When he saw this pile of things, his drool could have soaked his entire beard.

Zhai Shiqing chuckled and quickly dodged the saliva flying from the shaking beard, cupping her hands: "General is too kind. We all share one goal, so naturally, we are all one family! If this is not enough, just say the word. We Longyan people never care about such petty gains!"

Once these words were spoken, the whole scene was in an uproar again.

Envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Zhai Shiqing took in the expressions of this group of people and simply waved her hand: "The Longyan supply troops will arrive again tomorrow. Why don't we distribute all the existing beef and mutton to the brother units, and we can all have a good feast, how about that?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place cheered.

Beef and mutton!

They had been fighting here for several months; where would they have ever eaten such things?

In an instant, it felt like the Lunar New Year; the army of over one hundred thousand people became lively. The soldiers of the Six-Nation Allied Forces were all singing and dancing.

"General, this..."

Zhai Shiqing's Lieutenant found it somewhat difficult to understand.

Zhai Shiqing chuckled and said, "Appropriately showing off wealth and distributing riches is a good thing. These people have shallow vision and only want to eat meat, so satisfy them! Otherwise, since we are carrying so many good things along the way, we could easily become the target of their schemes!"

The group of Lieutenants beside him heard this and suddenly realized the truth.

Isn't that the case?

After all, the army Zhai Shiqing brought himself only numbered ten thousand.

And what about them? Over one hundred thousand! By comparison, it would be simply too easy for them to devour Zhai Shiqing's ten thousand men. However, perhaps constrained by the might of the Longyan Dynasty, they dared not, but "borrowing" some grain from you would be no problem at all.

Rather than that, it is better to be generous and let them eat!

This time, I will proactively give it to you to eat!

You wouldn't even be able to refuse, would you?

In an instant, those allied forces, whether generals or soldiers, all began to look upon these Longyan with kind and gentle expressions.

No matter how they bickered, fought, or engaged in secret power struggles among themselves.

These ten thousand Longyan men had all become the "group favorites"!

No one was allowed to harass them! Did they not want to eat meat anymore?

Of course.

This was only Zhai Shiqing's first step.

Giving away large amounts of military rations just so he could be a "group favorite"?

No, no, no.

What she wanted was a mighty lion capable of battle!

How could she condense this rabble into a mighty lion in a short period of time?

Very simple.

Under heavy rewards, there must be brave men.

She had already sent a letter to Loulan.

Among the next shipment of supplies and grain, she wanted over a dozen carts of gold and silver!

No, she wanted several dozen carts!

The more, the better!

Thus, this large army heading south to Mumbai Port marched by day and drank and ate meat by night, living quite happily.

But soon.

A great battle was about to arrive.

When they began to penetrate deep into the territory of the Mughal Empire, those Mughal governors naturally had no complaints.

However, the Maratha would not stand for it.