Emperor Jingping was obviously very satisfied with Xiao Fangzhi's reaction. After all, such good opportunities are really hard to come by.

When Touman Khan died, the grassland would definitely fall into civil strife. As long as a team of elite troops attacked Huanglong, they would definitely be able to achieve their achievements in one battle.

The only variable is that the battle of Chen State will begin at some time, and with the current military strength of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it will definitely be unsustainable.

If it cannot be determined in one battle, the troops on the northern front will be trapped in the grassland, and there will be a chance of variables.

A hint of hesitation flashed across Emperor Jingping's face. Under the temptation of the entire grassland, even he was a little undecided.

"Also, Touman's youngest son Maodun has arrived in Kyoto today and will enter the palace to meet him tomorrow."

Before the Xiao family's father and son could digest the amazing news, Emperor Jingping once again threw out an even more explosive message.

Xiao Zicheng's face suddenly showed a deep thought when he heard this. In his opinion, the war between next year and Chen State was the top priority.

Although there are many benefits to taking the grassland, the most significant thing is the sharp reduction in the pressure on the war horses.

But even if the Touman tribe was wiped out, the grassland tribes might not be able to obey the orders of the Great Zhou.

By that time, the grassland became a cemetery that consumed the military power of the Great Zhou. As time went by, the Great Zhou would only be consumed by it and became weaker.

Pessimistically, if the battle with Chen State fails again, the Great Zhou will be completely trapped in the stance of being attacked from all sides.

Perhaps seeing that Xiao Zicheng's expression was a little solemn, Emperor Jingping coughed and asked:

"Xiao Zicheng, what do you think about this?"

"I think now is not the time for soldiers to swallow the grassland."

Xiao Zicheng directly expressed his worries. Although Emperor Jingping had always thought about it before moving, whether he could keep his true heart before facing the temptation of expanding territory is ultimately a question mark.

Furthermore, if Emperor Jingping had no intention, Xingye would not have summoned him and his son to the palace.

"I think you will support the movement of troops on the grassland."

Emperor Jingping was obviously quite surprised.

Xiao Zicheng noticed the regret in Emperor Jingping's eyes, but he knew that he must explain the power to the emperor at the moment:

"I have a plan. If it is operated properly, it may allow the grassland to contribute to my Great Zhou in the war next year."

Speaking of this, Xiao Zicheng paused, and after thinking for a while, he said certainly:

"The worst thing can also make the grassland fall into civil strife. We will not have some thoughts we don't want to see when we fight Chen next year."

"Do you want to secretly support Maodun?"

Emperor Jingping obviously heard something.

“That’s right.”

Xiao Zicheng nodded and said without any concealment:

"Although this matter is a bit ironic, I want to secretly support the enemy's son.

However, I believe that a scattered grassland is beneficial to the current Great Zhou Dynasty.

As far as I know, Touman has two adult sons, and the youngest son Maodun has always been ambitious. This time, Touman died suddenly, and Maodun’s arrival in Kyoto is the best evidence.

Although Touman was dead, his troops were still there. If his eldest son, Tuo, inherited the position of Khan, what His Majesty would face would still be a unified grassland.

Since Maodun has such ambition, it is better to pull him off, called Touman Khan's old subordinates, killing each other in order to support the princes who are loyal to each other."

"Is it a plan for two tigers to compete for food?"

Emperor Jingping pondered for a moment when he heard this, frowned and asked:

"How do you want to support Maodun?"

"Arms, food and grass." Xiao Zicheng said firmly, "A large number of weapons and food and grass!"

Emperor Jingping frowned when he heard this and looked at Xiao Zicheng suspiciously.

Seeing this, Xiao Zicheng naturally knew that Emperor Jingping's worries were in his heart, and he ran the railway while it was hot:

"Your Majesty, in fact, in terms of equipment alone, I can say with great pride that our Great Zhou army has been ahead of the grassland for at least thirty years.

Even if the weapons in General's weapons that had been eaten by dust for ten years were handed over to Maodun as treasures.

After all, compared with Prince Gui, Maodun is difficult to compete with Gui Du, both in terms of followers and soldiers."

Emperor Jingping listened quietly, as if he had grasped something from Xiao Zicheng's words.

“Eliminated arms.”

Emperor Jingping tapped the table with his finger, looked at Xiao Zicheng deeply, and said lightly:

"Continue talking."

Seeing this scene, Xiao Zicheng's confidence suddenly increased:

"Your Majesty thinks carefully. As Prince Touman, Maodun would not come to my Great Zhou for help if he had not been absolutely necessary.

He is now like a red-eyed gambler, with all his wealth and life pressed on it.

We can use his mind to exchange old arms for the best quality war horses, cattle and sheep on the grassland.

I believe that Maodun will not refuse this deal.”

Hearing this, Emperor Jingping was stunned for a moment, holding the teacup and pondering.

After a long time, he asked in a solemn tone:

"Can you guarantee that after Maodun takes the armament from my Great Zhou, he will not turn around and attack my Great Zhou?"

Xiao Zicheng shook his head:

"I can't guarantee it, but I just think that the possibility is very low.

But if I were a cramp, I would never let an ambitious younger brother go beside me.

Even if Maodun was eventually betrayed, his troops were afraid that they could only sigh when facing the strong gates of our Great Zhou City.

Furthermore, our Great Zhou has heavy troops on the northern line, so the single-sided army cannot be shaken by Maodun.

He should also understand that at present, only by obtaining the secret support of my Dazhou can he compete with Qiang for the position of Khan."

“…”

Listening to Xiao Zicheng's clear analysis, Emperor Jingping nodded convincingly:

"Okay! Since that's the case, this matter will be done as you said."

Speaking of this, Emperor Jingping lowered his voice:

"Mao Dun came to Kyoto this time, and I'm afraid there were many eyes staring at him.

Now that the national war is approaching, I feel it is impossible to summon him... In other words, this matter can only be handled secretly by you, do you understand?"

Xiao Zicheng understood in an instant and replied respectfully:

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty."

I have to say that Emperor Jingping accepted his advice, and Xiao Zicheng felt relieved.

After all, although the grassland is good, it is a highly toxic cake. If you swallow it seriously, you will only suffer.

Now that the national war is in progress, the Great Zhou really doesn’t have enough energy to take care of the affairs on the grassland.

At present, in terms of the situation of Da Zhou, he can only fight with one blow and punch one punch so as not to come a hundred punches.

As for Maodun, Xiao Zicheng was instructed by Emperor Jingping, and the ash-eating arms in the warehouse of the military weapon could fully meet Maodun's needs.

This matter must be carried out in secret, otherwise once the court officials find out, there will be another dispute.

After coming out of the warmer pavilion, Xiao Fangzhi glanced at his son with some relief:

"You little brat, you have to do what your Majesty has told you with your heart.
Chapter completed!