"It's easy to say, but not that simple to do." Tianhao looked at the content on the animal skin roll that he had read many times, and nodded thoughtfully: "You can try to start with the Crazy Teeth Department first, and the next stage of intelligence collection will focus on this."

Pingjun stood up again, stood in front of Tianhao with his hands hanging down: "As you wish."

"I need a detailed map of the pig race, including villages and urban internal structure diagrams of each branch." At this point, Tianhao sighed and raised the animal skin in his hand: "This thing is really troublesome, thick and heavy, and not convenient at all."

As early as a year ago, Tianhao asked Changfeng to develop paper. In fact, he only had a rough concept of papermaking method, and knew that the basic raw materials were pulp made of various materials mixed. Because the early stage was complicated, Panshizhai had to solve problems such as grain, and the "paper making" project was delayed repeatedly. Now seeing the animal skin roll that recorded information, he couldn't help but think that he had to solve this problem as soon as possible.

Try to try it first! If it really doesn't work, go to the northern base to seek help from the old lady.

Pingjun has never spoken, he knows Tianhao's habits.

"Let's do it for now!" Tianhao put down his animal skin and turned his gaze to Ping Jun. He told lightly: "Ten days should be enough. Send the information back as soon as possible. If everything goes well, it should not be difficult to get the crazy teeth."

Historical experience tells Tianhao: he can only deal with one enemy at a time.

The Pig tribe is the most suitable opponent at this stage. Compared with the tiger tribe and lion tribe that often cost millions, the Pig tribe with a total population of only 500,000 is not strong. Their tribe is strong and barbaric, but unfortunately they are not very smart. The strength advantage can be offset by conspiracy and meticulous plans. More importantly, swallowing such small-scale tribes will not attract attention, nor will it cause hostility from large tribes. The reason is very simple: The Pig tribe is a special existence. In order to survive, they have accepted employment from all tribes. They will help me kill you today and help you kill me tomorrow. This situation has continued for hundreds of years. Although everyone recognizes the mercenary status of the Pig tribe and knows that they can fight well, putting aside various interests, the Pig tribe and all tribes are enemies.

He spoke lightly, as if "crazy teeth" were not a tribe at all, but an object that could be thrown in the wilderness and no matter who could bend down to pick up.

Pingjun couldn't help but tremble for a moment.

The Kuangyashi is an important part of the pig tribe, with a population of more than 60,000. More importantly, the Changsha tribe is young and strong, and has been working hard for many years. The capital Kuangyashi City is tall and strong, and it is definitely not as good as the destroyed Steel Teeth City. Sandyashi's exploitation of the people of the territory is not as fierce as the Iron Teeth. His policies are more gentle, and the opposition from the bottom is very small.

But no matter what, as long as the city lord speaks, he will definitely be very sure.

If it weren't for the wise and wise ruler, how could it be that Panshi Village would be turned into a city in just a few years and defeated the deer and pig tribes one after another?

A constant swelling excitement surged in Pingjun's body.

He knelt down at Tianhao again.

Willingly, without reservation.

Tianhao was very satisfied with Pingjun's attitude. He sat upright on the chair and accepted the other party's kneeling.

This is what the superior should look like. Power and control are not close and gentle without any bottom line. You must maintain a moderate sense of distance. Only in this way can you ensure majesty and create a sufficient sense of mystery in your subordinates' hearts.

When he was about to leave, Pingjun suddenly remembered something: "Sir, the people we arranged for in Fangya City to discover an unexpected situation."

Tianhao smiled and nodded, saying, "Tell me!"

"Last week, Lord Wu of the clan went to Fangya City." Pingjun was very cautious.

"Clan Witch?" Tian Hao was slightly stunned for a moment, then reacted: "Are you referring to Wu Yuan?"

The witch-performing witch is a person who can communicate with gods, and the clan witch is a high-level witch-performing witch. Pingjun dares not call him by his name no matter what. He nodded: "I have confirmed that there is no problem with the source of the information."

The reason why it is not reported as routine information is due to the awe of ordinary people for wizards.

"He is going to see the Pig King?" Tianhao narrowed his eyes.

Pingjun shook his head: "Our people saw the tribe witch enter the national teacher's residence of the Pig tribe. He stayed there for four days and never came out until he left."

National teacher?

Clan witch?

These are two professions with very different titles but are actually exactly the same.

Could it be that they communicate with each other due to professional factors?

This possibility is not ruled out.

But why in this sensitive period?

A young and handsome face appeared in Tianhao's mind, with unconcealed arrogance and elegance, and a cold look.

After thinking for a long time, he said seriously: "Divid some of the power to monitor Wu Yuan. Don't be too close, don't let him discover it, just monitor it at a normal range."

“As you wish.”

...

The territory of the pig tribe, the capital, and the city of Fang.

The thirty-three-year-old Sha Chi inherited the genetic genes from his ancestors. He was tall and strong, and even among the pigs, he was a rare giant. His delicate personality and rough appearance were very different. If he hadn't really come into contact with it, it would be hard to believe that this was actually a complete life form.

When the golden morning light shines into the window, sand teeth can be felt even with their eyes closed. He opened his eyes, and the fresh air mixed with heat brought the noise and hustle and bustle in the distance of the city, hitting his eardrums, driving away sleepiness and reshaping his sobriety.

The bedroom door was pushed open from outside and my mother walked in.

As the queen of the Pig tribe, Shanhua is actually very beautiful (the aesthetics of the Pig tribe): she has a tall figure, her thick belly supports her clothes high, and her hair is very thick... Please note that this is definitely not a derogatory sentence. In fact, her hair is soft and smooth, but not very thin, just like the large sewing thread in the civilized era.

The queen has particularly developed female characteristics, extremely large, and is equivalent to basketball in the civilized era.

She sat sideways on the edge of her son's bed and asked with a smile: "Did you sleep well?"

The fangs of sand teeth are quite special, with three in total, not two like other pigs. This is a sequelae caused by dysplasia in childhood. Two fangs that were parallel to each other grew on the left side of the gum, protruding their lips when they were three years old and then splitting. The abnormal growth caused the lip on the left side of the sand teeth to fail to close, squeezing the facial muscles for a long time, turning upward, and turning into an ugly crooked mouth.

In the noble circle of the pig man, he had an informal nickname of the crooked lips.

"I can't wait to have breakfast." Shachi smiled and stretched. He was always a child in front of his mother.

Not everyone is qualified to stay in the queen's bedroom, even if she has a son, it is not possible. Of course, it is not appropriate to describe this building full of original style as a "king palace". It is a bit inappropriate, a bit weird, and it is easy to make people think a lot.

If the Pig King was not old and sick, Shanhua would not dare to do this no matter what. Her husband was a real cruel man. When he was young, the maid accidentally broke the wine glass while he was having a meal. Her husband ordered the maid's head to be cut off, and all the dead were cut into pieces and placed in the central square of Fang City, allowing the residents in the city to take it away at will.

Now...hum! He is old and has difficulty breathing. He can't get up in bed. Maybe he will kick back to the call of the gods at any time.

Sha Chi is my son. He usually lives in the fiefdom and never sees him a few times a year. He finally came to Liangya City and arranged for him to rest in my bedroom. What if he could do it?

The breakfast was very rich, especially the roasted hens were very fond of sand teeth. He chewed and chewed them in one breath, and the hollow chicken bones soaked in gravy were not spared. The hard teeth of the pig man were easily dealt with. It was very crispy when chewed, which was a good snack.

Queen Shanhua sat opposite the dining table, and she deliberately sent the maid away, with only mother and son in the room.

"When will you bring your troops here?" Her question was very direct, and her tone was also very straightforward, without the slowness and powerlessness of an old woman in her fifties.

Sand teeth retracted and reached out to the grilled lamb chops, and hesitatedly glanced at the queen: "My mother... I thought about it carefully last night. I'm afraid this is not good, right?"

The Pig King has lived for a few days.

This is almost an open secret.

Everyone is fighting for power.

Currently, there are two factions in Fangya City: the Queen's Sect and the Princess Sect.

The Queen's faction is very strong. Shanhua has been attracting contacts from all parties for many years, especially the tribe leaders of each branch. His son Shachi is the most trustworthy and strongest representative among them. The Kuangya Department has more than 60,000 people, and 40,000 troops can be sent under a comprehensive mobilization. If the tribe leaders who usually have good relationships with the queen can form a huge army and have an overwhelming overall advantage.

The foundation of the Princess School lies in Fangya City itself. This is an absolute aristocratic circle. The royal city has a small population, only 30,000, but it is stationed with as many as 2,000 guards of the Pig tribe. It has an extremely noble status and plays a decisive role in the issue of heir to the throne.

Shanhua's plan is simple and direct: the eldest son Shachi will send troops now, and at the same time pass on messages to other branches, asking the unit to siege Liangya City. Anyway, her husband is old and dying and cannot even speak clearly. He has more than a hundred confidants under him. As long as he seizes the opportunity, seals the palace gate, and prevents outsiders from contacting her husband, he can fully control the overall situation.

At that time, I must torture that bitch of the princess and cut her into pieces.

"My grandma, your method won't work." Sandou moved his crooked lips and fell into deep thoughts: "It's too urgent, it will arouse opposition from others."

The old queen scoffed at this: "What does others think have to do with me? I'm so open-minded. As long as there is an army, everyone will obey whatever they say. If they dare to fight against me, they will kill them all, and no one will be left."

"The problem is that my father is still alive." Sha Chi patiently advised: "There is also a great master, and she has never expressed her specific position on which side she is on."

Undetectable hesitation swept across Queen Shanhua's face and was replaced by unconcealed cruel and fierce look: "Then even she killed her. It would be better if she died if she died. Just a national teacher, she would be replaced directly with our people."

"This is absolutely not possible!" Sha Chi's face was full of seriousness. He warned seriously: "My mother, it's okay for us to keep the door and say this. If others hear it, it will be a big trouble."

"What do you think you should do?" The queen was a little upset. She frowned and looked at the sand teeth opposite the dining table, sneering and sarcastic: "Don't forget that you still have four younger brothers under you. Especially the youngest one, who is the most favored by your father. If you drag it down, the crown and the throne must be his. Maybe even your crazy teeth will be taken back. At that time, you will not even have a place to cry."

The strong Sand-Teat glanced at her mother in fear, looking confused.

He hesitated for a long time, but still shook his head slowly, feeling very depressed: "...Mom, I can't do it. Dad... He is my father after all!"

Shachi knew her mother's thoughts very well.

It is very simple to send troops, just one order. With the strength of the Kuangya Department, you can send an army of 20,000 people. However, doing so will completely stand opposite to my father. To put it bluntly, this is a rebellious thing.

Although the northern barbarians are rough-minded, they also understand the word "filial piety". In the cold winter, spring famine, and the green and yellow are not allowed to be killed during famine. It is a last resort. Under normal circumstances, who would have the heart to do this?

The conflict between mother and father has been around for a long time. It is not just a simple sentence. It can be explained clearly. When they say it right and wrong, they each have a different opinion. As the eldest son, Sha Chi persuaded him many times, but it was ineffective. His father was not grateful. Every time his mother made a fuss, he would order himself to return to the fiefdom with a slight face, without much care, and not be allowed to ask more questions.

If she really acts as her mother wants, once she takes full control of Fang City, the situation will become very bad.

Sand teeth are very clear that the mother will kill her father without hesitation.

She has always been a very controllable woman.

Shanhua stared at her son with fierce eyes, her eyes squeezed by fat and wrinkles were both nervous and angry.

"Do you really want to sit and wait for death?" She let out a "huh" roar from the depths of her throat: "Your father is fascinated by that damn woman, a goblin, shameless bitch. She is determined to let her son inherit the throne. At that time, do you think you still have a chance?"

Shachi felt that he was standing at a fork in the road, and whether he was moving forward or retreating was a deep abyss.

"...Please don't...force me." The big and thick man shrank timidly, like a cat facing his master's stick.

The cold feeling penetrated into Queen Shanhua's skin and reached her heart straight.

A lonely smile appeared on her old face.

From childhood to adulthood, the eldest son was very obedient, so he would never go west. Because of this, Shanhua did not hesitate to have a quarrel with her husband, bribed many senior officials in the clan, and jointly forced the palace to force her husband to enfeoff his eldest son as the King of Crazy Tooth.

This is actually a good move. Only with fiefs can one have an army, and only when it is critical can one become one's own support.
Chapter completed!