482: Chapter 482 A makeshift team

Xiang Liang, having figured things out and secretly plotting his own agenda, decided to gather everyone together for a meeting once again.

He strode into the hall where everyone was gathered, his gaze quickly sweeping over each person.

Afterward, he withdrew his gaze.

Once everyone was seated, he cleared his throat, glanced at Zhao Fusu, and then announced loudly: "Everyone, I intend to organize a caravan and an escort team to head towards the Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Western Regions in grand fashion."

"After we exchange the goods we are carrying for grain in the Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Western Regions, we will then pass through the Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Western Regions and proceed to the Mauryan Empire."

Having said this, he deliberately paused, let his gaze sweep across everyone's faces once more, and then posed the critical question: "I wonder if you all intend to organize your own caravans, or join mine?"

As soon as Xiang Liang said this, the scene immediately fell into a subtle silence.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was openly challenging Zhao Fusu's authority.

After all, on the surface, Zhao Fusu was the leader of the Huaxia Pioneer Group. By all rights, it should have been Zhao Fusu who organized everyone to embark on the journey to the Mauryan Empire together.

Yet, with Xiang Liang's current rhetoric, he was undoubtedly engaging in blatant factionalism.

The implications of this could not be more obvious.

If anyone chose to join Xiang Liang's caravan, it would be equivalent to branding themselves with the mark of Xiang Liang's faction.

If they joined the caravan organized by Zhao Fusu, they would naturally become a member of Zhao Fusu's faction; as for those who organized their own caravans, they would undoubtedly form their own faction.

In this way, the situation, which was already rife with undercurrents, instantly became even more intricate and complex.

Upon hearing Xiang Liang's words, Zhao Fusu couldn't help but sneer.

In his view, these people were truly a ragtag group. They hadn't even taken the first step toward the Mauryan Empire yet, and they were already impatient to divide themselves into factions.

He pondered to himself that if things continued to develop in this manner, once they reached the Mauryan Empire, the situation would likely become unmanageable. Everyone would inevitably become completely scattered and fight their own battles.

In that case, it would be impossible to fully unleash everyone's strength. Expecting them to cooperate with each other would be nothing more than a fantasy, and it was even highly likely that they would hold each other back at critical moments, causing the entire plan to fail at the last hurdle.

Tian Feng looked with a grave expression at this Pioneer Group, which appeared harmonious on the surface but was actually rife with undercurrents.

With his intelligence, how could he fail to see that this team was stepping, step by step, toward a state of complete disarray?

His heart was currently filled with endless anxiety, like a surging tide that threatened to drown him.

He knew deeply that if this situation were not changed, let alone achieving the great cause of restoring the nation in the Mauryan Empire, they would likely fall apart and disperse before even stepping onto that distant land.

But how exactly could this desperate stalemate be broken?

Tian Feng pondered repeatedly in his heart, yet could not find a lead for the moment, and couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh in the depths of his soul: "What is to be done!"

Meanwhile, Zhao Xuan, Han Zhao, and the others also keenly perceived the severe problems currently facing the Pioneer Group.

They were all people with long-term vision and clear minds, and they understood clearly that if they wanted to gain a foothold in the Mauryan Empire and subsequently realize the grand ambition of restoring the nation, the team must possess strong cohesion and the ability to fight in coordination.

However, the reality of the situation left them deeply worried.

Currently, everyone was acting on their own, with factions everywhere, and they had completely failed to form a closely connected, organically unified whole.

This situation was like a group of soldiers fighting on their own; even if every individual possessed a brave and fearless fighting spirit, when facing a well-trained enemy with tacit coordination, it would be difficult to unleash the overall combat capability they should possess.

What worried them even more was that during the future journey, once they encountered danger and challenges, the various factions might very likely choose to turn a blind eye to the plight of other factions in order to preserve their own strength, or even kick them while they were down when the other side fell into distress.

Once such a situation arose, the Pioneer Group would inevitably fall into an irredeemable abyss, and the dream of restoring the nation would also vanish like a bubble, completely shattered.

Thinking of this, deep expressions of worry could not help but appear on the faces of Zhao Xuan, Han Zhao, and the others.

Would he have a solution!

Thinking of this, their gazes all looked toward Zhao Fusu.

Zhao Fusu had once again become the focus!