488: Chapter 488 Whoever can bring back five men, I'll make him a squad leader!

Riding horses northward along the Ruo River, thanks to the river's constant erosion over the years, the terrain on both banks was flat and lush with water and grass, providing excellent conditions for marching.

The horses could feed freely here to replenish their energy, ensuring the army's mobility.

It could be said that the Ruo River was the throat of the Mobei Plateau; whoever controlled the Ruo River held the key to opening the gates of Mobei.

Moreover, during this period, the climate conditions in the Western Regions were extremely favorable.

On those patches of oases, people had cultivated many fertile fields.

These fertile fields could produce a vast amount of grain every year, providing solid logistical support for the military operations of Great Qin.

Moving forward, a large portion of Great Qin's energy would be focused on strategic goals such as managing the Western Regions, attacking Mobei, and seizing the North Sea.

However, the situation regarding the Mauryan Empire made Zhao Fusu somewhat reluctant to let go.

The territory where the Mauryan Empire was located had superior natural conditions; it was simply a heaven-sent treasure land.

There, rice could be harvested three times a year, and the grain yield was extremely impressive.

Zhao Fusu really did not want to easily give up such rich land.

This was also an important reason why he decided to support civilian forces to plot for this subcontinent.

Still, as the saying goes, no matter what, they were all descendants of the Huaxia people, flowing with the same blood.

They were striving overseas not only for themselves but also for the benefit of future generations.

Moreover, the Mauryan Empire was not an easy opponent and could not be dealt with lightly. Sending those restless Remnants of the Six States to the Mauryan Empire and letting them fight each other on that land—

In this way, not only could the interior of Great Qin become more stable and potential threats reduced, but he could also utilize their conflicts to bring lucrative revenue to Great Qin and enjoy the thrill of profiting from war.

In Zhao Fusu's view, such a strategy that achieved multiple goals at once was quite a clever layout.

Tian Feng, Han Zhao, and Zhao Xuan saw that Zhao Fusu had fallen into a trance, so they exchanged glances and tacitly chose not to disturb him.

After a while, Zhao Fusu slowly regained his composure, and his previously unfocused gaze gradually sharpened.

He looked around at everyone, cleared his throat, and said, "How about this, you all return to your hometowns..."

"Whoever among you can bring back five people, I will make him a Squad Leader."

"Whoever can bring back ten people, I will make him a Shi Zhang."

"Whoever can bring back one hundred people, I will make him a Centurion!"

Speaking to this point, his voice suddenly rose.

"If anyone has the ability to bring back one thousand people, then he shall be a Chiliarch!"

Zhao Fusu then assured everyone, "The greater your ability, the higher the rank you shall hold! I, Xiong Xin, have always kept my word and will never go back on it."

"Long live!"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but shout.

"Loyalty!"

Another person shouted this.

"As for the issue of equipment, do not worry; everyone will be issued a bronze sword! Furthermore, as the troops you lead continue to grow, you will be equipped with even better gear."

Zhao Fusu's words were like a reassurance pill for everyone.

Upon hearing Zhao Fusu's words, Tian Feng, Han Zhao, and Zhao Xuan all had their eyes light up.

They all understood in their hearts that the most expensive part of fighting a war was the equipment.

Now, most of them had been reduced to poor families and were not wealthy; how could they have extra money to purchase weapons?

If they were asked to prepare weapons themselves, it would truly stump them.

But if it meant bringing out people, that was not a difficult task for them.

Around them, there were more or less a few followers who followed them daily, as well as many kinsmen.

As long as they gathered these people, wouldn't they be able to logically and naturally become Squad Leaders, Shi Zhang, or even Centurions?

Thinking of this, a fighting spirit ignited in everyone's hearts.

Zhao Fusu watched the high-spirited crowd, nodded with satisfaction, and then dismissed them to go and gather their men.