"The world is suffering! This guild will report the situation here to His Majesty and His Royal Highness King Zhao."
Liang Zhang sighed and continued to eat meat.
After everyone had eaten, they simply packed up and set off overnight, heading south all the way to the capital of Southern Chu Ying.
Nanchu is already the strongest among the princes in the world. Logically speaking, a year of continuous battles will not cause too much damage to it.
The bad thing is that this war was carefully calculated, not only sending troops from multiple directions, but also destroying money, food, personnel, and various domestic resources to the extreme.
The most important thing is that all this is still happening subtly, and the Nanchu court is trapped in it and cannot extricate itself. It is because it is dazzled by the large land and victory.
All domestic resources will be continuously sent to the battlefield.
Along the way, what Liang Zhang and Tang Long saw was starvation everywhere, people displaced, living in poverty, and even Yi Zi cannibalism.
Fortunately for them, rumors continued to spread among the people.
It is said that the borders of Dashang are protected by gods. If you go all the way north, you can reach Dashang and live a good life.
The common people regarded these rumors as the last straw and dragged their families with them all the way north.
Both Liang Zhang and Tang Long knew that there were a large number of relief stations at the border of Dashang and Shang. As long as these people went wherever they went, they could at least survive.
They didn't care so much and rushed to Yingdu as quickly as possible.
The current situation in the entire Southern Chu can be said to be extremely bad. The troops sent out to fight will not be able to be transferred back for a while, and they have to find ways to continuously transport money, food and personnel to the battlefield.
Even the majestic capital made Liang Zhang feel like he was in a trance like hell.
The once bustling streets became extremely desolate, with many people kneeling on the roadside selling their children and daughters just to exchange for a ration of food.
Liang Zhang was not too ostentatious. When he entered the city, he deliberately changed into shabby clothes made of coarse linen. He did not bring much luggage, only the weapons and rations he carried with him.
Above the Nanchu State Hall, the King of Chu sat there with a gloomy face.
Now the territory of Nanchu has nearly doubled, with Chen, Song, Yongxu, and Jingjiang all included, and more than a dozen cities in southern Bainan have just been conquered.
There is even news from the Sanchuan front line that it won't be long before the entire Sanchuan is included.
But the King of Chu was not happy. It stands to reason that after a year of fighting, so many vassal states were engulfed, so much territory was taken over, and all kinds of gold and silver treasures were continuously transported into the capital of Southern Chu.
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After all, the national power of the entire Southern Chu should be raised to a higher level, but now not only can't they recruit troops, they can't even transport food to the front line.
King Chu held a huge luminous pearl in his hand and stared coldly at Su Changqing who was kneeling in the hall.
"Su Aiqing, can you tell me why all this is happening? Others are getting richer the more they fight, so why do we, Nanchu, get poorer the more we fight?"
Su Changqing naturally understood the truth, and the civil and military ministers next to him also understood it to some extent, but they would not write the word "spy" on Su Changqing even if they were killed.
After all, after they arrived here, they helped Nanchu double its territory, and also brought huge benefits to the Nanchu royal family.