Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

Chapter 1550: Internal and External Troubles

"Hahaha, disciple, if Chu Chen were so easy to kill, he wouldn't be Chu Chen."

"Speed ​​up. Remember what I said. Chu Chen is no ordinary person. So when you enter the Xiongnu this time, you must build your own team. Taking advantage of Chu Chen's weakened state is your best opportunity."

The ugly man nodded and said nothing more.

They simply pushed the carriage to its maximum speed and rushed towards the Xiongnu.

Chu Chen, on the other hand, was overwhelmed by all the reports he received every day, and his biggest problem was still the lack of money.

So, while listening to the report, he was also making preparations in advance, namely writing the manufacturing method for the new product. When Fatty Tiger arrived, he could hand it all over to him. As long as he had time, Mobei would become incredibly wealthy.

But most importantly, it is strong military force, because this is the foundation for ensuring its normal production.

On the main street of the northern imperial city, an old woman placed Chu Chen's portrait underneath her and then vigorously hammered it with a small hammer.

"I'll beat your little head so you can't have a son or produce any oil."

"I'll beat your little head, and then your entire family's ancestral graves for eighteen generations will be dug up..."

"Grandpa, what are you doing?"

Jiba, an old minister from the northern desert, squatted down and spoke to the old man.

"Hey, you're an official? If you ask me, you guys are too cowardly. How could our Xiongnu be defeated by those monkeys from the Song Kingdom for no reason?"

“Look at this thing, it’s ugly and unlucky. It’s the one that has plunged our entire Xiongnu into poverty.”

After listening, Jiba shook his head: "Old man, it's not that we're cowards, but their weapons are too powerful. Also, this old minister has always been in the capital, unlike those officials who fled."

The old man looked up after hearing this, and looked at Jiba with some doubt: "You didn't run away?"

"I'm right here."

"Then quickly send out troops and kill this brat."

"Old man, you've misunderstood him. He's here to build up our Xiongnu. From now on, we Xiongnu will be renamed Mobei."

“What’s truly hateful are those Song soldiers; they stole our silver and ran away.”

"Isn't this kid the leader of the Song army?"

"Old man, no, he's not. He's the leader of the Northern Desert Army now, specifically tasked with fighting Song soldiers and protecting everyone. Otherwise, Song would still come to bully us..."

The old man was skeptical, but just then, a man came out of a silver shop next door and took over the conversation.

“This gentleman is right. According to my younger brother in the border town, Lord Chu Chen even bought things from him, and he also said that they would not harm any civilians.”

His words immediately caused everyone around him to fall into deep thought.

Yes, those Song soldiers did not harm any civilians when they came. Moreover, those who robbed wealthy families in the capital were the officials who had already fled.

"Yes, I know this Mr. Chu. When the palace was breached, he did nothing. He even strolled around the streets afterward and ate noodles here. He paid first and then ate. He's very easy to talk to."

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A month later, all the portraits of Chu Chen were put away.

The people seemed to have less resentment towards Chu Chen, and there were no more incidents of people hitting the portrait with hammers.

That day, Chu Chen led a few people out of the palace and headed straight for the main street.

Immediately, those in the crowd who had seen his portrait fled to the side. But when they saw that Chu Chen had no ill intentions and was just strolling around with people, even showing concern for the beggars on the streets, a strange feeling arose in their hearts.

Could it be that this General Chu is really as kind as everyone says?

"Uncle, here's a steamed bun for you!"

"Little brother, hang in there a little longer. Once I've settled things in, I'll give you a job and make sure you have enough to eat."

For another half month, Chu Chen went out on the streets every day, doing his job as a good person to the extreme. Finally, there were no more voices in the capital openly opposing him.

The ministers, seemingly moved by his actions, had now fully resumed their normal work, treating Chu Chen with the same respect and trepidation they had shown to the previous emperor.

In the major restaurants of the capital, storytellers gradually appeared in many places.

"On the day General Chu saw the bandits, disregarding his own safety, he charged alone with only a sword into the midst of more than two hundred bandits. He wielded his broadsword, and wherever he went, bandits' heads fell. Finally, he rescued the daughter of the wealthy Wang family from the capital..."

"According to you, General Chu must have three heads and six arms!"

"Heh, he's more than just three heads and six arms; he's eight feet tall, and his chest is also eight feet in circumference..."

Finally, thanks to everyone's concerted efforts, the entire northern desert seemed to have returned to a time of peace.

Chu Chen sat in the imperial study of the palace and let out a long sigh of relief: "Gou Shengzi, how is the situation in the north that you were tasked with scouting?"

Gou Shengzi frowned: "The situation is not good. After those officials fled to the north, they actually united and elected a new emperor, established a new capital, and now their army has reached twenty or thirty thousand men."

"Most of them were deserters from that time. After they fled to the north, they went directly to their former masters who had fled."

"By the way, I heard that a new king has emerged, a guy named something like Router."

"This man wore an iron mask, so no one could see his face. It is said that he was extremely powerful in martial arts and used his strength to bring together those who had fled to the north."

Router? What a terrible name. A router is much better. Chu Chen frowned after hearing this.

If there really were 30,000 troops or more, their current force of 1,000 soldiers and their limited ammunition would be completely insufficient.

If they launch a large-scale southward offensive, we will be in danger.

A whole month has passed, and Gian still hasn't come. Could something have happened to him?

That's impossible. According to the report from the spies I sent to Song, the arsenal has exploded, and Fat Tiger and Tito are nowhere to be found. Moreover, no bodies have been found inside the arsenal.

"Have people keep a close eye on the movements in the north and the Song Kingdom. The bombing of the arsenal is very likely the work of Fat Tiger."

"If Dong Shilan gets angry, he might very well attack again!"

Gou Shengzi accepted the order and left, while Chu Chen lay on the chair, suffering from a terrible headache.

He had finally managed to bring peace to the people, but the watchful eyes of the Song Kingdom in the north kept him up at night.

"General, a group of men who look like beggars say they absolutely must see you!"