Chapter 48: The Great Southern War
When I was young, a saying similar to a proverb circulated: ‘Don’t waste your breath on anyone who hasn’t read Romance of the Three Kingdoms at least three times.’
Back then, I believed it wholeheartedly, bought the book, and read it three times over. But later, when I found out it was just a marketing ploy by publishers to sell more copies, I felt utterly betrayed.
‘Later, they started saying, “Don’t hang out with people who’ve read Romance of the Three Kingdoms more than three times.”’
Anyway, reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms, you see massive armies of half a million or a million troops mobilized as if it were nothing. That’s pure bullshit.
Because, considering China’s GDP and population at the time, those numbers are absurd.
Mobilizing armies on that scale consumes enormous amounts of resources and manpower.
And it’s the same for our Nine Dragon City.
“This is never-ending…”
All the warriors of the Outer Court gathered before the city gates to inspect the endless stream of incoming supplies.
Heeeee! Moo!
The carts laden with supplies were heavy; horses and oxen bellowed and screamed from all directions, while people bustled about carrying the loads.
“When the hell is this going to end?”
Yang Gang, his mouth practically hanging open, blurted out the question.
“I don’t know, man. It’ll end when all the supplies come in.”
“Ugh.”
He let out a sigh and selected a sack of rice, stabbing it with his sword.
