Jia Xu took a sip of tea and slowly tapped the lid of his teacup against the rim, producing a crisp ringing sound.
He smiled at Zhang Zhong and said:
"They merely attempted to attack a caravan of the Wanshan Merchant Guild, and yet, two to three thousand bandits were completely wiped out.
That Yuan Shu is the real boss behind Wanshan Merchant Guild, and the caravan he brought has now fully entered Nanyang.
Lord Zhang, do you know what this means?"
"Hiss!" Zhang Zhong took a sharp breath.
How could he not know what this meant?
Two to three thousand bandits— even the elite imperial guards of the Han Dynasty would need around ten thousand soldiers to annihilate them completely.
This meant that Yuan Shu's caravan had a combat strength at least on par with ten thousand elite imperial guards.
In terms of individual combat ability, they were even superior to the imperial guards.
An armed force stronger than ten thousand imperial guards had entered Nanyang City?
For Zhang Zhong, this was like a bolt from the blue.
The reason he never took Yuan Shu seriously, aside from thinking of him as a naive and inexperienced youth, was primarily because he held military power in his hands.
The twenty thousand garrison troops in Nanyang were all under the control of his trusted subordinates.
However, these twenty thousand local troops were by no means a match for ten thousand elite imperial guards.
Now, Zhang Zhong's position was no longer as secure as before— at any moment, Yuan Shu could seize him.
His existence was a major obstacle to Yuan Shu's control over Nanyang. If Yuan Shu wanted to solidify his rule, he had to deal with Zhang Zhong first.
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