The Nameless of the Common Clans

In the cold night, the sounds of insects can be heard throughout Luoyang. In the next room, Dian Wei's snoring is so loud that sometimes you can even feel the couch shaking.

After Chen Mo replaced the offerings for worshipping the gods of the system, he worshiped devoutly, but he had no intention of sleeping. He lay on the couch and took the cleaned imperial seal in his hand.

His luck climbed to the top in an instant, but what surprised Chen Mo was that his fate dropped a lot. His original fate of thirty fell to fifteen after he got the imperial seal. Fortunately, it didn't fall any further, otherwise Chen Mo would have wanted to throw it away directly.

It seems that his fate is not strong enough, and it is not easy to take this thing.

Chen Mo played with the imperial seal, but he was thinking about the purpose of the imperial seal in his heart.

It's impossible to use it yourself. You say that the Imperial Seal is important, but if you say that you can become an emperor with it, that's courting death. Not to mention that the princes will not agree, I'm afraid that many of his generals will leave or even rebel.

Return it to the court? That's a bargain for Dong Zhuo. This thing is temporarily useless in his hands, but if it falls into Dong Zhuo's hands, it will be very useful, and... I don't know since when, Chen Mo is no longer as supportive of the Han Dynasty as before. He now considers problems more for himself.

This thing cannot be seen in the world for the time being, otherwise it will inevitably cause chaos, but holding it in your hands may have other uses.

Chen Mo invited the system immortals and looked at the battlefield in the dream. Being able to command a battlefield of 10,000 people requires 30 points of luck at a time. Chen Mo almost used up his luck last time and has not recovered until now, but this time, after getting the Imperial Seal, his luck instantly reached the maximum value. These lucks are enough for me to temper my abilities, right?

"The host holds a great luck item, which can open a special dream. Do you want to enter?"

Just when Chen Mo chose to enter the dream battlefield, the strange voice in his mind suddenly sounded. It was the voice of the system immortal. In Chen Mo's memory, the system immortal rarely spoke, but every time he spoke, it was a change of fate for Chen Mo.

What is a special dream?

Chen Mo didn't know, but it was obviously different from an ordinary dream battlefield.

"Special dream, each time you enter, you will consume 100 luck, confirm to enter..."

The voice of the system immortal was still emotionless, but those words scared Chen Mo. His luck was only 100 at most. If it was all consumed at once, wouldn't it consume his own fate?

I wanted to stop it, but it was too late. The drowsiness made Chen Mo's consciousness quickly fall into a deep sleep.

…

“Husband… Husband~”

In a daze, it seemed that a woman was calling him. Chen Mo opened his eyes in a daze, and what came into his sight was a woman in simple clothes, very strange, but seemed very familiar.

“Madam, what’s the matter?” He opened his mouth to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he blurted out this sentence. Chen Mo was sure that he did not recognize the woman in front of him, but there was no sense of disobedience when he called her Madam.

“Just now, a soldier came to report that the enemy has appeared outside the city.” The woman said respectfully.

“Enemy!?” Chen Mo frowned and stood up. There seemed to be strange memories in his mind, which were memories that did not belong to him, including his name, identity and memories of the woman in front of him.

Kang Dynasty…

Chen Mo stood up silently and put on his armor with the help of the woman.

This is an era without the Han Dynasty, and there has never been such a dynasty in his memory. Now it is the Kang Dynasty that unifies the world, and he is the lord of a city in the Kang Dynasty.

The system of the Dakang Dynasty is somewhat similar to the ancient feudal system. His city is similar to a county, but it has great power, including the power of life and death, the power of recruiting soldiers, and only a small part of the tax needs to be paid to the court.

In Chen Mo's opinion, this system is far inferior to the county system established by the First Emperor. The result of excessive local power is that the court has too little control over the local areas, and the local areas are not directly loyal to the court, but to the princes.

Shang and Zhou dynasties both used this law to rule the world until the First Emperor unified the world. Later, Emperor Gaozu also used it for a period of time to enfeoff the Liu family, which was later abolished.

Chen Mo's current identity is a city prince, and the so-called enemy is another county prince of the same level. Because of the water source problem, the two sides will go to war almost every winter.

Chen Mo found that he could not see his own or others' luck. Although the abilities he learned were still there, they were not as intuitive as before.

As for what to do next? The system immortal did not say that this seemed to be a real world. He was not only responsible for fighting, but also logistics, raising soldiers and food, and the relationship with the surrounding princes.

Chen Mo did not care too much about the current war. The strength of both sides was similar. Chen Mo persuaded the other two princes to join forces two days later. The other two princes got food and cities, and Chen Mo got their population.

In just half a month, this so-called old enemy became history.

Then Chen Mo did not expand blindly, but began to systematically query various interpersonal networks. With his excellent communication skills, he made friends with the princes who were above him. Then, after obtaining their permission, he expanded his territory from the original one city to four cities, with a population of 40,000 households, and recruited 3,000 soldiers.

After that, Chen Mo did not expand any further. If he did, it would threaten the princes above him. At this time, Chen Mo did not have the strength to fight against the other party. He chose to lie dormant, recuperate and improve people's livelihood, just like the Yin and Shang Dynasty in history. The farming and animal husbandry of this era were very backward, and Chen Mo had been working since he was a child and was very good at farming.

In three years, Chen Mo made friends with the princes from all directions and accumulated strength. Until the fourth year, the old king died and the new king succeeded to the throne. Chen Mo took the opportunity to enter the royal city and empty the royal family in the name of assisting. At the same time, he eliminated dissidents. Until the fifth year, he successfully obtained the recognition of the court, sent away the old king, and became a new prince.

The dream ended here!

…

Hu~

Chen Mo opened his eyes and looked around blankly. The familiar bed and room, but it seemed that he had not been back for a long time.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly? Or was it a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?

Chen Mo had a hard time coming out of his identity as a prince. He couldn't tell which was a dream and which was real, or whether both were dreams.

His wife, who had been with him for five years, had been with him through thick and thin, and had always been by his side, rich or poor... was gone? Chen Mo found it hard to accept it, but when he thought about it carefully, he not only didn't remember her name, but even her face was very vague. This was almost impossible for Chen Mo, who had a photographic memory, but it really happened.

The feeling of loss and reluctance made it difficult for Chen Mo to come out of it, until Dian Wei knocked on the door.

"My Lord, it's time for breakfast. We killed three chickens today. Come and eat." Dian Wei's broken voice shook the room.

"I heard it! Bring it in." Chen Mo got off the couch and said dissatisfiedly while getting dressed.

Dian Wei's roar reduced his reluctance to leave the dream. It was just a dream after all. After five years of cultivation and fighting, the woman who had always been by his side was the one he remembered most. Sadly, he didn't even remember her appearance and name.

"Congratulations to the host for experiencing a special dream and obtaining a part of the Tuntian Strategy!"

Just as Chen Mo got up and dressed, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind, which made Chen Mo startled. The so-called Tuntian Strategy was created by Chen Mo in his dream to raise more soldiers and horses. However, as he woke up, those memories became blurred. Now, with the voice of the system god falling, that vague memory became clear.

This was originally created by Chen Mo in his dream. In reality, there was already a method of Tuntian, but it was not perfect. Chen Mo reorganized and refined the Tuntian method he knew in his dream, combined with the actual situation at that time, and made many adjustments to create a Tuntian Strategy suitable for the time.

This thing is very useful in troubled times. Bingzhou has a sparse population and needs to support a heavy army. The strategy of farming is very useful, but there is not enough arable land. I will think of a way to deal with this after I return to Hedong.

Although it was originally formulated by myself, if there was no special dream, I would not be able to come up with it so quickly. Chen Mo came to the tribute table and bowed silently to the system tablet to express his gratitude.

"My lord, what kind of god is this system?" Dian Wei had already brought in the food and looked at the tablet on the tribute table with some curiosity. He was puzzled. The name of the system god felt strange.

"How can you lie about the gods?" Chen Mo smiled and said, "Just know that he exists and be respectful."

"Oh." Dian Wei looked at the tablet, nodded, put the food on the table, and sat down with Chen Mo to eat.

Now that almost all the people in Luoyang have left, Chen Mo doesn't care about the etiquette. Besides, they are not master and servant. Chen Mo often eats with the soldiers in the army.

"Master..." Dian Wei was holding a chicken leg in his mouth and wanted to say something to Chen Mo.

"Don't talk while eating!" Chen Mo looked up and glanced at him.

"Yes~" Dian Wei responded vaguely, lowered his head and began to concentrate on chewing his chicken leg.

"What did you say just now?" After dinner, Chen Mo took a silk scarf and wiped his mouth while asking.

"Oh, someone from the Tai Shi Mansion came this morning to inform me that the war in Yique Pass has changed. Please go over to discuss it." Dian Wei smiled.

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" Chen Mo glared at Dian Wei, put on his outer robe, crossed his sword and ran out.

"You said not to talk while eating." Dian Wei muttered in a low voice.

"Don't talk nonsense, pack up, and follow me to the Tai Shi Mansion!" Chen Mo turned around and looked at Dian Wei.

If something happened at Yique Pass, then Dong Zhuo might have to consider retreating to Guanzhong. He summoned me at this time to make arrangements for the next thing.

"Yes!" Dian Wei agreed, picked up the iron halberd and followed Chen Mo out of the house, heading towards the Grand Tutor's Mansion.