Dong Zhuo's smile grew even wider; it seemed these rebels were not a united front after all, each with their own agenda.
This would lead to numerous vulnerabilities, and his chance to counterattack would come.
He immediately gave orders to his personal guard!
"Immediately send word to Huangfu Song. As soon as there's unrest among the enemy, have him cooperate fully with General to launch an all-out assault. We must drive these rebels back to Western Liang."
Upon receiving the order, the personal guard bowed and went to deliver the message.
Inside the Western Liang Rebels' central command tent.
A cacophony of noise erupted as they cursed each other, turning the tent into a veritable marketplace.
"You grandson, last time I asked you to send troops, you didn't, causing me heavy losses."
"And you, why did you cut off my grain supply?"
"Damn it, you have the nerve to accuse me of cutting off your grain supply? Last time you led your troops to plunder my territory. I'm being generous by not making you compensate me, and you still have the audacity to bring it up!"
More than a dozen people argued, pushing and shoving, clearly on the verge of a brawl.
Beigong Boyu, seated at the head, watched the noisy scene with a deep frown and a somber expression.
Ever since occupying Western Liang and pushing into the Three Supports, the friction among them had intensified, even to the point of wanting to kill each other.
Some felt the territory distribution was unfair, others felt the rewards were unfair; in short, they argued every day.
This gave him, the great leader, a terrible headache. The current situation was not yet stable; they were in a standoff with the Han Army, and internal unrest had already begun.
If this continued, the Han Army might recover and launch a counterattack. If they were defeated, they would only be able to flee back to Western Liang with their tails between their legs.
Beigong Boyu could no longer suppress his anger. He slammed his hand heavily on the table, the clanging sound echoing throughout the tent.
Hearing the sound, the arguing crowd all looked towards Beigong Boyu at the head of the table. Seeing his grim face and the anger in his brows.
The crowd was sensible enough not to continue arguing, but instead sat down.
However, their faces showed vexation, clearly still feeling resentful.
Han Sui, seated in the center of the crowd, watched this scene, a faint, imperceptible sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.
However, his expression remained calm, as if he heard nothing of what was happening around him, appearing very low-key.
After seeing the crowd settle down, Beigong Boyu's brows remained tightly furrowed, his face showing displeasure, and he coldly inquired!
"Instead of wasting time arguing about useless things, why not think of ways to defeat the Han Army before us and swiftly conquer the entire Three Auxiliary Regions of Chang'an?"
"With this place as our base, then we can march on Luoyang and overthrow the Han dynasty. Wouldn't it be better if we were our own masters?"
"If you keep squabbling over trivial matters here every day, and the Han Army seizes an opportunity to defeat us, all of you will run back to Western Liang like stray dogs, living those impoverished lives again."
Many of the leaders found some truth in these words.
However, many still felt dissatisfied. After all, they had risen in rebellion together, fought valiantly, shed blood on the battlefield, yet the territory and resources they received were so meager.
Meanwhile, some leaders who were on good terms with Beigong Boyu did nothing and still received large amounts of territory and resources.
Such actions caused resentment in everyone's hearts, and many harbored grievances.
One person, in particular, represented this sentiment. This man was named Liang Xing. When he first rose in rebellion, he already commanded several thousand troops.
As the rebels grew stronger, his own power also increased, and he now commanded nearly thirty thousand troops.
Among the Western Liang rebels, he was considered one of the strongest.
Since he was not a confidant of Beigong Boyu, the territory and rewards he received were also the fewest, and resentment had long festered in his heart.
Liang Xing's face showed a mocking sneer, and he said coldly!
"Leader, that sounds very nice. We are out there fighting bravely against the Han Army, risking our lives, while you sit back and enjoy the fruits of our labor."
"Even if that were acceptable, why do we, who have rendered meritorious service, receive such remote and scarce territory, while you people, who did nothing, get such rich land?"
"I ask you, Leader, do you have any sense of fairness left?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the tent looked over, their faces filled with surprise.
They hadn't expected Liang Xing to stop enduring and directly stand up, challenging the leader in front of everyone.
Some leaders who had received unfair treatment were already stirring, seemingly wanting to stand up and show their support.
Hearing these words, Beigong Boyu's brows furrowed, and his face turned completely grim. As the leader of the rebels, someone dared to provoke him like this.
With fierce eyes, he glared at Liang Xing and shouted coldly!
"Liang Xing, don't think that just because you've achieved some merits, you can be so reckless."
"Everyone here has merits; are you the only one who killed the most enemies?"
"This distribution has its reasons. There are only so many prosperous and rich places. Should those barren places just be abandoned?"
"Moreover, the territory given to you is large enough, several, even dozens of times larger than others. What do you have to complain about? Are you still dissatisfied?"
Hearing this, Liang Xing's cold sneer grew even more pronounced. He shrugged his shoulders, stood up directly, and mocked!
"Oh, your distribution has very good reasons. All the prosperous and rich lands are occupied by you, leaving some remote and desolate places for us."
"Even a single commandery can't compare to one of their counties. No population, no farmland. What use is this broken thing to me?"
"I say your distribution, Beigong Boyu, is unfair, and it is unfair. What excuse do you have?"
Beigong Boyu's face turned as black as a pot bottom upon hearing these impolite words, and his body trembled incessantly.
His hand gripped the blade at his waist tightly, as if he wanted to draw his sword and cut this man into eight pieces.
Seeing this, several closely related leaders sitting nearby.
Their faces grim, they quickly stood up, drew the blades from their waists, pointed them forward, and shouted coldly!
"Liang Xing, how dare you!"
"How dare you be so arrogant towards the leader? Do you want to die a tragic death on the spot?"
Facing these few people, Liang Xing's expression of disdain grew even stronger, and he said coldly!
"A few lackeys, daring to be arrogant in front of me? Do you believe I won't kill you directly?"
The few who had stood up heard this, their faces flushed red, their blades trembling, emitting a cold gleam.
They seemed unable to restrain themselves, wanting to rush forward and kill this man directly.
But they had not received Beigong Boyu's permission, so they dared not act rashly.
After all, Liang Xing was considered one of the strongest among the rebels. If he were to rebel with his troops and defect to the Han Army, it was very likely that everyone present would perish there.