My People Refresh Daily, and My Army Never Ends

[Global Lord] + [Rivalry Among Ten Thousand Races] + [Yellow Turbans] + [Human Wave Tactics] + [No Heroine] Wu Mo discovered that he was about to transmigrate to the Flame War Continent, where countless races fought for supremacy. The good news was that his incredible Lord talent and his starting equipment, The Way of Great Peace, might make him the next Great Sage and Teacher. The bad news was that refugees would appear in his territory every day. Their numbers grew from a dozen or so at first, to dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... The even worse news was that there didn't seem to be enough time to focus on farming. What else could he do? He'd just have to make things hard for everyone else and take the blame himself. By the time other lords had painstakingly gathered a hundred soldiers, Wu Mo was already launching battles with armies of ten thousand. When other alliances were frantically assembling coalition forces to repel invading foreign lords, they discovered that Wu Mo had already begun an encirclement campaign on his own. “Hand over 95 out of every 100 units of grain. You know what I'm capable of.” Wu Mo spoke nonchalantly as he looked at the foreign lord suing for peace.