As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 200 Killing the General
"Master Ming hasn't arrived yet?"

On the front battlefield, Wang Hanbo led an army of 30,000 towards the desert and fought head-on with the Huns.

He was originally from Lingzhou and was familiar with the terrain and climate here. He was also familiar with fighting against the Huns, and he had defeated them step by step and received frequent reports of victory.

Inside the military tent, he glanced towards the east and frowned slightly.

At the normal speed, Mingchen should have caught up with the army long ago.

Why hasn't he arrived yet? Did something happen on the way?
Wang Hanbo was a general who later defected to Xiao Xinyue.

He did not dislike Mingchen, the young and overly capable civil servant; on the contrary, he respected him very much.

The other party had previously brazenly killed the Hun envoy in the court, doing something he wanted to do but dared not do.

He also proposed to come to this remote place to fight and conduct diplomatic missions. This requires courage. How could an ordinary civil servant who can only talk well do this?

He is a true minister of state.

No wonder he was able to be granted a title of nobility.

However, there are specialties in the art industry.

He did not count on Mingchen in this war. He only regarded the other party as a pendant and could send him to the destination to negotiate with the Huns.

The task of defeating the Hun army head-on should fall on him as a general.

However, now that the war has begun, we still haven't heard any news from the other side.

"Report!"

Just then, the soldier who brought the message came running over.

"General, the day before yesterday, Lord Ming led 800 cavalrymen to Lihe Town and killed 2,000 Xiongnu. He then entered the desert from Sanhe Pass north of Lihe Town and disappeared."

Wang Hanbo slammed the table and sat up immediately: "What?!"

"Nonsense!"

He now withdrew his respect for Mingchen.

This is not the Central Plains.

The vast desert and grassland are man-eating devils.

For these 1,800 people, rushing in would be tantamount to committing suicide.

How to determine the direction?

Where do the supplies come from?

Food, water...these are all top priorities.

Mingchen was a civil servant who had never fought in a war. How could he do such a reckless thing?
Wang Hanbo frowned, all kinds of thoughts lingering in his mind.

What will happen if Mingchen dies here?
Given how much importance Your Majesty attaches to him, I'm afraid he will lose his mind and directly mobilize the entire country's military to attack the Huns... What will happen next?
This person is really a cause for concern.

He said to his subordinates, "Tell Zhang Ling to send thirty people to Sanhe Pass and follow Lord Ming's route to find them."

"Assemble the troops and prepare for battle."

"Yes!"

……

At night, at the Huns’ rear base camp.

In the commander's tent, the fire flickered.

Several high-ranking leaders under Saint Luo Khan gathered here, and the table was filled with fine wine and delicious food.

The heroic grassland warriors drank wine and ate meat with big gulps.

"General, the Central Plains people seem to still have some fighting power! We are no match for them in the front and have to retreat again and again."

A general drank the wine in his cup and looked at the general in the first seat with a look of worry on his face. "Is the Khan a little anxious? I think it would be better to wait a little longer until they start fighting among themselves, and then we can seize the opportunity to take control of the Central Plains."

"Humph!"

"The people of the Central Plains are well-equipped and have abundant food... Once we penetrate the grasslands, we will surely give them a head-on blow!"

"Cut off their food supply and trap them in the grasslands, and they're finished!"

Sitting on the main seat was Shengluo Khan's left general, Borjigin Bater. He was strong and wore a tiger-skin cloak. He raised his head with a ferocious look on his face.

He shouted angrily, "That princess is so ignorant that she dared to kill our envoy and insult our king. The warriors of our grassland will definitely let her know how powerful we are!"

"Report!"

At this moment, a soldier came outside the tent, saluted with one hand, and reported to Bater, "General, Captain Tianfeng led two thousand cavalry south and has not returned yet. Someone also discovered that more than ten tribes had been massacred."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Bater put down his wine glass and frowned.

The setback on the front line was within his expectations.

The warriors of the grassland had no neat rules, their forces were scattered, and their organizational and coordination abilities were poor. They were destined to be defeated by the larger and more advanced regular army of the Central Plains in large-scale frontal combat.

Their real strength lies in their powerful cavalry mobility, their ability to adapt to harsh environments and their familiarity with the terrain.

As long as the army penetrates deep into their home turf, they have many ways to wear down the enemy.

But now, news suddenly came out that he did not expect.

what happened?

Two thousand cavalrymen just disappeared so quietly?

Why were tribes still being slaughtered?
These problems were all unexpected variables for him.

"General Ashina, take three hundred men with you tomorrow and go to the south to take a look. I feel something is strange."

His eyelids were twitching and Bater had a bad feeling in his heart.

He raised his head and spoke to a general in the tent.

"Yes!"

The general agreed.

However, it seems a little late.

"Wow~"

The night was dark, and the Xiongnu soldiers on patrol did not see the red bird flash across the sky.

This is the heartland of the Huns. Unless there is internal strife among the Huns, no enemy will come here.

The defenders began to rest, and the patrolmen also became a little tired and relaxed.

next moment,
"Whoosh!"

A hidden arrow came through the air and pierced his chest.

"Boom boom boom!"

A group of cavalrymen, like ghosts, rushed towards the Hun base camp in the cover of night.

The war horses neighed and the ground shook.

Everything is too weird.

A strong aura of blood and murder was overwhelming them, and the few defenders who were not killed were stunned for a moment.

Immediately, when the terrifying Tiger and Wolf Cavalry rushed to them, they reacted.

There are enemies!
"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

……

They opened their eyes wide and shouted loudly.

However, the moment he spoke, an arrow pierced his heart.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Several days of killing have completely changed the temperament of this group of cavalry.

In the past few days, they have been either killing or on their way to killing.

These people can't count how many people they have killed.

They would kill all the strong Huns, as well as the weak women, children and the elderly, as long as Mingchen nodded.

Now, having broken into the Huns' base camp behind enemy lines, they still acted without any scruples.

He raised the weapon in his hand high and shouted loudly.

They rushed into the camp and killed everyone they saw.

They are a group of unsheathed blades, a group of emotionless killing machines.

In the moonlight, the eyes beneath the armor shone with a cold scarlet light, which was chilling.

Some Huns were frightened as soon as they met their eyes.

monster!

Unstoppable, unstoppable, invincible!
"what happened?!"

"Organize the army!"

"Organize the army!"

What happened? !

The entire legion was thrown into chaos.

Several people in the commander's tent trembled all over and no longer cared about the delicious food and wine in front of them.

Bater's eyes suddenly narrowed, he stood up, ran out of the tent, and shouted loudly.

"Eh~"

As soon as I walked out the door, the neighing of wild horses was deafening.

The handsome horse rushed over, raised its hooves high, and knocked the beast back.

"Looks like I'm lucky."

"I won the lottery!"

On the horse was a handsome young man with delicate skin and no armor.

On this battlefield, it is completely different from these people who have experienced wind and rain.

He held a two-foot jade stick in his hand and looked at the generals with different expressions on the scene with a smile.

There's something weird everywhere.

A child riding a pony and carrying a large flag that was twice as long as she was following not far behind him.

"Who are you?!"

"People from the Central Plains?!"

"Why are you here?"

"What on earth do you want to do?!"

……

Several Hun generals opened their eyes wide and kept questioning Mingchen in a chattering Hun language that he could not understand.

"Slow down, slow down!"

"Don't make noise!"

A flash of emerald green light pierced the throat of the general with the loudest voice.

As blood gushed out, the man's eyeballs dilated and he fell directly to the ground, dead.

The short stick was returned to Mingchen's hand. He was still laughing and looking at the people in front of him.

For a moment, everyone was silent.

Outside the tent, some guards and soldiers wanted to rush over, but were knocked to the ground by the big flags.

The child carried a big flag and stood behind Mingchen. One person could block the way and ten thousand people could not get close.

Mingchen looked at these people and said calmly, "I'm not here to answer your questions. I need you to answer mine."

"First of all, who can speak Central Plains?"

These people are in high positions and have access to more information.

In fact, several people can do it.

But no one said anything, they just looked at the leader, Bater who had just been knocked away.

He covered his chest, coughed twice, looked at Mingchen, and said in a stiff voice, "I will."

"I'm from the Central Plains. I'm the uncle of Shengluo Khan, the Left General of the tribe, Borjigin Bater. Who are you?"

The situation is terrible!

Mingchen led his army and suddenly broke in, knocking him unconscious.

It's like being at home taking a bath and suddenly your house is crushed by a tank, your head is buzzing.

He came back to his senses and revealed his identity to Mingchen first.

He has a very noble identity and a high status.

The enemy broke in, which meant that the war might get worse.

But no matter what, he must at least save his own life.

If he reveals his identity, the other party can get more value and he can survive.

"Oh?"

Mingchen looked at him with interest: "Are you the commander here?"

"Yes!"

But the next moment,
"Whoosh!"

The life-threatening emerald light flashed again and pierced his chest accurately.

Bater stared at him blankly, blood flowing from his mouth, his eyes full of confusion.

In the last moments of his life, he just looked at the young man with a strange smile on his face and said: "Lend me your brain." "I said, I'm not here to answer your questions."

Mingchen's gaze moved between the few survivors around him, making them tremble in their hearts.

This young man who appeared out of nowhere is a devil. He is moody and unpredictable.

If you are not careful, your life will be taken away by the strange stick in his hand.

Mingchen smiled and asked again, "Now, let's start the no-prize quiz. Who can speak the Central Plains dialect?"

"I!"

"I can!"

In an instant, a quick-witted general raised his hand.

Mingchen looked him up and down, then said with a hearty smile, "Congratulations, you survived!"

As for everyone else…

At some point, three or five blood-soaked soldiers appeared behind him.

“@#%￥#@%”

"No, no... I can do it too! I can speak Central Plains!"

"Do not kill me!"

"grown ups@#%……%"

……

The others came to their senses, their eyes filled with fear, their voices mixed with those of the Central Plains and the Xiongnu.

Prayers and curses echoed.

The tent fell, the firelight illuminated it, and blood splattered in the shadows.

They were powerful generals, but at this moment they were no different from lambs to be slaughtered.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The murderous cavalrymen galloped through the Xiongnu camp, their heads in their hands, shouting, "The commander is dead! Those who surrender will not be killed!"

"The commander is dead, those who surrender will not be killed!"

This was a completely unimaginable night attack. The Huns, who had been awakened from their sleep and could not even hold their weapons steadily, lacked a leader and were in chaos. They were no match for these terrifying cavalry.

As soon as they charged, they destroyed it.

The entire military camp was in chaos, with constant wailing.

When the cavalrymen galloped through the camp carrying their commander's head, their eyes widened even more.

Even if you don't understand the Central Plains dialect, you can still recognize your general's head.

Soon he lost all hope and gave up resistance completely.

The highest generals have been killed, so what can these little soldiers do?

Some people fled in panic, while others dropped their weapons and knelt down to pray.

Wang Hanbo, who was thousands of miles away and worried about Mingchen, had no idea that the civil servant whose life was in danger had led 800 cavalrymen to rush thousands of miles and directly bypassed the enemy's headquarters.

"This this……"

The old ghosts around him were all stunned.

His disciple is indeed surprising.

He had never expected that the opponent could do such a thing in the first battle.

How to win the war?

Wouldn't it be over if we just killed the enemy's main general?

This sounds simple, but how many people in history have really been able to do it?
But my disciple did it, and it looked... very easy.

He never taught Mingchen to fight like this!
Damn it, what kind of teacher is he then?!

Of course... it's not that Mingchen is so good at commanding the army, it's mainly because the conditions of the Huns are special, and they have the information assistance of the bird.

The right time, place and people have contributed to the current situation, and it is not too difficult to accomplish all this.

“@!￥#%￥”

“@!￥￥#……%”

"Didn't they say that if @!￥% surrenders, he won't be killed?"

……

At daybreak, the surrendered Huns looked at the cold-blooded cavalrymen who were chopping off their heads with butcher knives with resentment, and kept shouting angrily.

Some people speak broken Central Plains dialect, while others chatter away in a nonsensical way that no one can understand.

However, this will not affect anything, the ruthless butcher knife will still fall.

Previously, it was just to break the morale of the army and reduce casualties.

What's the point of keeping the surrendered enemies alive if we don't kill them?
Will he be released and become our enemy again after a few years?

The soldier who was shouting while holding the head in his hand did not kill anyone, and this was not a lie.

Mingchen was about to go to negotiate, and he only needed a translator who might be useful. The rest of the people were of no value at all.

There are neither too many nor too few soldiers in the base camp, at least nearly 10,000 people.

Eight hundred men chopped from night till dawn.

The blade of the knife was almost bent when he finally killed everyone. Blood flowed like a river and corpses were scattered all over the ground.

The smell of blood lingered for a long time.

This scene was no less desolate than the underworld of despair. Even a cold-hearted person like Yun Yao couldn't help but frown when he saw it.

Mingchen lowered his eyes slightly and said to the soldiers, "Count the casualties and quickly resupply!"

The black nails were stained with blood and were almost turned into glue.

A soldier behind him lowered his head slightly: "Yes!"

After Mingchen left, a big fire burned everything down.

He glanced at the several ferocious heads of Xiongnu generals hanging on the horses of the soldiers behind him, lowered his eyes slightly, and said, "Let's go! March ten miles and rest."

……

front,

"General, our army was ambushed and suffered 300 casualties."

In the tent, a vanguard came in covered in dust and reported to Wang Hanbo.

Wang Hanbo sat at the desk, frowned slightly as he looked at the information, and nodded: "Yes."

There are winners and losers in war. Now the Qianyuan Army and the Huns are in a tense stage of mutual friction, so it is normal for both sides to win and lose.

Xin Qianyuan's main force was defending Luzhou and Shenjiang. His Majesty allocated these troops to him just to defeat the Huns in one battle, and then ordered Mingchen to negotiate and let them fight each other.

So he needs to be careful and not lose.

Show your face but don't show your butt.

If he loses, Mingchen will encounter many obstacles in the negotiations.

But at this moment,
"Snapped!"

A little red bird flew across the sky, then turned back to the west. It seemed that something had landed at the door of his tent.

"what?"

Wang Hanbo in the tent was stunned.

The vanguard standing at the door went forward to investigate, but when he saw what it was, he was shocked: "General, it's a Hun head."

A ferocious Hun head, his eyes wide open, he died with his eyes open.

Judging from the color of the blood, it seems that he had not been dead for long.

There are some ornaments on her hair and ears, and her identity seems to be not simple.

"kindness?"

Such a strange scene made Wang Hanbo a little confused.

"There's a letter tied to it."

The general plucked up his courage and handed the cloth tied behind his head to Wang Hanbo.

"kindness?"

This battle was full of weirdness.

He had a vague feeling that this head might be related to the Marquis of Jing'an who led 800 cavalrymen into the grassland and had no news since then.

After a brief moment of anger, he regained his senses and realized that the talented young man would not do such a reckless act that would surely lead to his death if he was not sure of his fate.

According to rumors, he raised a special white bird.

Thinking of this, he opened the cloth.

There were just a few words scribbled on it in blood.

However, when he saw this, his eyes widened with horror. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the head lying at the door. He opened his mouth and muttered dryly: "This... How is this possible?"

"This is the head of the Xiongnu commander. How to use it is up to you, General."

While the team was resting, Mingchen asked Fuyao to deliver the things over.

Tell Wang Hanbo that the enemy general is dead. It is up to Wang Hanbo to decide whether to use this information and his brain to do something.

The head of the Hun commander?

In other words, this is the head of the other party’s supreme leader?

This...this, how is this possible?
What did Mingchen do?
How did he do it?
Although the cloth was not signed, Wang Hanbo firmly believed that it must have been sent by Mingchen.

Could it be that this person really knows some kind of magic as the rumors say?

Did he really, relying on only 800 cavalrymen, break into the desert grassland alone, head straight for the elusive Huns' base camp, and kill the enemy's leader?

I wouldn't even dare to brag about this.

However, this fact actually happened before his eyes.

He was blaming Mingchen for being reckless at the beginning.

Now it seems that he is the clown.

Now he even wondered if Mingchen would think that he was the accessory of this trip?
"General?"

The general was curious about what Wang Hanbo saw. When he opened the cloth, he was shocked and stunned.

He had never seen Wang Hanbo with such an expression before.

"See for yourself."

Wang Hanbo handed the cloth in his hand to the other party.

This information is important, but it is not confidential.

"what?!"

Immediately afterwards, exclamations were heard in the tent.

The general's performance was even more exaggerated than Wang Hanbo's. He trembled violently and ran over to cover the head like a treasure.

"General! This... this..."

His face was half shocked and half ecstatic. He looked at Wang Hanbo and his words were a little broken.

His mind was in a mess and he didn't know what to say.

This is certainly good news!
Great news!

"This...how is this done?"

"who is it?"

Only the military god from more than seventy years ago could achieve such a level.

"Who?"

"Look, who's missing from our camp during this march?"

Wang Hanbo shrugged, his eyes gleaming as he said with emotion, "A man who creates miracles..."

After all, he still underestimated the youngest marquis in Qianyuan history.

"what?"

The general was stunned and frowned in thought.

Immediately, he was shocked: "Could it be..."

……

Mingchen had no idea what the general, who was thousands of miles away, thought of him.

The sky is clear, white clouds are floating, the grassland is endless, and the lush green grass sways gently in the wind.

As far as the eye can see, there is only green. It is such a beautiful view. It’s a pity... chaos and war are the main themes of this era, and no one can appreciate this place.

Will Sister Dai like the scenery here?

Will Your Majesty like it?

It would be nice if I had a camera to record it.

Mingchen sat on the small mound, gazing into the distance quietly, his thoughts in a whirlwind.

The horse beside him was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, its body covered with wounds, and it looked a little weak.

He had killed many people on this trip, and the smell of blood was still lingering on his body. He needed to get some fresh air here to get rid of the smell and relax his mind.

Not far behind him, a child was practicing martial arts diligently, while the eight hundred cavalrymen were resting on the spot.

After a night of no rest, no matter how elite or strong you are, you are still a human being and need to rest when you are tired.

"Whoosh!"

The red figure crossed the sky and landed accurately in Mingchen's hands.

"Has the stuff been delivered?"

Mingchen withdrew his gaze and gently poked the bird's head.

(End of this chapter)