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

Chapter 201: Devils are Abundant in the Central Plains
Birds fly very fast, and with a spread of their wings, they can go anywhere in the world.

After transforming into a phoenix, it was even more incomparable. Before Mingchen had even had a break after organizing his troops, the little bird had already run back and forth thousands of miles away.

"Fuyao Express, satisfaction guaranteed!"

Xiaoniao stayed with Mingchen for a long time, and their brain waves matched, so they learned all kinds of strange knowledge.

Even if people today don't understand the words, she can use them appropriately.

She puffed out her chest, raised her wings, saluted Mingchen, and said proudly.

"Hey~"

"Okay, okay~"

Mingchen touched Fuyao's head and said with a smile, "My Fuyao is the best!"

The journey has been very smooth.

But in fact, whether it is him or these eight hundred cavalrymen... it doesn’t matter, they can all be replaced.

The most important thing is actually this cute little bird.

Without signs, not to mention eight hundred, even eight thousand or eighty thousand people would be drowned in this vast grassland.

A stone falls into the sea without causing any waves.

The bird's eyes flashed, and he raised his head: "Fuyao's work is not in vain!"

"Sir, please settle the bill, thank you."

"It's a small business, no credit!"

Mingchen: ...

"No way, no way, no way~"

"My Master wouldn't just want Fuyao to work for nothing and then give her a verbal reward, right?"

Even after transforming into a noble phoenix, the bird remained unchanged.

There was a hint of cunning in her little eyes as she looked up at Mingchen.

There is no trace of the usual silly bird look.

"Fuyao knows that the young master whom Fuyao loves the most will definitely give Fuyao the reward that she loves the most."

You are really good at learning!
The depression caused by the killing seemed to dissipate in an instant.

Mingchen was choked by this increasingly naughty guy, and finally tapped her forehead and said unhappily: "You~ okay, okay, you've tired our little bird this time!"

"Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

"Hee hee~"

The bird's eyes lit up: "Really?"

She has prepared everything that needs to be prepared.

It's just these past few days, there have been constant battles and killings, and there hasn't been any suitable opportunity.

"Seriously...I'll give you whatever Fuyao wants."

If one really had to rank the importance of people and monsters in this world, Fuyao would undoubtedly be ranked first in Mingchen's heart.

Mingchen will give her whatever she wants.

"Hehe~"

"That's a deal~"

The bird flew to Mingchen's shoulder, stretched out its wings to hug him, and kept rubbing against his face, saying coquettishly: "Master~Master loves me the most~"

"I need to think about it carefully~"

"Go away! The feathers are stuck in my mouth!"

"Hehe~ No way, Fuyao is clean, what's wrong with licking her feathers~"

……

Three days later, in the Hun city, Ulaanbaatar.

In the heartland of the Xiongnu, the powerful leaders naturally had palaces and temples, unlike the lowest-ranking common people who roamed around.

Of course, although it is called a city, it is actually just a large settlement with simple walls and tents as the houses. It is not comparable to the Central Plains cities such as Yueyang City and Qingcang City.

It can't even challenge Xiaoyao City, and at most it can only compete with those border cities in the Central Plains.

"Who are you?"

"What are you doing here?!"

On the simple earthen wall, the Hun guards holding spears looked vigilantly at the group of troops in front of them that exuded a terrifying aura.

These people are monsters. Looking into the eyes of the cavalrymen in iron armor is like seeing a sea of blood and corpses, which makes one shudder.

They have killed too many people, are too dangerous, and too powerful.

Judging from the style of his armor and appearance, he should not be from their tribe.

More importantly, those war horses were tied with ferocious heads, and the blood was spreading, which was terrifying.

It seems... they are the Huns.

These people are obviously enemies, not friends.

"Translate and tell them I am an envoy from Qianyuan, and I want to see their Khan."

Mingchen stretched out the jade stick in his hand a little, tapped the head of the captured Xiongnu general lightly, and said lightly.

Although they burned, killed and looted along the way, they looked very cool.

But actually,
What eight hundred people can do now is already the limit. No matter what, it is impossible for them to defeat an army of ten thousand on the front battlefield.

We still need to use a planned strategy to deal with the Huns so that they will never become a threat again.

He came to negotiate, and although he maintained a high profile, he tried to be as peaceful as possible.

Even the king of rabbits has to save face, and no one is willing to support a king who is servile and has no courage.

A conflict broke out in public and people died, making it difficult to proceed with the next steps.

The captured grassland warrior had not had a good life recently. His face was thin and his eyes were dark blue. When Mingchen hit him, he shivered violently like a frightened bird.

Xubu Geji, the Hun who had earlier rushed to tell Mingchen that he could speak the Central Plains dialect, was the only senior general who survived in the headquarters of Shengluo Khan's army.

The rest...are all dead.

These eight hundred people are simply killing machines, they are devils.

They did whatever the young man said.

They are powerful and terrifying.

He saw with his own eyes how these eight hundred demons slaughtered all the brave and warlike warriors one by one.

Along the way, he also saw how this group of people slaughtered women, children, the elderly and the weak without batting an eyelid.

They were not at all confused and had a clear goal. Wherever they passed, no grass grew and no one survived.

It was only recently when he arrived at Hunye Khan's territory that he began to restrain himself.

He endured the high pressure of fear every day and dared not sleep at night. When he closed his eyes, he saw the scene of countless grassland people being slaughtered.

This is his nightmare, these people are demons.

He is even more evil than the military god that the Huns rumored to have destroyed the grassland seventy years ago.

At least the god of war does not kill civilians, women and children, or surrendered soldiers.

Why are these terrifying demons always so prevalent in the Central Plains?

Different butts naturally lead to different stances.

He would not remember how the grassland warriors massacred the people on the border of the Central Plains.

If you become a devil, everything you see will be a devil.

He was distracted for a moment, then met the other man's smiling gaze, trembling suddenly, and hurriedly shouted to the soldiers on the city wall: "He is an envoy from the Central Plains, and he wants to meet with Hunxie Khan."

He was afraid that if he was a step slower, the strange jade stick would poke his head again.

"Wait...Excuse me, are you General Shubuger?"

In such a vast grassland, there are actually only a few famous superiors.

Mingchen attacked and killed people indiscriminately, and those killed in the command center were actually very famous people among the Huns.

One of the guards looked at the dusty Xubu Geji and couldn't help but ask.

He had been to the holy city of Ulan Sumu and met Subugeri, a high-spirited general.

At that time, he was commanding thousands of troops and riding a horse to shoot eagles. It was really hard to connect him with the man in front of him who was in a dishevel and looked terrified.

He didn't dare to recognize him until Xubu Gezhi spoke the Xiongnu language, and then he came to his senses.

"I'm."

Being captured is a shame for a warrior.

The other party's gaze made Xubu Geji wish he could find a hole to crawl into. He curled his lips and agreed.

But he was lucky, he survived after all, and he was the only survivor.

Survival is better than anything else!
If the guard looked more carefully, he might be able to find a few familiar faces among the heads hanging on the war horses.

"General, what's up? Did you run into someone you know? And are you chatting about family matters?"

Mingchen, who was beside him, teased with a smile.

He didn't understand the Hun language, but he could tell that the guard probably recognized this man.

But when these words fell into Xubuger's ears, they might not sound so beautiful, as if they were a death warrant.

This seemingly harmless young man is the most terrifying devil.

No one can figure out what this guy is thinking.

Maybe in the next moment, his life will be taken.

He was filled with fear and kept shouting at the guard, "Open the door, open the door! He is very powerful!"

The guard frowned slightly. "From the Central Plains? Very powerful?"

Although the other party was full of murderous intent, he seemed to have no ill intentions.

The interweaving of various information was obviously beyond the capabilities of these few soldiers to handle.

To be honest... they don't want to fight, and they don't dare to fight...

The sight of that group of murderous soldiers made them tremble with fear.

He quickly replied, "Please wait a moment, I'll go and inform you."

……

"That fellow Tielehun is a madman."

"Has he forgotten the devil who killed 100,000 of our warriors seventy years ago?"

"How dare you reach out to the Central Plains?"

"I will never send troops!"

"Not only does he want to seize my throne, but he also wants my soldiers to fight to the death for him?"

"They don't learn the good things from the Central Plains people, but instead learn the bad things! And they want to collect my taxes to support their soldiers? There's no history of taxation in my tribe!"

In the royal palace of Ulaanbaatar, a Hun wearing an eagle feather crown kicked over the table, spilling wine and meat all over the floor, his face full of anger.

He was Daran of the Borjigin clan and also Hunye Khan.

Originally, he should have been the leader of this vast grassland.

His father was the previous Khan and passed the throne to his younger brother, who was the previous Khan.

The previous Khan had clearly left an edict for him to succeed him, return the throne to their family, and rule the grassland.

However, Shangdai Khan's son Borjigin Tielehun did not buy it. Borjigin Dalan had a large number of troops to support him, so he could not defeat the other party. It was very embarrassing for him, the legitimate new king, to be put here.

Finally, he came to Ulaanbaatar in disgrace and ruled over his subjects who were originally loyal to him.

His cousin Borjigin Tielehun also became the Great Khan, Shengluo Khan, with the support of the people.

It would be better for Dalan not to inherit this position!
He went there to get humiliated and lost everything. The entire grassland knew that Shengluo Khan was the recognized king of the grassland. As for Hunxie Khan, although he had the title of Khan, he was just a tribal leader.

Beside him was an old man who looked at his angry leader and said in a soothing tone, "Great Khan, we have already gone to war with the New Qianyuan."

"No matter what, our grassland tribes must unite and fight the enemy together."

"Otherwise, if the Central Plains army invades, we'll be finished, just like we were seventy years ago..."

"Humph!"

"You know it too!"

Borjigin Dalan snorted coldly: "That idiot Tielehun is leading our tribe to destruction!"

Perhaps if he were to take the throne of the Han Dynasty, he would do the same thing as Shengluo Khan.

However, there are no ifs in reality.

Now that he has a grudge against Shengluo Khan, it is natural that he will not support the other party.

He just belittled the other person as much as possible: "Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? You look like a sheep's butt, and you throw shit out when you talk. And you still want to marry the emperor of Qianyuan..."

Old man:  …

"Sweaty..."

At this moment, a soldier came running over.

"Eight hundred elite cavalrymen suddenly appeared outside the city, one of them being General Xubugeri of the Liling tribe."

"They claim to be the Qianyuan envoys and want to meet with the Khan."

"According to General Shubgezhi, they are very powerful."

Borjigin Dalan:?
Old minister:?
"Are you saying that eight hundred elite cavalrymen from the Central Plains crossed thousands of miles into our heartland and arrived in Ulaanbaatar, and brought with them Tielehun's capable general, Xubugezhi?"

Borjigin Dalan now has a kind of beauty that is like her brain is turned into a mess.

"Drag him down to sleep for a while and wake him up."

"Ah? The Khan?"

How did eight hundred Central Plains cavalry appear here? Was it the grassland god who guided them here?
Why is there still Xubu Gezhi, a general under Shengluo? Isn't he fighting against the Central Plains people on the front line?

Do you want to meet and talk with him?

How do these things connect together?
Borjigin Dalan felt that either the soldier in front of him was crazy, or he himself was crazy.

But unfortunately, no one seems to be crazy.

……

"Excuse me, Envoy Qianyuan, what brings you to Ulaanbaatar?"

In the palace of Ulaanbaatar, Dalan Borjigin asked the strange young man in front of him in a somewhat stiff Central Plains dialect.

The translation seems to be useless.

The worthless Xubu Geji lay aside, and the child who had been frightened all the way fell into a peaceful sleep.

He could finally stop being afraid and nervous.

His departure also brought a great shock to Dalanlai.

This strange young man killed the general who held a high position in Shengluo in his palace.

Mingchen appeared here with eight hundred cavalrymen and captured the general... Everything seemed to point to a terrible fact.

Sheng Luo is going to lose, and lose completely.

This is dangerous for the Huns, but a good thing for Dalan.

"I?"

The Xiongnu were very rough and the palaces they built were very ordinary.
Mingchen sat down, looked around, and then lost interest. He said to Dalan, "I'm here to talk to the Khan about cooperation."

"cooperate?!"

Before Dalan could say anything, the old man behind him suddenly raised his voice: "Why should we cooperate with you Central Plains people?"

Mingchen didn't understand the Xiongnu language he spoke. He just frowned slightly and glanced at the old man. Just this one glance was enough to shock the old man. He felt that this strange young man seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

He said to Dalan, "Great Khan, there are two khans in the same grassland. Doesn't this sound a bit strange?"

"Why does the Khan, who is the rightful Khan, not have the power to rule the grasslands?"

Mingchen didn't say anything beating around the bush and went straight to the heart of the matter.

Every word was precious, and each one went straight into Daran's heart.

Daran frowned slightly, looking at the overly young guy in front of him. The other party always had a smile on his face, but it was chilling and it was impossible to get a glimpse of his thoughts.

"What does the messenger want to say?"

"Have you ever thought about what would happen to you if Shengluo Khan defeated Qian Yuan?"

"Will you be honored? Will you be rewarded?"

"Winner takes all. You will get nothing except fame and territory for the victor."

Darlan unconsciously clenched his fists.

The people of Central Plains were indeed his enemies, but... he hated Shengluo Khan even more.

Mingchen said with a smile: "Since there is nothing to gain, why not try to unite with me, Qianyuan?"

"Our interests are converging."

"I, Qian Yuan, am willing to support the Great Khan as the legitimate ruler, the sole Khan of the grasslands...how do you think?"

The old man on the side narrowed his eyes upon hearing this and could not help but shout at him, "No! Great Khan, no!"

"The Central Plains people are cunning, they must be up to some trick!"

Dalan glanced at him and said in Xiongnu: "Uncle, shut up first."

Then he said to Mingchen with a serious expression, "Messenger, please speak."

Mingchen looks very kind and speaks in a friendly manner.

But he knew that the other party came with a high profile, half an alliance and half a threat.

The other party was right in front of him. After greeting him, he attacked and killed General Xubugerji.

This is a naked demonstration and warning.

If you are rude to him, he doesn't mind being rude.

The guards reported that the eight hundred cavalrymen outside the city were strangely powerful.

This was the first time he had seen such a reckless person, and he was hard to figure out.

If my uncle continues to argue, the other party might get angry, and it’s hard to say what the consequences will be.

Besides... he was very interested in what Mingchen said, and every word touched his heart.

On the contrary, his uncle's attitude towards him has always been to hope that he would support Shengluo Khan.

The old man widened his eyes but kept his mouth shut.

The noisy person fell silent. Mingchen narrowed his eyes and continued, "The Khan also knows that we are at war with Shengluo Khan, right?"

"Sheng Luo is arrogant and presumptuous. He sent an envoy to openly insult my king. I, Qian Yuan, will fight him to the death!"

"I might as well tell the Khan that I have already killed the commander of Shengluo's army of tens of thousands. I remember... his name was Bater, right?"

"There are other generals who are similar to this man, and their heads are still hanging on my soldiers' horses!"

Mingchen pointed at Xubu Geji who was lying on the ground and sleeping peacefully. His face looked calm, as if he was talking about something not worth mentioning.

But these words sounded like thunder in Dalan's ears.

"what?!"

Mingchen had no need to lie to him.

After meeting Xubugerji, he had thought about this possibility.

But when Mingchen said it himself, he was still shocked.

Who is that Battelle?

He is the uncle of Shengluo Khan and also his uncle, a great general of the grassland, with an army of 100,000 and great prestige.

His strong support was an important factor in Tielehun's ascension to the throne of Shengluo Khan, overriding the will of the previous Khan.

And such a person was so easily... killed by the man in front of him? He didn't even remember his full name.

Not only him, but also a group of senior generals?
Has the command center of Shengluo’s army been destroyed?

How many people did he bring?
Eight hundred men? Deep into the heart of the grasslands? Killing the heroes of the grasslands?

Such a niche language, I can’t understand it when they are put together.

Is this person a monster? Won't he get lost?

Fight all the way from the east, avoid the main army, and only take the base camp?

He looked more respectful and said to Mingchen, "What does the messenger want me to do?"

He knew very well the purpose of Mingchen revealing these things to him.

My previous hunch was correct.

Tielehun, that idiot, provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked!
This battle is bound to be lost.

Mingchen smiled and said, "How about the Khan also sending out his troops to join us in fighting against Shengluo Khan?"

"He has been unfair to you, why should you be kind to him?"

"Our dynasty wishes to establish an alliance and friendly relations with the Great Khan. We will soon send a caravan and envoys to trade with the Great Khan and promote the development of friendship between our two countries. What do you think?"

"Your Majesty of our dynasty recognizes the legitimacy of the Khan. If anyone rebels, Qianyuan is willing to provide assistance."

The purpose of sending envoys was to instigate long-term wars among the various Xiongnu tribes.

The purpose of sending caravans is to seize resources, and trade is not an equal transaction.

Paint a big pie of aid, wait until the two sides are almost done fighting, and then come late to wrap it up and flex your muscles.

If everything goes well, within a few years, when the Huns have almost exhausted their internal conflicts and Qianyuan's ministers have almost taken control of the situation, this place can become Qianyuan's pasture.

Negotiation is about standing in the other party's perspective, giving the other party what they want most, and giving them benefits, while at the same time concealing your own intentions to the greatest extent possible.

Making the other party feel that they are getting the upper hand will lead to successful negotiations.

At least that's what it sounds like to the other person.

Only when they feel that it is beneficial to themselves will they be driven to act.

This was the case every time Mingchen went on a diplomatic mission for negotiations.

"Oh?"

Darlan's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Really?"

He couldn't understand the meaning behind Mingchen's words.

But judging from the surface meaning, every one of them and every sentence could make his heart move.

The Huns were a nomadic people. Compared with the farming civilization of the Central Plains, they were undoubtedly more dangerous and more unstable.

Thousands of cattle and sheep cannot stop a disaster.

Epidemics, white plagues... can easily destroy a tribe.

They have long coveted the rich resources of the Central Plains, which is why they have plundered repeatedly.

If we can trade and get support from the Central Plains, it means we will have food and clothing.

Not to mention that there is a powerful force supporting its orthodoxy.

No matter which point it was, it touched Dalan's heart.

All he had to do was to join forces with Qian Yuan and start a war against Sheng Luo, who was his enemy.
The command center was taken over.

Sheng Luo will definitely suffer a crushing defeat in this battle and fall into a slump, with his strength and reputation greatly reduced.

These conditions were enough to make him abandon his alliance and go to war with his allies.

No… In his opinion, this might be about taking back what originally belonged to him.

(End of this chapter)