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

Chapter 202 I Kneeled Down by My Own Ability, Why Do You Want Me to Stand Up? (More to Come Tomorrow)
"Emissary, I am willing to form an alliance!"

"Qian Yuan will always be a friend of the Canglang Tribe!"

Dalan looked at Mingchen eagerly: "If I succeed to the Khanate, I wish to honor the Great Emperor Qianyuan as the Saint Khan, and my troops will be at your disposal!"

He also made a meaningless promise to Mingchen.

It just sounds nice.

If he could gain so many benefits by submitting to Qian Yuan, he would certainly be willing to do so.

Anyway, for him, it made no difference whether he was a vassal to Qian Yuan or a vassal to Shengluo Khan.

Qianyuan was too far away to take care of him.

"it is good!"

"The Khan is indeed a hero of the grasslands and a wise lord!"

Everything went too smoothly. The idiots on the grassland were much easier to fool than those cunning people in the Central Plains.

The despicable people of the Central Plains smiled and praised the eagle of the grassland.

In fact, even if the negotiations don’t go well, it doesn’t matter if Dalan is as stubborn as that old man.

As long as he appeared here and Xubuger died here, his goal would have been achieved.

After suffering a defeat, Shengluo Khan will surely frantically look for excuses.

A leader must not take the blame for failure on himself, as this will be a huge blow to his authority.

And under such circumstances, people from the Central Plains appeared in Hunye Khan's territory and killed his generals. All of this was enough to serve as the fuse for the civil war.

Internal rebellion led to the failure of the war!
They have irreconcilable contradictions.

There is no need for Dalan to take the initiative to send troops. As long as this battle is over and Qianyuan withdraws his troops, Shengluo Khan will turn around and attack him.

Dalan also smiled and bowed to him with the etiquette of the Central Plains, saying, "Your Excellency, thank you for your compliment!"

In the future, he will be the Khan of this grassland, the only Khan.

"No!"

Qianyuan's envoy and the future Khan of the grassland were talking to each other with their own thoughts, but they heard the distressed voices of others.

"No!"

"Great Khan, how can we unite with Qian Yuan to attack our own tribe? You still want to respect him as your master?"

"How to face the ancestors?"

"My Canglang tribe would rather roam freely amidst hardship than kneel down to the Central Plains for wealth and glory!"

The old man beside was listening to the conversation between Mingchen and Dalan.

Until finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer and kept shouting at Daran.

He can understand the Central Plains dialect, but to this day he still speaks the Xiongnu language.

He could not accept Dalan's alliance with the Central Plains people, so he turned his spearhead against his own people.

"shut up!!!"

Darlan was in high spirits, so how could he allow others to disobey him?

After all, he is the Khan.

Although the position is awkward, the ambition is there.

I will still be in control of real power in the future, so how can I listen to this old man questioning me again and again?

His smile faded, and he glared at the old man coldly: "Asutai, are you the Khan or am I the Khan?!"

"It's settled!"

I, the Great Khan, knelt down on my own merits. Why do you want me to stand up?!

Go find other tribal leaders and see if Qianyuan is willing to support them?
"Great Khan, why does this old gentleman always hinder us from establishing diplomatic relations?"

"This is obviously something that is beneficial to you!"

"If there is any interference, it will probably only interfere with Shengluo Khan's interests, right?"

"Why is the old man so reluctant to harm Shengluo Khan?"

"Tsk tsk tsk~"

"Let me guess. Didn't the old gentleman encourage you to send troops to join forces with Shengluo Khan to attack the Central Plains? Wouldn't that be of any benefit to you?"

Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again.

I've been annoyed by this whining old man for a long time!
Unfortunately, Mingchen does not have the traditional virtue of respecting the elderly.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at the old man and Daran, and spoke lightly, as if hinting at something.

With just a few light words, he pointed the finger at the old man.

He didn't say anything, but he led to the question and lightly added fuel to the fire.

It vaguely pointed in a direction that Darlan could not tolerate and planted the seeds of provocation.

Sometimes, killing does not necessarily require a sword, words can also be used.

Even...it's possible to kill more than just him.

He didn't know whether this old man was from Shengluo Khan's side.

But it doesn't matter.

People rise and fall in this world, whether they are clear or turbid, who can tell clearly?

What matters is not what his foundation is, but what he says and what he does.

The old man seemed to have a great hatred for the Central Plains. Regardless of whether he was from Shengluo or not, he probably told Dalan that he wanted to send troops to fight against the Central Plains.

This may be the right thing for the Huns as a whole.

However, the Xiongnu were originally a nomadic federation, with each tribe having a high degree of autonomy. This was beneficial to the Xiongnu as a whole, but not to Dalan personally.

Since Mingchen, an outsider, said this, his own purpose would be unclear.

"what?!"

Mingchen's few light words just hit Dalan's most sensitive nerves.

Of course he understood Mingchen's hidden meaning.

He frowned and stared at the old man in front of him.

Unfortunately, Mingchen guessed it right.

Just recently, this old man advised him to send troops to support Shengluo!
Could it be that... he is really an undercover agent of Shengluo Khan?
"Uncle! I've treated you well, why are you doing this to me?!"

No wonder Dalan couldn't defeat Shengluo Khan, whom he had never met.

In terms of intelligence, the brave grassland warriors do seem to be lacking.

Regardless of whether what Mingchen said was true or false, he shouldn't show it at this time.

Letting outsiders see your household affairs will only reveal more information and allow them to take advantage of it.

"Great Khan!!!"

"This old minister is loyal, and the sun and the moon can bear witness to it!"

Bring disaster to oneself.

The old man never expected that his nephew, whom he had raised since he was a child, would target him just by listening to a few words of instigation from the Central Plains people.

"Great Khan, have you forgotten? Seventy years ago, tens of thousands of warriors from my tribe perished at the hands of the Qianyuan devil!"

"How can we form an alliance with such a deep hatred?!"

Seventy years is enough to erase many things and wear away many emotions.

For example, Dalan is very young and two generations apart, so he has no feelings about this matter.

But the old man had witnessed the collapse of the grasslands over the past seventy years with his own eyes, and his resentment towards the Central Plains had never faded.

"Zhi!"

"You despicable Central Plains person, die right here!"

His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, and he suddenly pulled out a dagger and wanted to stab Mingchen.

This despicable and cunning Central Plains man is dead.

Everything I had said to Daran before collapsed and became invalid.

"uncle!!!"

Dalan's eyes suddenly shrank.

This guy is a ruthless person who took down Shengluo’s command center!
Showing off your weapons with him... what does that mean?!

The situation is completely out of control.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, a flash of emerald light appeared.

The old man's eyes suddenly shrank, and he stared blankly at the jade stick that pierced his throat.

He glared at the young man in front of him with resentment.

He fell to the ground and fell into a peaceful sleep with Xubugerji.

"Great Khan, I come here on behalf of Qianyuan, with sincerity."

"What does this mean?"

"Can I understand this as a provocation to me?"

Regrettably.

Mingchen also wants to watch some dog-eat-dog fights!
Mingchen questioned Dalan with a cold face, saying that Dalan had killed someone else on their territory.

He came here with a high profile, so he should be decisive and swift in the face of provocation.

The old man has already drawn his weapon towards Mingchen, so Mingchen has the qualifications and reasons to kill him.

Even after he had repeatedly objected, Mingchen took action.

Originally, he didn't need to kowtow to Dalan, nor did he need to have a very close relationship with him.

After all, if this guy becomes too powerful in the future, we will need to find a second "Dalan" to check and balance him.

This battle defeated Shengluo. With Dalan as the leader, many people would compete to become Qianyuan's son in the future.

Being close yet distant is the best state.

It's not good to be too close to him.

"uncle……"

"This……"

No matter what, he is my uncle whom I have seen grow up.

Even if there are doubts now, it is not Mingchen's turn as an outsider to intervene.

Even, he was killed so cleanly and efficiently.

This is tantamount to trampling on the face of his master.

This made Dalan feel angry and as if he had been slapped in the face.

But unfortunately, he felt very depressed.

It was my uncle who drew his knife first. If Mingchen doesn't kill him, he will be killed.

It is a legitimate defense and Mingchen is right no matter what.

Moreover, the other party was very powerful and killed a number of senior generals from Sheng Luo's side.

The eight hundred powerful cavalrymen are still guarding outside!
The other party is in a high position. Since the alliance has been established, he has to swallow this loss and provide well for the person in front of him.

"no no……"

He gritted his teeth, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry... Messenger, I didn't restrain my subjects well."

"I am full of sincerity towards Qianyuan's alliance."

"Humph!"

Mingchen snorted coldly and left.

……

Mingchen did not leave immediately, but stayed in Ulaanbaatar for another two days.

First of all, it allows the 800 men under his command to have a good rest and replenish supplies.

Secondly, it was to confirm the alliance and ensure that Shengluo Khan on the other side knew that he had come to Dalan, that they had a close relationship, and that they had discussed some things in secret.

Even if Dalan is not in agreement with the alliance and agrees not to send troops, Shengluo Khan will come back to him in the future.

Thirdly, you can also have some fun here and experience different cultural features and exotic customs.

A government-funded trip should look like a government-funded trip. I've been working overtime these days and the pressure is a bit high. I need to have a good rest anyway.

He has already gone around to steal the base. If Wang Hanbo can't handle it on the front battlefield, he might as well resign.

Unfortunately, those brown beauties dancing barefoot with veils in novels and comics are all lies! The Huns were exposed to the wind and sun every day, and there were no exotic beauties to be seen, only some weathered sisters.

Dalan was afraid of offending him, so even though Mingchen had killed his uncle with his own hands, he still treated him to delicious food and drink for the past two days.

Taking a rare opportunity to relax, Mingchen strolled around the market, picking and choosing some local specialties as gifts to take back.

Just like any other business trip.

Following behind him was a Hun servant, who was specially sent to him by Dalan.

Responsible for taking care of Mingchen's daily life.

"Woooooo~"

Suddenly the wind started to blow, and a humming sound came from afar.

"Ow~"

A wolf-like roar came from afar, rippling out in circles. The sound was very recognizable and seemed to be mixed with a bit of special power.

Dark clouds covered the sky and the wind seemed to be stronger.

"The day of sacrifice is almost here."

"May the Canglang bless you!"

"The weather is exceptionally cold this year, so please don't let there be a whiteout."

"May the Canglang bless you!"

……

The Huns passing by trembled all over, as if they remembered something.

Looking towards the north, he clasped his hands together and prayed devoutly.

Mingchen didn't understand the Xiongnu language, so he turned around and asked the Xiongnu attendant with great interest, "What's going on?"

"Your Excellency does not know."

This servant is the child of a Xiongnu and a Central Plains person. Compared with Dara, he speaks the Central Plains dialect quite fluently.

I've been getting along pretty well with Mingchen these past two days.

With a humble expression, he said to Mingchen, "This is the custom of our Canglang tribe. We believe in and worship the god of the grassland, and the Canglang is our totem."

He rolled up his sleeves towards Mingchen, and a ferocious wolf head tattoo was clearly printed on his arm.

"Every year before winter, the gods will send down omens to guide our tribe forward."

"The Gray Wolf is the messenger of the gods. Before winter arrives, when dark clouds cover the sky and strong winds blow, we need to exile a hundred cattle and sheep to feed the Gray Wolf and offer them as a sacrifice to the gods."

He looked towards the north, his face full of respect, and said to Mingchen, "The gods will protect us. When winter comes, there will be no white disasters, no sudden snowstorms, so that the cattle and sheep will not be able to dig through the snow and eat green grass."

"According to the time, this year's sacrificial day is almost here."

"Oh?"

Mingchen narrowed his eyes when he heard this and looked at the surrounding scenery with interest.

The cultural structure of the Xiongnu is different from that of the Central Plains.

What about the gods believed in here?
Are there some monsters here?

"What's the result?"

Mingchen asked him again, "Is there really no disaster?"

"Forehead……"

The waiter twitched his lips and laughed dryly, "Sir, the power of nature is endless. Even gods cannot defy it."

"If nature really wants to punish us with a blizzard, even after we've performed the ritual, the snowstorm will still come."

Mingchen rolled his eyes: "Then why offer sacrifices?"

The spiritual one comes first.

As an uncivilized people, these Huns on the grasslands are not very smart.

If it doesn't work, why offer it as a sacrifice? Giving away a hundred cattle and sheep for nothing, wouldn't that be a waste!

The poop of our ancestors was always fragrant. No wonder after all these years, he still looks like such a piece of shit.

"It is said that it worked long ago."

Mingchen spoke a little bluntly.

The waiter was a little embarrassed and said stiffly, "This has been the tradition here for hundreds of years."

He pointed to a white wolf puppet being sold at a nearby stall and said, "We do have a legend here about a messenger from the gods saving a child lost in the grasslands."

"A hundred cattle and sheep can save more children and adults."

Mingchen shrugged.

Of course, although they were allies in name, Mingchen never considered them as allies.

It wouldn't be a bad thing for Mingchen if the other party did a few more stupid things.

(End of this chapter)