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

Chapter 204 New Car
Bai Lang's cultivation level was not very high, only about a hundred years, so he had no idea of Fu Yao's identity and abilities.

It originally lived in Qianyuan, and soon after it gained intelligence, it got into trouble.

The uncle who had been taking care of it was fighting with other demons. The powerful uncle was beaten until he vomited blood and shouted at it to run away.

It was so scared that it just ran in a random direction.

It kept running, crossing various provinces and counties in the Central Plains, crossing the desert, and reaching the endless grassland.

I couldn't run any more and was extremely hungry.

No one seems to be chasing it anymore.

It settled here.

It was greedy and would steal the cattle and sheep raised by the Huns from time to time, but it had never killed anyone.

On the contrary, he occasionally rescued some people.

No matter how well it is hidden in the vast grassland, it will occasionally be seen. However, the Huns have no ill will towards it, but instead admire it very much.

Several large Xiongnu cities would release cattle and sheep every year to satisfy its appetite.

The barren land is not as blessed with talented people as the Central Plains. It has been wandering here for nearly a hundred years, but has not seen any other monster cultivators.

As more and more people are respected, admired and believed in it.

It gradually became a little proud and felt that it was the god of this prairie.

Run freely on the grassland and enjoy this land that belongs to you.

Last night, the sacred tree descended, emitting a mysterious light and spreading endless charm, which made people yearn for it.

Seeing it from afar, it was overjoyed, thinking that it was a rare treasure that had finally been born, and that a precious thing had finally been created from the barren soil.

It was destined to be its chance encounter.

Running over in a hurry.

However, when dawn broke, the sacred tree disappeared, and only a lonely figure remained in this beautiful land.

Oh...and a little bird that's not worth mentioning.

This man and this bird were just ordinary people, and it couldn't sense any danger at all.

So he asked the Central Plains man questions in a threatening and majestic manner.

And the next moment... the world was spinning.

tragedy.

The insignificant little bird transformed into the unrivaled phoenix, and shattered the white wolf's dream of becoming a god with one claw.

Sorry, I'm still a child.

The messenger of God, who was floating around in the Huns' territory, was pressed to the ground by the terrifying power and finally regained his memory of running around in fear.

The opponent was not insignificant, but rather powerful beyond its imagination.

Even the demon that fought against my uncle a hundred years ago was no match for this terrifying beast.

"Great Immortal, have mercy on me!"

"This little demon can't recognize a true immortal, spare my life!"

"Spare my life!"

The white wolf appears majestic and arrogant.

But at this moment it was trampled in the dust.

He was overwhelmed by unmatched power and the scorching flames seemed to be about to devour him in an instant.

His body instantly turned into a little white dog. He surrendered and begged for mercy without any resistance. He looked at Mingchen pitifully and begged constantly. The majestic voice when he appeared seemed a little sharper.

The gap between the two is so huge that it is hard to believe.

Mingchen: ...

Aren’t wolves said to be proud?

There are no wolf acts in circuses.

Perhaps it’s because the circus in the previous life had never caught a white wolf of this species.

Maybe it's because they are both canines, but Mingchen seems to have found some of the shadow of an old friend in this creature.

"Humph!"

What should have been a pleasant moment of post-sex flirting was interrupted by this unfortunate guy.

Fuyao raised his head, somewhat dissatisfied, feeling that stepping on someone's head would only dirty his feet.

【Greedy White Wolf】

【To eat and drink to one's heart's content, to be at ease and carefree, to be safe and secure, is what one seeks. 】

Mingchen looked at the white wolf with great interest, as it surrendered so quickly and decisively, showing a huge contrast between the two before and after, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Signaling Fuyao to let it go.

The phoenix flashed and turned into a little red bird, flying back to Mingchen's shoulder.

No one could associate the gorgeous and mysterious phoenix with this ordinary red bird.

The harmless appearance made the white wolf tremble.

It leaned down and kept saying to the man and the bird, "Thank you, Great Immortal, thank you, Great Immortal!"

"Little demon, leave now, and go far away!"

"Don't bother you..."

After being freed from his restraints, he turned around and tried to run, but he was unable to finish his words.

"Don't worry~"

Mingchen looked at it with a smile.

Facing this mysterious man who had the help of Phoenix and whose depth was unknown, the white wolf trembled violently.

I thought I couldn't escape, it was really going to be bad.

He couldn't help but look at Mingchen with a bitter smile: "What else do you want, Great Immortal?"

"What's your name?"

"White Wolf is just a White Wolf."

It is concise and to the point. It was named by my uncle.

Mingchen asked again, "How can you speak the common language of the Central Plains when you live in this grassland?"

The white wolf does not know the bird's magic of transmitting sound, and can only speak human language.

Logically speaking, since they live here, they should speak the language of the Huns.

"Um... To be honest, Great Immortal, I wasn't born in the grasslands. I'm from the Central Plains."

"Oh?"

Sure enough.

Mingchen raised his eyebrows and said to him, "In that case, why not come back to the Central Plains with me?"

After Fuyao turned into a phoenix, Mingchen started thinking about changing his mount.

Firstly, it is too ostentatious. If the divine bird appears too many times, it will become worthless.

Secondly, for example, in the current situation of leading troops, he needs to travel with others, so he cannot just take advantage of the opportunity to leave and leave others behind.

This white wolf just meets the requirements and is not slow.

Regardless of his personality, at least he looks mighty and domineering.

Riding a mount like this is much more fun than riding a horse.

"Forehead……"

The white wolf paused, looking at Mingchen pitifully: "Great Immortal, I am living well here and don't miss the Central Plains anymore..."

Of course it understood the meaning behind Mingchen's words.

Following others means you have to listen to what they say.

He was free on the grassland, eating some cattle and sheep when he had nothing to do, and enjoying the respect of the Huns.

How wonderful!
It really was out of its mind, running to the place where the sacred tree descended and encountering these two evil stars.

"kindness?"

Mingchen raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a slightly frown.

Mingchen's glance frightened the white wolf so much that it kept pleading, "Great Immortal, my magical power is too low to reach the Holy Land of the Central Plains."

In other words, it is afraid of death.

"It's okay, I'm here to keep you safe, or rather..."

You want to die now?

Mingchen smiled at him but didn't say the rest.

This monster is timid and only bullies the weak and fears the strong. If we follow his words, we will only push him away and let him escape. We might as well try another way and pull him into our camp.

Coercion and inducement are simple and crude, but effective.

White Wolf:......

Mingchen seemed to have thought of something. He took a few steps forward, tapped his fingers lightly, and carved something on the white wolf's forehead.

An icy cold feeling came from the forehead. The white wolf didn't dare to move. He shivered and looked terrified.

After Mingchen finished painting, he said to Bailang, "This is the Fiery Curse. As long as you practice the magic formula and recite the spell, an eternal divine fire will be born, burning your soul and causing unbearable pain until death."

Of course, this is something he made up.

But whether it is true or not is not important. What is important is to make the other party believe it.

Why did the monkey, who was unruly at first, listen to the words of a weak man?
Isn't it just because there is a hoop on the head?

In the absence of other means to enhance loyalty, we must put a 'hoop' on the white wolf.

Fuyao and Mingchen were in unity of mind and had a perfect understanding. As soon as Mingchen finished speaking, a ring of golden flames appeared on the white wolf's head and disappeared.

The white wolf prostrated itself on the ground, begging Mingchen non-stop: "Ah? Great Immortal... Great Immortal, spare my life..."

I saw the flaming headband falling on my head.

The white wolf shuddered and felt his head getting hot.

It is not stupid and knows what this means.

The free life is gone forever.

regret!

At this moment, it can only regret. Wouldn't it be better to just stay on the grassland honestly?
Why do you have to come here and provoke this man and this bird?

"Relax, if you listen to me, I won't chant the spell."

Mingchen looked at it with a smile: "Would you like to go with me?"

Its eyes were drooping, its tail drooping, and its expression was uglier than crying: "Great Immortal, this little demon is willing."

If it doesn't like it, the fire curse will burn on its head.

"it is good!"

Mingchen walked forward and gently patted the white wolf's body. The soft white fur felt great.

The big stick is over, it's time to give two dates.

He nodded in satisfaction. "What good is this barren grassland? The food here is all smelly meat. Come back to the Central Plains with me."

"I can keep you safe."

“No one in the world knows what delicious food is better than me.”

"Whatever you want to eat, you can eat it, okay?"

Mingchen saw through the demon's heart and accurately grasped the white wolf's favorite thing.

Half threat, half temptation.

The despicable people from the Central Plains played the inexperienced little demons from the grasslands at their will.

Hearing Mingchen's words, the white wolf suddenly woke up. It raised its head abruptly, its eyes sparkling as it looked at Mingchen: "Are you serious, Great Immortal?"

It is greedy.

It just so happens that I have never eaten anything good.

When you come to the grassland, everything is nice. You can be free and unrestrained.

Take a stroll in the sun, scare the Huns, and live a wonderful and joyful life.

But the only thing I eat is... I just eat some raw food from cattle, sheep and horses, which is enough to fill my stomach.

To say it tastes good is bullshit.

Few Huns were good at cooking, so at most they could just roast it, and he rarely got to eat it.

When he was young, his uncle brought him some food from the Central Plains, which made him linger and he still remembers the wonderful taste.

But he was afraid of death, so he stayed on the grassland and never went back.

The loss of freedom is now an inevitable outcome.

If I follow this immortal back to the Central Plains and eat some delicious food, it doesn't seem so bad. "Seriously!"

Mingchen nodded with a smile and said as a matter of course: "I never lie."

Bai Lang thought for a moment, then bowed his head towards Ming Chen and said, "Okay! I'll listen to you, Great Immortal."

White Wolf will never be a slave unless he is provided with food and shelter.

In order to get a bite of food, Bailang was willing to sell himself to Mingchen.

"Hey!"

Got a new car.

……

"This... this is such a big wolf!"

"Dad, is this a messenger from the gods? Who is riding it? Is it a god?"

"This this……"

"Central Plains people, could it be that these Central Plains people are people recognized by the gods?"

“God bless you…God bless you…”

……

Everyone looked up in the same direction, their eyes wide open, their faces filled with disbelief.

It could be panic and fear, tension and worry, or faith and reverence.

The pure white and soft fur rippled in the wind, and the streamlined body was full of wild beauty. The majestic white wolf broke into the city, and its natural power was overwhelming and shocking.

The Canglang tribe already believed in the Wolf God, and the wolf was their totem. Seeing the majestic and powerful white wolf, they were trembling with fear, some even falling to their knees, praying profusely.

Some people with sharp eyes also saw that there was a person sitting on the back of the white wolf.

Apart from the gods, who can sit on the back of such a mythical beast?

He was not a strong Hun warrior, nor was he a king who roamed the grasslands.

But a young man from the Central Plains.

The gathering of various kinds of information was enough to shock the Huns.

Some strange things happened yesterday, like the earth rumbling in the middle of the night and a sacred tree suddenly growing in the distance.

Like a divine bird flying high into the sky in the early morning.

Plus the mythical beast white wolf that walked into the city today.

What happened?

But unfortunately, the man riding the white wolf did not give them any extra glances, nor did he explain their doubts.

Mingchen drove the new car around and then arrived at the gathering place to say goodbye to the owner.

"Khan, we're leaving now!"

The Eight Hundred Cavalry had strict military discipline, and even when Mingchen left for a while, there was no unrest.

Mingchen didn't care about other people's gazes. He rode on the back of the white wolf and waved to Dalan with a smile.

The intelligent white wolf is much easier to control than a galloping horse, and Mingchen soon became familiar with driving the new car.

time to go!
So far, the purpose of coming to the grassland has been successfully achieved.

There are even many unexpected gains.

Mingchen was still in a good mood.

"Forehead……"

"Messenger, be safe on your journey and have a safe trip."

This evil star is finally gone.

Since he came, Ulaanbaatar has never been peaceful.

Dalan stared blankly at the white wolf that Mingchen was sitting on, and he was still shocked.

This guy...is he really a born hero?
Since he came here, he has repeatedly done things that shocked the world.

Eight hundred cavalrymen bravely entered the grassland, seized Sheng Luo's headquarters, and negotiated with him...

Every event is a record that can be engraved in history.

Even to the point of taming this legendary beast and riding it.

He is simply a god.

Are the people from the Central Plains so scary?

He strongly suspected that the sacred tree last night and the sacred bird in the early morning were both created by this person.

It seemed that wherever he went, miracles would happen.

Mingchen bowed to the other party and said, "Goodbye!"

He led eight hundred powerful cavalrymen and disappeared from the enemy's sight.

……

"what?!"

"All dead?!"

"My uncle is dead?!"

"This...how is this possible?!"

"How could eight hundred people from the Central Plains appear here?"

"You're lying!!! You must be lying to me!!!"

……

Although people in Ulaanbaatar were shocked by the endless miracles, the atmosphere was still normal.

But on the other side, the holy city of Ulan Sumu, the political and cultural center of the Huns, and where the Khan resides.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and the turbid air made it hard to breathe, but it was a completely different scene.

In the palace, a man with golden paint on his face looked ferocious. He took a few steps forward, grabbed the collar of a panicked soldier, and kept yelling at him.

He is the actual ruler of the Xiongnu today, Shengluo Khan, Borjigin Tielehun.

He has a strong build, a big face, and is covered in flesh, but his facial features are small. No wonder Dalan said he looks like a sheep's butt.

And now, his face was red and his features were wrinkled together, making it look even more like...

Anyone can see that he is not in a good mood.

As the heroic ruler of the grassland, the supreme leader, and the commander of 100,000 Xiongnu cavalry, he had the capital to provoke Qian Yuan.

The 30,000 troops sent by Qian Yuan seemed like a toy to him. Unless Qian Yuan could abandon everything, use all the strength of the country, and send hundreds of thousands of troops to wipe them out, otherwise, they would not pose any threat to him at all.

Qianyuan is now in pieces and in constant internal strife, which is his chance to take control of the Central Plains.

Using the New Qianyuan as a springboard, he will charge directly into the Central Plains. This invincible grassland warrior will break through everything and build a great nation. He will also become the most shining hero in history.

However, when I was imagining the beautiful dream, everything seemed to have collapsed before it even began.

The fighting on the front line is going well.

His uncle kept sending him messages, telling him not to worry.

But suddenly one day, several dusty soldiers came back, shouting "devil" loudly, bringing news that was like a bolt from the blue.

The army headquarters fell, and all the senior generals he sent out, including his most important uncle, were killed!
He just died at the hands of a mere 800 people.

How could a mere 800 people from the Central Plains cross the grassland and find the location of his army's headquarters?

Moreover, how could a mere 800 people be a match for the nearly 10,000 troops in the base camp?
These soldiers who claim to be warriors of the grasslands, are they all just trash?!

"Why did you come back alive?!"

Thinking of this, he became even more angry, and frightened the several embarrassed Hun deserters to tremble.

Mingchen did issue an order to wipe out all the enemies, but there were too many soldiers in the base camp, and some would slip through the net and escape, so there was nothing that could be done about it.

However, it is actually a good idea to pass the message back to Shengluo Khan and promote subsequent plans.

Tielehun kicked several deserters who had reported the incident aside and said, "You are deserters who have fled in panic! You are a disgrace to my tribe! Drag you to the rooftop and feed you to the eagles!"

"Great Khan...Great Khan...Great Khan, spare my life!"

The soldiers never expected that after escaping from the group of ferocious monsters at the front line with great difficulty, they would be executed by the Khan.

He kept shouting, and his voice gradually faded away.

"Humph!"

Tielehun's face turned pale and he kicked over the table.

"Eight hundred people... eight hundred people..."

"This is impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

He kept shaking his head and muttering, as if questioning himself, but also as if comforting himself.

Hidden beneath this tremendous anger is actually endless fear.

Although he said that he didn't believe the lies of the deserters and the news sounded like a fairy tale, he actually believed it no matter how reluctant he was.

There is no reason for the other party to come back and lie.

He knew that the war was over.

Everything has exceeded his expectations.

He can fail.

Even if he lost to Qian Yuan, it would only be the loss of 1,800 soldiers. He never expected the result to be like this.

A complete defeat!

This war almost destroyed his foundation.

Even the gods could not have predicted that eight hundred cavalrymen would cross the grassland and wipe out all the Hun headquarters.

Somehow, he thought of the devil who had shattered the grassland seventy years ago.

Why are there always such terrible people in the Central Plains?
Then what……

What should he do?
The grassland is not like the Central Plains, where the royal family has been in charge for hundreds of years and the world is stable.

If you fail to be a good leader, the consequences will be very ugly!
Apart from anything else, that mediocre cousin was just watching eagerly from the side!
After suffering such a devastating defeat and with his uncle who supported him dead, what should he do next?

"Report!"

"Great Khan, news has arrived from the north that eight hundred Central Plains troops have appeared in Ulanbaatar, along with General Xubuger."

"Hunxie Khan personally received their leader with a friendly attitude."

At this moment, another soldier came running and reported loudly to Tielehun.

"what?!"

Tiele's pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly raised his head and looked at the other party.

Eight hundred people!
It’s these eight hundred people again!

Showed up in Ulanbaatar? Was Dalan personally meeting him?
Various pieces of information were intertwined, and everything was enough to form a complete story in Tielehun's mind.

"Okay!"

"Okay!"

"I returned your title of Great Khan out of respect for our past friendship, and you rebelled and joined forces with outsiders to attack your own people?!"

Tielehun shook his head, his teeth chattering, his eyes bloodshot as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

Why can a mere 800 cavalrymen roam freely in the grassland like fish in water, with no restrictions on supplies, direction...

This is simply impossible!
There is only one explanation, there is a rebellion in the grassland!

Someone has joined forces with the Central Plains people to rebel!
Obviously, all the criticisms are now directed at one person, and that person is Darlan.

In his rage, Tielehun actually felt as if he had survived a disaster by grabbing a life-saving straw.

Well done!

Well done, Darlan!
Even if the story is false, he wants to make it true!
"Send people to the front line and have Qiulinbatu turn around and head directly to Ulaanbaatar!"

"Dalan committed treason and joined forces with Qianyuan to murder his own people!"

"Call the troops! This Khan will personally lead the army to wipe out the rebellion!"

He picked up a hammer and roared angrily at the soldier who was delivering the message.

He can't stop now!
Once he stopped, the news of the tragic defeat would spread, and he, as the supreme leader, would have no way of escaping the blame, which would be an almost devastating blow to his leadership authority.

All we can do now is continue the war!

We must fight, and we must win.

Attack Dalan. As long as Dalan is eliminated, the negative emotions caused by the defeat in the war can be alleviated and all the people's anger can be thrown to Dalan.

As long as Dalan takes the blame for him and then bears the public anger and is punished, he can get through this difficult time safely.

……

(End of this chapter)