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

Chapter 432 Mingchen Goes to Battle
"General, a signal has come from the front."

"The enemy has broken through three of our defenses and is rushing towards us!"

"General, what should we do?"

The messenger, looking terrified, reported to the general who was in charge of the entire army.

Ling Yu was stunned upon hearing this: "What?!"

She subconsciously exchanged a glance with Mingchen.

How did that Northern Emperor manage to do it?
Based on her experience and intelligence analysis, it was impossible for Qin Lou's current military strength to break through the three-layer defense line so quickly.

That's too fast, it's almost unbelievable.

How many enemy soldiers are there?

"An ominous sign!"

The only message the messenger could bring was a signal that the defenses had been breached from the front lines; there was no other information.

Ling Yu frowned and waved for him to leave.

Despite the tense moment, Mingchen remained relaxed, patted Lingyu's shoulder, and smiled, "Sister, how was it? Was I right?"

That's a brothel!

How could they be defeated so easily?

Mingchen is an old hand at layering cakes; he's used to preparing even more.

He knew that Qin Lou must have figured out that all the wars in Liuxia Mountain in the south were just a setup, and that Qin Lou was going with the flow, so he must have a backup plan.

As he spoke, he walked to the side and picked up the helmet.

Ling Yu frowned and kept asking him, "What are you going to do?"

She knew Mingchen's personality.

Mingchen has a deep-seated leadership mindset. He dislikes leaders taking the lead in battle and has complained several times about not liking Ling Yu and Xiao Xinyue going to the battlefield.

"Soldier against soldier, general against general, king against king."

To break through the defenses so quickly, Qin Lou is probably going all in.

Qin Lou will definitely take the stage himself.

Mingchen, holding his helmet, smiled at Lingyu and said, "Our Emperor is not suited for battle, so I will take his place."

He glanced outside the tent, his eyes seemingly filled with a hint of nostalgia: "Those soldiers... even other generals couldn't control them."

"no!"

Ling Yu knew Ming Chen's abilities, but still shook her head repeatedly, saying, "We don't know the enemy's strength yet, so you shouldn't go."

Cultivators are suppressed on the battlefield.

Ling Yu is no longer in the mood for fighting.

God knows how her world crumbled when she received the news of Mingchen's death.

All she wanted was for Mingchen to be well.

After the battle, they went to enjoy a peaceful and warm time.

Under these circumstances, she didn't want Mingchen to take any risks at all.

"Don't worry, Qin Lou wouldn't want me to die."

"I value my life so much! If I lose, I'll definitely protect myself!"

Mingchen winked at her: "Sister, hurry up and arrange the military formation to cover and cooperate with me."

Now that Mingchen had said this, Lingyu could no longer stop him.

She looked earnestly into Mingchen's eyes: "Okay!"

She didn't say the rest, but that was enough to convey her meaning to Mingchen.

If anything happens to you, I will never live on alone!

Mingchen simply smiled at him and walked out of the tent.

The moment he was away from his wife, Mingchen's smiling face gradually fell silent.

The white wolf was already waiting outside the door.

As the sun sets, snowflakes begin to fall.

The majestic white wolf sped off towards the setting sun.

"sough!"

The old, tattered military flag, some years old, fluttered in the wind, looking as if a slight gust of wind could shatter it completely.

Behind this flag, countless figures with powerful auras stood in neat rows, and the winter wind seemed even colder at this moment, sounding like the howls of countless evil spirits.

A sinister and terrifying aura gradually spread outwards.

As the setting sun cast its rays, a figure rapidly approached from afar.

"General!"

In an instant, the lifeless and oppressive army seemed to come alive, constantly looking at the people rushing towards them.

Mingchen rarely fights battles himself; he mainly deals with strategic issues of general direction.

Therefore, his subordinates mostly addressed him as "Lord Ming" and rarely called him "General".

Only the troops he personally led would call him that.

He personally led his troops in very few battles.

Among them, the most famous and the most ferocious were the eight hundred iron cavalry who swept across the Xiongnu grasslands.

Mingchen's most outstanding military achievements were in this battle.

The number of enemies killed is the most direct indicator of a soldier's prowess.

They killed far too many people!
Each of them had hundreds or even thousands of heads in their hands, and their legends still circulate on the Xiongnu grasslands to this day.

This force of eight hundred soldiers who followed Mingchen across the grasslands was the most unique army of the Qian Yuan dynasty.

Each of them possessed exceptional talent and unwavering loyalty. They had witnessed Xiao Xinyue's grand ambition and received a reward in return. Later, they followed Mingchen in battles across the grasslands, achieving remarkable feats.

After sweeping across the grasslands, they were scattered by Xiao Xinyue and stationed in various key military locations for garrison duty and training, enjoying a period of peace.

Later, after the war with the Northern Fierce Army, they were regrouped and intensified in training. The best of the best were selected from other units to expand the force to three thousand men, and they were given a formal military name: Blood Fiend Army.

This unit is a secret, a force overlooked by everyone. Few in the imperial court know about it, and only Ming Chen and Xiao Xinyue can mobilize them; even General Ling Yu cannot.

And now...

Knowing full well that hundreds of thousands of troops from both sides were engaged in a fierce battle at Liuxia Mountain in the south, and that the slightest mistake could result in being caught off guard.

Mingchen still transferred these soldiers here.

And these soldiers, who had not been stained with blood for a long time, finally met their old leader who had brought them fame throughout the world today.

"Gentlemen, the Northern Lie are attacking! The time for war has come!"

"It's time to show the world the might of our Blood Fiend Army!"

Mingchen rode the white wolf, looking down at the group of soldiers in front of him.

After several years, they were all familiar faces, and Mingchen's impression of them remained vivid.

He didn't spout any fancy words or talk about grand ambitions.

He simply and crudely shouted, "Are you willing to come with me?"

"willing!"

"willing!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

A pebble falls into the calm lake, creating ripples.

Mingchen's words reached everyone's ears: "An army is raised for a thousand days, but used for only one."

Now it's finally their turn to shine in this world once again!

In an instant, the cold army seemed to be filled with energy, and they kept shouting.

Perhaps there will never be another powerful minister like Mingchen in history, who has such privileges.

These people are practically becoming his private army.

Those present had at least a hundred kills to their name; they licked their lips, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

It exuded a menacing aura and possessed a terrifying presence.

They are wolves, predators, and now they are to hunt and kill under the leadership of their leader.

At the very front of the soldiers stood a resolute-faced general carrying a tattered military flag. His name was Li Ling, who had been Ming Chen's deputy general when he swept through the Xiongnu, and was now the commander of this army.

Mingchen ordered him to carry this military flag with him at all times.

He knew that Mingchen possessed some extraordinary abilities; every night in his dreams, he would see an old general devising military training plans for him.

Thanks to these training methods, the army's morale has not weakened in the slightest; on the contrary, it has become stronger.

What he didn't know was that at that very moment, the tattered military flag was fluttering in the wind, and a chilling wind was blowing.

The arrogant old man, whom only Mingchen could see, crossed his arms and pursed his lips: "Tsk tsk tsk~ It's still quite different from my giant elephant guards back in the day, it's barely enough!"

"Young man, may I take a look at this battle?"

"I've put so much effort into this unit, shouldn't I at least take a look?"

The inexpensive teacher said somewhat humbly to his unfortunate student, "Don't worry, I still have to teach your child military strategy! I certainly won't do anything reckless~"

Mingchen simply waved at him.

"go!"

The setting sun was like blood, and snowflakes were falling as the army marched mightily towards the swaying north wind.

……

"Boom boom boom~"

A series of booming sounds came from afar, and flying snow and mist obscured the view.

Only the vague outlines of countless figures could be seen rapidly approaching.

"Gudong..."

The soldiers guarding the city wall felt an inexplicable pressure, their throats bobbed involuntarily, they swallowed hard, and gripped their weapons tightly.

The enemy is coming!

The Beilie Army, which had been suffering repeated defeats at the hands of the Qian Yuan Army and had gained no advantage whatsoever, had actually reached their doorstep.

It sounds unbelievable, but the enemy really did break through the first three lines of defense and get to their heart.

They must defend desperately now!

……

"kill!"

A blood mist filled the sky as the tall and mighty emperor rode a white horse at the very front of the procession.

The strategy of feigning weakness and arrogance that had been going on for many days has finally paid off.

Qin Lou led his most powerful army with unstoppable momentum, easily breaking through the three lines of defense set up by Ling Yu with lightning speed.

Ahead lies the main force of the Qian Yuan army, where Ling Yu, Ming Chen, and other core leaders of the Qian Yuan army are gathered.

If this place is breached, Qinlou will have won.

He gazed at the flags fluttering on the city wall in the distance, his eyes bloodshot, his blood boiling. He raised his spear and roared with laughter: "Hahaha~ Warriors of the Tiger Might Army, charge with me!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The fierce army followed their leader, shouting loudly with overwhelming force.

"boom!"

The Qian Yuan garrison launched an artillery attack on the Bei Lie Hu Wei army.

Instead of retreating, Qin Lou, the leader, charged forward, carrying his spear and heading straight for the city amidst the barrage of cannon fire.

The soldiers behind them shouted loudly and charged forward bravely.

"Roar!"

As the army charged, the roars of fierce tigers could be faintly heard.

The powerful cannonball, seemingly blown aside by a strange wind while being blocked in mid-air, did not land in the army formation.

The Qian Yuan garrison soldiers stared in shock, unsure if it was just their imagination.

In a daze, they seemed to see a huge, striped white tiger return to the sky, slapping the cannonball away with its paw.

"Where is Mingchen?!"

"Come out and surrender to me!"

Mingchen, I'm here!

You lost!
The world should belong to my Qin family, to my Beilie family!

Thinking of this, Qin Lou's smile became even more flamboyant and unrestrained.

Breathing in the cold wind of the battlefield, he felt a surge of energy, as if he had become one with the army.

He was a monarch born for war, and only at this moment did he truly feel alive.

His cloak fluttered in the wind, his eyes were sharp, and his spear flashed coldly as he pointed it toward the fluttering banner of Qian Yuan on the fortress wall ahead.

An invisible sharp edge swept past.

"Kaka~"

To the astonishment of the defenders, Qian Yuan's red flag with a golden dragon suddenly broke.

However, at this moment,
"Whoosh!"

A flash of light appeared as the flag broke.

Another old military flag flew in and stuck straight onto the city wall. The tattered cloth swayed in the wind, and it looked as if it would be torn apart if not handled carefully.

"You bastard!!!"

They have no respect for their teachers and elders!
The old man floated in mid-air, looking at his old flag with a pained expression.

His flagpole is even a bit cracked!
This does seem to be the best spectator spot, but what's the difference between this bastard Mingchen doing and hanging him on the city wall to watch a show?!

Damn it, this unlucky disciple doesn't even have the word "respect for teachers" in his dictionary!

"kindness?"

Qin Lou seemed to have noticed something, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, turning his gaze to the west.

It was already late, the sun was setting, and a large group of soldiers marched in from the direction where the sun was setting.

Before the person arrives, the shadow arrives first.

They were backlit, their figures hidden in the shadows.

As their blades came, a terrifying aura spread outwards, and even the Northern Fierce soldiers, accustomed to the cold of winter, felt a chill for no apparent reason.

At the very front of this treacherous army, the white wolf galloped freely.

It was the person Qin Lou knew best.

Mingchen!

Knife against knife!

Currently, neither Beilie nor Qianyuan has a large number of troops concentrated on the main battlefield.

However, both Mingchen and Qinlou unanimously deployed their most confident and powerful armies.

The setting sun was like blood, and Qin Lou stood proudly in the sunlight, unrestrained and wild.

Mingchen, on the other hand, was hidden in the shadows, his back to the sunlight, making him appear sinister and eerie.

The aura of the two leaders was just like the temperament of the two armies.

"Good good!"

"Mingchen, you really did have a backup plan!"

Qin Lou frowned as he looked at the menacing and terrifying army behind Ming Chen, then spoke loudly.

It is clear that Qian Yuan's army is not stationed here now.

This means that Mingchen and Lingyu had indeed seen through the first layer of his military strategy and sent troops to ambush Qin Zhuang's forces in advance, leaving Lingyu's main force with insufficient troops.

but……

It seems that Mingchen has not only seen the first layer of the story, but also the second layer.

Even when Qin Lou charged in aggressively, Ming Chen already had a countermeasure in place.

Mingchen looked at the spirited Emperor Bei in front of him and smiled gently: "Your Majesty, it is getting late."

“You must be tired from your long journey. We won’t take advantage of you. Why don’t you take a rest?”

"Shall we fight again tomorrow?"

If we wait for him for a whole day, who knows what strange tricks he might have up his sleeve.

Qin Lou, brandishing his spear, pointed directly at Ming Chen's face: "Enough with the nonsense, come on!"

(End of this chapter)