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

Chapter 88: A quarter of an hour is still a bit insulting
Is there any difference after transformation?

After transforming, can this stupid little bird resist him?
Mingchen didn't quite understand the unlucky guy's train of thought.

He looked at the sickly bird and asked, "Are there any side effects?"

The bird shook its head, as if it had thought of something, and nodded.

Mingchen was shocked and stood up suddenly. He stared at the innocent-looking Xiaoniao and raised his voice unconsciously: "What side effects?"

The bird spread its wings and said bitterly, "It still has its wings and claws."

This might be the reason why Grandpa Tree didn't let her practice in advance.

Still careless!
Mingchen let out a breath and asked, "Nothing else?"

Okay, where is the monster girl?

The problem is not too big.

The bird shook its head: "No more."

Mingchen frowned: "You won't be able to change back after you transform?"

"No, I still need to practice more, and I can change back."

This guy may have some misunderstanding about the side effects.

Mingchen felt relieved after hearing this. He reached out and tapped Xiaoniao on the forehead: "Next time you do something like this, tell me. If you do it again, you're done!"

You still dare to say such harsh words?
It was a good thing that this guy changed back too early, otherwise he would have beaten this naughty kid's butt to pieces.

"Hmm~"

The bird knew it was in the wrong, so it rubbed against Mingchen and forced a smile.

She lay in Mingchen's arms and said coquettishly, "Master, I'm tired~"

"Rest if you're tired."

White feathers were scattered around the room, and a black cat was napping by the window.

The rain was drizzling outside, and everything returned to calm.

"By the way, how long can you maintain that form just now?"

"Um, about a quarter of an hour."

"Tsk tsk... it's a bit short."

A quarter of an hour is still too insulting.

……

"Report!"

"General, General Zhang Zhenyu has sent a message."

"The Zhenling Guanxi garrison's food and fodder were cut off, and they were attacked by the enemy at night during the march. Our army suffered heavy losses and is now retreating towards Guandong. We request reinforcements."

The sky was dark and rainy.

In Wancheng, Lizhou, in the tent of the Beilie Army's commander-in-chief, a signalman, covered in dirt, ran into the tent and reported loudly.

"what?"

The decoration in the tent was simple, with a sand table, a table, and a stack of books.

A tall and strong man wearing armor raised his head and frowned slightly.

He was about forty or fifty years old, with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was serious and had an aura of majesty wherever he went.

The great general who defends the country, Tian Hong.

He was the supreme commander of the Beilie Army and also a pillar of the country with outstanding achievements.

He once helped a young ruler come to power in the midst of chaos, quelled civil strife, fought against the Huns in the west, and united the war in the south... He was invincible in every battle, with outstanding achievements, and even had the potential to surpass the emperor.

If Hou Buchen is the military god of Qianyuan, then this great general is the god of war in the eyes of the Beilie people.

He also led the army in the three-year war between Qianyuan and Beilie.

"Zhang Zhenyu? Has the food supply been cut off?"

"He led an army of 8,000, so how did they suddenly get defeated? How many were the enemy troops?"

Bei Lie had the advantage in this battle, and Qian Yuan had no one who could stand out, so he rarely heard bad news.

Facing the imposing general's calm face and questioning gaze, the messenger spoke nervously, "Recent rains have incessantly reduced our base to low-lying terrain. General Zhang judged the terrain unfavorable and decided to break camp and march to Baishui, ten miles away. However, our food and fodder were suddenly cut off, and General Zhang ordered us to rest and gather intelligence. The next night, we were attacked by three thousand unexpected troops, resulting in heavy casualties."

"General Zhang had no choice but to lead his troops to retreat to Zhecheng."

Tian Hong narrowed his eyes when he heard this, stepped onto the sand table map, and looked at it quietly.

War is a battle between hundreds of thousands of troops on both sides, with countless small battles. Small failures cannot affect the outcome of the war, but they can reveal many details.

People in high positions of power control the most resource allocation, and even small actions may lead to immeasurable consequences, so they need to be extremely cautious.

He raised his eyes and asked, "Who is the general leading the Qianyuan army?"

He is quick-witted, decisive, and agile in his tactics.

Just from the details of this battle, one can infer that the enemy commander should not be simple. At least the Qianyuan defenders he knows at present should not have such ability.

"Um...I don't know."

At this moment, another messenger walked into the tent: "General, a secret report from Qianyuan."

He took two steps forward and handed a letter to Tian Hong.

Tian Hong took the paper, opened it, narrowed his eyes slightly, and murmured softly: "Ling Yu?"

The new governor of the capital, young and having just passed the military examination...

When he saw what was happening behind him, he was shocked.

"Suspected to be Hou Buchen's disciple?"

"Hou Buchen..."

Every Beilie person will never forget this name.

To Qian Yuan, Hou Buchen was a hero and a military god.

But to Bei Lie, Hou Buchen is a devil and a murderer.

That military god destroyed the country with his own hands, forced the emperor to commit suicide to apologize, and caused chaos in the North for twenty years. These are all indelible shames recorded in history.

Tian Hong frowned, and the letter paper in his hand had become wrinkled without him knowing when.

"You guys go down."

"Yes!"

The soldiers retreated, and Tian Hong was the only one left in the tent.

He let out a light breath, walked to the door of the tent, and looked into the distance.

It's not a good day now, with dark clouds and continuous rain.

Gusts of cool wind carried icy water vapor, passing through the armor and blowing into people's flesh. Tian Hong couldn't help but feel a chill.

This continuous rain gave the enemy a victory and brought fame to the little devil.

He looked at the sky and murmured softly, "It's autumn now, time is running out..."

Qianyuan was plagued by internal and external troubles and rebellions, and could no longer hold on.

But in fact, the seemingly aggressive Bei Lie is not having an easy time either.

Three generations of monarchs worked hard to govern the country, and the family wealth accumulated over fifty years has almost been used up. There have been rumors of peace talks in the court for a long time.

If winter comes and the Mother River enters an ice age, then realizing his wish to destroy Qianyuan... would be too unrealistic.

"Seventy years ago, Hou Buchen appeared. Seventy years later...will another military god appear?"

Is it true that heaven is blessing Qian Yuan?
Give them the best land and the most talented people...

However, the next moment, his eyes gradually became firm, his face became cold, and he couldn't help but snorted: "Humph!"

"I won't allow that!"

A young man in his twenties is just inheriting the afterglow of his ancestors.

How can there be so much destiny and favor from heaven?

He walked forward step by step, never submitting to anyone.

Not to mention Hou Buchen's disciple, even if Hou Buchen himself came, he would dare to lead his Beilie Iron Cavalry to fight!
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(End of this chapter)