Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 236 My name is Song Zhe (2)

Hundreds and thousands of galloping horses.

A burly knight clad in animal skins.

A curved blade in his hand, shimmering with moonlight.

Coupled with a howl that was incomprehensible but conveyed a sense of ferocity and malice.

At first glance, it looked like a vast, overwhelming cloud, seemingly not to welcome the arrival of the wedding envoy, but more like to welcome a brutal massacre.

Their eyes were all gleaming with a strange excitement.

Upon seeing this scene, the soldiers on both sides of the convoy's expressions changed slightly, and they subconsciously reached for their waists, as if trying to draw their sharp steel knives.

"What the hell are you doing? Calm down, all of you! What are you scared of?" Song Yan shouted. The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy showed no fear whatsoever; in fact, his face even carried a hint of mockery.

Many soldiers felt a little ashamed. Their general seemed to be barely twenty, yet he possessed such courage; he was truly a born general. To follow such a general and carve out a place for themselves in this impending chaos would perhaps be the proudest thing in their lives. Song Yan had no idea that his casual remark had inexplicably elevated his image in the eyes of these soldiers.

However, Song Yan knew another thing: these barbarian tribes, whether Jurchen, Xiongnu, or Turkic, all had one thing in common: they worshipped brute force to the core. Even when the two countries were having normal diplomatic exchanges, they would put on an arrogant and domineering act, ready to draw their swords and kill people at any time, mostly in order to intimidate the other party and thus gain more benefits.

Qu Ming had experienced something like this twice.

Therefore, Song Yan showed no panic at all, only a slight helplessness and a smile, and maintained his original speed, heading straight for the Wugulun tribe.

The warhorse's speed had already reached its limit, and the thick snow flew up with each hoofbeat, making the ground beneath its feet seem to tremble.

The rumbling sound was like thunder.

The sight made Song Yan a little envious.

Mine, mine, all these warhorses are mine!

As expected of a tribe capable of mustering five thousand skilled warriors, the Wugulun tribe could conservatively muster at least three thousand warhorses. This was no small number, and even Song Yan couldn't control his greed.

Three thousand warhorses.

They could barely muster a thousand heavy cavalrymen… There was no other way; the weight of heavy cavalry was simply too immense, requiring rotations. If the entire weight were placed on a single warhorse, it would quickly become unusable. But even with only a thousand, Song Yan dared to charge head-on into this tribe of twenty thousand.

In a short time, hundreds of barbarian cavalrymen had rushed to extremely close range, but even so, they showed no intention of stopping.

Lei Yi and Luo Tianyang's faces darkened, and they instinctively moved closer to Song Yan.

Under no circumstances should the general be allowed to suffer any harm.

Just then, the barbarian cavalrymen suddenly pulled hard on their reins, and the warhorses neighed loudly. Their front hooves lifted high in an instant, like an oncoming tsunami or a high wall about to collapse. Then, with a bang, they crashed heavily to the ground, splashing up a large amount of snow.

At this moment, the warhorse at the forefront was only ten steps away from Song Yan.

Even Song Yan couldn't help but admire this superb horsemanship.

Seeing that Song Yan's eyes showed no fear, only admiration, the barbarian cavalrymen at the front wore strange expressions. They remembered clearly that the first time, the guy named Qu Ming was so frightened that he turned and ran, not even caring about the carriage behind him. The second time, Qu Ming was a bit more daring and managed not to escape, but he ended up sitting on the ground and wetting his pants.

This young man looks to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. It is truly remarkable that he has such a temperament. I never expected that among the cowardly Han people in the Central Plains, there would be someone I could even deem worthy of my attention.

Song Yan's smile remained unchanged. His gaze swept briefly over the cavalrymen in front of him before quickly locking onto the old man surrounded by a large group of people behind him. Combined with what he had heard from Qu Ming earlier, he had basically determined the man's identity.

His smile deepened, and he even broke away from the main group, walking towards the man on his own initiative. Luo Tianyang and Lei Yi frowned instantly, wanting to stop him but not wanting to ruin the general's plan, making it extremely difficult for them to restrain themselves.

Just then, Song Yan walked up to the old man and opened his arms to give him a warm hug. The old man never expected the young man to be so enthusiastic. Even the people surrounding him were taken aback by Song Yan's suddenness and failed to stop him in time. As guards, this was a serious dereliction of duty.

"Oh, you must be Wugulun Jilie, the leader of the Wugulun tribe?"

"My name is Song Zhe."

"You are the general of this wedding envoy. I have long heard of your great name from Qu Ming. It is truly an honor to meet you today."

Bang, bang, bang... As he spoke, Song Yan patted the old man's back with his hand, looking quite familiar with him.

Wu Gulun's face suddenly flushed red. He cursed inwardly that this brat was really a scoundrel. Patting his back was fine, but could he not use so much force? His bones were about to break.

Fortunately, Song Yan's embrace didn't last long and he quickly let go. Wu Gulun let out a heavy sigh, the flush on his face gradually returning to normal, and he forced a smile: "General Song Zhe? Why is it you who came this time? Where is General Qu Ming?"

As the clan chief, and an extremely old one at that, he was not as flamboyant as the younger clansmen, and even behaved quite politely.

Perhaps because they frequently interacted with the Han people of Ningguo, most Jurchens knew a little bit of Chinese. Although it sounded a bit strange, it wasn't to the point that they couldn't communicate.

As for Luo Tianyang and Lei Yi behind them, they looked puzzled. When did their general change his name to Song Zhe? Considering what they were planning to do, wasn't it a bit inappropriate for him to call himself Song Zhe at this time?

Song Yan didn't care about all that. When you're out and about and you're about to wipe out an entire family, it's best to have a backup account, just in case someone manages to escape.
He shrugged, his face full of regret: "Alas, Qu Ming had an affair with the governor's wife. The governor was furious and broke three of his legs, hanging him on the city wall to bleed. He's probably dead now, so I'll have to be the one to escort the bride this time."

Wu Gulun's face showed a hint of pity... Tsk, a dignified governor of a prefecture, to have to suffer such humiliation, he understands how unpleasant that must feel.

Such things were not uncommon even among the Jurchen people. Due to the scarcity of population, women who could bear children were extremely precious resources. Therefore, there was a special rule here: when a brother died, his brother succeeded him, and when a father died, his son succeeded him.

If the elder brother dies, the younger brother can inherit his sister-in-law's estate, and vice versa.

When the father dies, the son can inherit from any woman other than his biological mother.

But there are always people who can't wait and break the rules. Thinking of this, Wu Gulun was extremely angry. Such bastards should have their three legs broken.

Just as Song Yan and Wugulun Jilie were talking, some younger Jurchen cavalrymen rode their warhorses swiftly past the sides of the caravan. Their expressions were extremely strange, even somewhat dissatisfying. They then approached Wugulun Jilie and whispered something to him.

Song Yan couldn't understand the gibberish.

Then Wugulun narrowed his eyes, his expression turning into a forced smile: "General Song Zhe, something seems off about this shipment. Don't you think something's missing?"

Song Yan's expression remained unchanged, only a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Is something missing? I don't think so." After a pause, Song Yan spoke again: "Also, Lord Wugulun Jilie, please restrain your men and prevent them from approaching the convoy again, and do not try to spy on what is inside the vehicles."

These words sent a chill down the spines of the black-armored warriors behind him.

Seeing that the barbarian cavalry around him were all furious because of this sentence, and many of them even raised their scimitars again, as if they might rush over at any moment and chop Song Yan into mincemeat.

But Song Yan showed no fear whatsoever. He grinned, revealing a fierce smile despite being a slightly immature boy. He patted Wu Gulun's shoulder again and said, "Don't touch this batch of goods."

"Otherwise, the Wugulun tribe will be destroyed under the wrath of the royal court."

hiss!
This is too crazy.

Lei Yi was a little confused about what his general was planning to do. He had prepared so much strong liquor and poison, intending to take advantage of these people being knocked down before making a quick kill. But now, judging from the general's intentions, it seemed that he was preparing for a head-on confrontation.
What exactly is the strategy here?
(End of this chapter)