Distant Mountain Battle Song

Chapter 160: Slaying the Japanese While the Wine Is Still Warm?
The warriors of Qiuhe Prefecture all knew that the Japanese cavalryman was killed by Yun Ce. They were worried that if the Japanese knew that Yun Ce was the one who did it, they would launch a surprise attack on his settlement. That's why they attributed this great achievement to the eldest son.

They were all comrades who had fought alongside the Japanese, so it would have been somewhat shameful for them to directly sing praises of their young master. Now that Yun Ce was the first to stand up and extol the young master, they naturally had nothing to be embarrassed about.

Seeing the warriors of Qiuhe start boasting, Yun Ce naturally shut up. He was just a catalyst; once the conversation started, there was nothing more for him to do.

Yun Ce's attention was drawn to this burly man brimming with enthusiasm. Putting aside everything else, just looking at his bright white teeth, Yun Ce knew that this was a deep idealist.

Idealists are actually good people, and very good people at that. They generally have high moral character, and their moral bottom line is usually the highest point of other people's moral bottom line, or even higher.

These kinds of people are excellent friends. You will definitely be infected by their optimism and positive attitude, and eventually become an optimistic and positive person yourself.

In them, you can feel all the beauty of humanity; even the last daisy swaying in the cold wind can move you to tears.

However, Yun Ce generally doesn't work with idealists.

If everything is so idealistic, it means the work goals are in the clouds, out of reach. Everyone needs to build a Tower of Babel first, then climb to the top, and finally touch the clouds.

That's really unrealistic.

However, once they make up their minds, they will really start building the Tower of Babel. Although they may die while building the Tower of Babel, the Tower of Babel may collapse, and they may encounter all sorts of problems, they will still stick to their original intention and build their own Tower of Babel.

Nine out of ten people like this... will fall head over heels on the road to realizing their ideals.

However, as long as one person realizes their ideal, it is often a legendary feat.

Yun Ce felt very lucky to meet an idealist here, because meeting one idealist was basically the same as meeting a group of them.

Coincidentally, he happened to have a project that perfectly matched the idealist's image—Yuncheng Phase I!
Therefore, Yun Ce is now also an idealist.

First, idealists often show great disdain for the privileged class.

Therefore, after accepting the invitation to drink with the burly man, Yun Ce immediately gave up following Cao Kun to the Iron Enclosure Pass to receive his medal. Instead, he pulled his chestnut horse, which was even more excited than him, and left with the towering burly man.

“This is a chestnut horse, my brother. It’s the smartest Thunder Smoke Beast in the world.”

After Yun Ce offered the chestnut horse a sip of wine from his own bowl, Qin Shu, the towering, burly man, naturally treated the chestnut horse as a human being.

"Are you really sure it's okay if you don't go to the medal ceremony?" Qin Shu finally asked the question on his mind. After all, just because he casually invited him, the man brought wine, meat, and his brothers to drink with him, and he didn't even attend the medal ceremony that everyone values. This was something that even an idealist like him found hard to understand.

"Hahaha, what medal awarding ceremony? I've already received my reward for killing the Japanese, and it's even far exceeded my expectations."

Do you know, when my lance pierced through the gap in the sidecar, it made a 'plop' sound, like puncturing a water bag, and then warm blood flowed down the shaft. Only then did I realize that I had just killed a Japanese soldier!
Come on, let's drink! (Pfft!)

Qin Shu, his face full of admiration, drank a bowl of wine with Yun Ce and the chestnut horse, then hurriedly stood up and said to Yun Ce, "Brother Yun, please wait a moment. How can I keep such a good story to myself? Please allow me to call my friends."

Yun Ce laughed loudly, pounded his chest, and said, "Go and come back quickly, I'm about to burst into song."

"Hold on, hold on, you must hold on..."

Watching Qin Shu scramble away from the tattered tent, Gouzi sighed in Yun Ce's mind, "Indeed, baseness is the passport of the base, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble."

Yun Ce said, "Idealists are least worried about being used; they are only worried about not having the opportunity to realize their ideals."

The Yuncheng Phase I project is such a wonderful project for idealists! It currently has no money, no people, and no plan—isn't that exactly what makes it a paradise for idealists?

Gouzi said, "Don't taint these people. To be honest, I always feel that Qin Shu is a lot like me, and just as innocent as me."

Yun Ce did not answer Gouzi's question. He felt that there was no need to answer. If Qin Shu was like Gouzi, he would definitely draw his saber and kill Qin Shu immediately. Otherwise, if another living being like Gouzi appeared next to him, he would have no way to survive.

A moment later, a series of rapid footsteps came from outside the tattered tent. The tent flap was lifted, and seven or eight heads appeared in front of Yun Ce.

"You killed the Guifang people?"

"Yes, kill the Japanese devils!"

"Killed one?"

"No, I killed over a hundred in one go. If the Japanese hadn't retreated, I would have wanted to keep killing."

"Are you bragging? Are Japanese devils that easy to kill?" Yun Ce stood up, put down the scalding hot wine bowl, patted the head of the chestnut horse, and said to everyone, "Wait a moment, let me catch a Japanese devil to liven up the drinking fun for everyone."

Having said that, he disregarded Qin Shu's attempts to stop him, jumped onto his chestnut horse, and galloped off into the wilderness.

A young woman with a round face stared at Yun Ce's retreating figure and said, "Did he run away?"

Qin Shu frowned and said, "I don't think so. He's such a bold and magnanimous person."

Another young man with a long, narrow face said, "I also find it unbelievable that he killed a hundred members of the Guifang tribe in battle; it's probably just drunken talk."

A man dressed in gray glanced at the wine and meat spread out on the ground, sneered, and said, "Another frivolous playboy, trying to lure us in with wine and meat, hahaha, are you going to eat this or not?"

Qin Shu glanced at the wine bowl still emitting wisps of smoke and said, "Don't move it. If Yun Ce can really bring back the head of a Gui Fang person, every drop of wine here will be more precious than gold, and every piece of meat will be more fragrant than dragon meat."

So the dozen or so people simply knelt in the tattered tent and waited for Yun Ce to return, or for him to flee.

Ten miles is but a moment for a chestnut horse.

Facing the empty wilderness, Yun Ce shouted, "Dog, find me a Japanese soldier. I don't believe there aren't any Japanese scouts around here."

The dog was clearly still not in a good mood. A silver thread peeked out from its wristband and randomly pointed in a direction. Yun Ce then urged his chestnut horse to neigh and charge down the road.

A Japanese scout unit typically consisted of ten men, led by a ten-man commander. Equipped with large wildebeest, they moved swiftly across the rocky Gobi Desert, making them difficult to defend against.

Normally, Japanese scouts would not approach within 30 li of Tiewei Pass. Today, however, a scout group was trying to find out if Qiuhezhou's convoy had entered Tiewei Pass, so they got very close.

When Yun Ce appeared in the sight of the scouts on his chestnut horse, the ten men had already given the order to retreat. However, after running for a while, the ten men suddenly realized that only one person had come.

He quickly looked around. The terrain was flat and boundless, so there was no possibility of being ambushed.

So the ten men laughed and shouted to their running subordinates, "A rich kid riding a Thunder Smoke Beast is here. I bet he lost a bet, or he wants to show off in front of the beauties. He wants to capture us to flaunt, or show off in front of the beauties."

What do you suggest we do?

The Japanese soldiers reined in the wildebeest and burst into laughter.

Yun Ce was still calculating how long it would take to catch a Japanese soldier when, unexpectedly, the Japanese soldiers stopped and formed a crescent formation, staring at him as he charged.

"Dog, I don't have time to deal with them. I need to bring back the Japanese heads before the drinks get cold."

"Oh, oh, oh, you're like slaying Hua Xiong while the wine is still warm! Alright, alright. I'll help you this time."

Thus, in the increasingly wide eyes of the ten Japanese soldiers, Yun Ce transformed from an ordinary Han Chinese soldier into a monster covered in hundreds of silver metallic lines. These lines extended with the wind, enveloping the entire army just before he reached their ranks.

Even as they desperately slashed at the metal wires with their weapons, the wires seemed to have a life of their own, easily dodging their weapons and then suddenly accelerating, the metal wires, as thick as chopsticks, piercing into their bodies.

"Don't let your head get flattened."

As the body of the ten-man general rapidly flattened, Yun Ce chopped off his head with a single stroke, catching it in his hand. This all happened in the instant the two horses passed each other.

When Yun Ce turned his horse around, the other nine Japanese soldiers also fell off the back of the bighorn horse and lay silently on the Gobi Desert, their eyes filled with fear.

Yun Ce dismounted from his warhorse and began harvesting the heads of the Japanese soldiers he needed, one by one. He wanted to use these Japanese heads to gain the trust of those steadfast idealists, so that he could officially begin his first idealistic work—Yun City Phase One.

Qin Shu and the others knelt quietly in the tattered tent. No one looked at the wine and meat on the ground, and no one made any noise. Even the people who came to watch the excitement outside the tent were completely silent.

They had been staying at Iron Enclosure Pass for a long time, and they held great respect for anyone who dared to challenge the Ghost Fang Clan, regardless of victory or defeat.

Qin Shu never expected that a friend he had only met hastily would react so fiercely when faced with some unpleasant questions.

Someone had just seen Yun Ce ride his horse alone into the wilderness, and no one mentioned that Yun Ce had escaped anymore.

Qin Shu now only hopes that Yun Ce can return safely. Even if he didn't capture the Gui Fang people, his actions have already proven that he is a courageous person.

　One more chapter,
　　
　
(End of this chapter)