Distant Mountain Battle Song

Chapter 161 Eight Hundred Heroes?

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Suddenly, a loud noise came from outside the dilapidated tent.

Qin Shu glanced at the people sitting quietly in the tent and said softly, "We met by chance..."

Before he could finish speaking, the round-faced woman said, "No one forced him. I just want to see if there are still any passionate young men left in the Han Dynasty."

Obviously, this isn't it.

The young man with a pig-kidney-shaped face said, "We've been sitting here at Iron Enclosure Pass for three years. The garrison inside doesn't trust us, and the Guifang people outside are killing us. I've started to doubt the meaning of our coming here."

A disheveled young man said, "What does protecting the safety of Iron Enclosure Pass have to do with anyone else? This is the life we ​​chose. I only care about the safety of Iron Enclosure Pass."

Over the past few years, we have fought a bitter and arduous battle, and countless brothers and comrades have died on this desolate land. I do not seek to die of old age in my bed, but only to die on the battlefield.

Just as Qin Shu stood up and was about to dismiss everyone, the commotion outside the tent suddenly turned into a deafening roar.

The round-faced woman said, "I'll go take a look."

Just as she got up to leave, a huge horse head poked its head in from outside the tent. Everyone was shocked to see that the horse's head was covered in blood, making its large, bright eyes look extremely ferocious. What was most surprising was that the horse was carrying a bloody human head in its mouth.

The chestnut horse tossed the severed head to Qin Shu, then stretched its neck and brought its blood-stained muzzle to Qin Shu's wine bowl, sucking out the wine completely with two slurping sounds.

"The head of a Guifang person!"

The round-faced woman cried out in surprise, and everyone hurriedly looked at the human head in Qin Shu's hand. Just one glance at the green skin and hair of the dead man was enough for them to determine that it was the head of a Guifang person.

Qin Shu's astonished expression quickly turned into ecstatic joy. He raised the severed head high and shouted to everyone, "The appetizers are here!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yun Ce's lazy voice rang out from outside the tent.

"With so many good friends here, how can one dish be enough to entertain our guests? I have nine more dishes to offer, and I'm sure you will all have a good meal tonight."

As soon as the voice fell, someone respectfully lifted the tent flap, and Yun Ce, covered in blood, strode in from outside. He was covered in human heads, and with each step he took, a bloody footprint appeared on the ground.

He laughed loudly as he untied the heads from his body one by one and placed them next to the wine and meat. As if no one else was around, he went to his seat, raised his wine bowl, and drank it all in one gulp. He then laughed loudly at Qin Shu and said, "The wine is still warm! Come on, fill it up!"

The round-faced woman knelt beside Yun Ce, respectfully poured him a full cup of wine, then prostrated herself on the ground, raising the wine bowl above her head with both hands, and said respectfully, "Please drink this cup to the brim, General."

Yun Ce smiled, took the wine bowl, looked around, and then laughed loudly: "After a short while, I returned from killing the enemy, and beauties offered me hot wine. The blood on the enemy's head is still wet. I will drink with you all."

When Qin Shu saw Yun Ce's poem inviting him to drink, he felt his blood boil and raised his wine bowl, shouting, "General, you have returned from fighting the enemy with warm wine. Let us congratulate you!"

On a whim, the young man with the pig-kidney-shaped face shouted and overturned Qin Shu's tattered tent. Ignoring the dust that landed on the wine, he raised his wine bowl and shouted, "Come on, everyone, come and see the real hero!"

The tent was overturned, and when Yun Ce looked up, he saw that there was already a huge crowd of people outside the tent.

After finishing his drink, Qin Shu said to Yun Ce, "It's a pity there wasn't enough wine."

Upon hearing Qin Shu's words, Yun Ce instinctively grabbed the chestnut horse's ear, intending to shout that he would exchange it for wine. However, upon seeing the chestnut horse's mournful eyes, he immediately said to Qin Shu, "I have also captured ten horses. Quickly exchange them for wine."

The disheveled young man advised against it, saying, "You shouldn't be so wasteful."

Yun Ce shoveled another bowl of wine into his mouth with a loud thud and laughed loudly, "We can catch them again tomorrow, quickly change the wine."

Upon hearing this, the disheveled young man laughed loudly and said, "Tomorrow we'll kill the Japanese devils, and Zuo Chong will follow us."

Yun Ce slapped him on the shoulder and laughed loudly, "Good man, tomorrow we will fight side by side and kill the enemy together."

The round-faced woman also finished her drink. Her dark face, weathered by years of wind and snow, turned slightly purple. She pounded her chest and said, "He Qingfang volunteers."

Yun Ce laughed loudly, "Alright, you can cover me while I kill the enemy."

"He Qingfang is a warrior, not the beauty the general speaks of."

Yun Ce lifted He Qingfang's chin and laughed, "Braving wind and snow, enduring frost and cold, facing the enemy with a sharp blade, how could she not be a beauty?"

He Qingfang covered her face and retreated, which drew laughter from everyone.

Qin Shu bowed to Yun Ce and asked, "General, have you received approval from Tiewei Pass for tomorrow's battle?"

Yun Ce glanced at the towering Iron Enclosure Pass behind him and shook his head, saying, "I want to kill the enemy; what does it have to do with others?"

Qin Shu asked, "Aren't you going to worry about military supplies and provisions, General?" Yun Ce replied in surprise, "Tomorrow, only the three of us will be going into battle. Why would we need any military supplies or provisions? Even if we don't have them, we can just take them from the Japanese."

Qin Shu took a deep breath and said, "It's not just the three generals; Qin Shu is also willing to go out and fight the enemy. Which of you here doesn't want to go out and fight the enemy?"
For three years, our thoughts have been solely focused on killing the enemy. Since the general intends to fight, how could we be left out?

With so many people, the issue of provisions and military supplies naturally arose. Just as Yun Ce frowned and was about to refuse everyone, he saw Cao Kun, surrounded by his family retainers, carrying a large amount of wine. Upon seeing Yun Ce, Cao Kun shook a small fan in his hand, and finally covered his mouth and nose with the fan, saying, "No provisions. No military supplies. Why don't you come to me?"

Yun Ce looked at Cao Kun and said, "When did you develop the habit of fanning yourself?"

Cao Kun continued to cover his mouth and nose tightly with his fan, saying, "Ever since we stuffed the Japanese cavalry into the cow's rear end, I've had this problem. Now my nose is always filled with the smell of cow dung."

After speaking with Yun Ce, Cao Kun glanced at Qin Shu and asked, "How much military supplies do you want, and how much grain do you want?"

Qin Shu clenched his fist and said, "Military supplies for eight hundred men, and rations for eight hundred men for a month."

Cao Kun shook his small fan again and said to Yun Ce, "Look at your deputy general. He comes from a humble family. Killing Japanese devils is such an important matter, yet he is so stingy when he asks for military supplies and provisions."

"Oh, I want military supplies for eight hundred men, and a month's worth of rations for eight hundred men? Hahaha, who are you looking down on?"

Having said that, Cao Kun, with his foul attitude, approached Qin Shu, whose face was flushed red, and tapped his shoulder with a small fan, saying, "Listen up, this young master will give you eight hundred horned horses, four hundred suits of armor, twenty thousand arrows, three hundred horse lances, three hundred refined swords, one hundred thousand catties of fodder, fifty sidecarts, and a cartload of tools for repairing armor and weapons, and beauties... oh, no beauties."

"Someone will bring you the supplies soon. I don't care how much you ate, used, or embezzled; I just want Japanese heads. I've given you fifty trucks. When you come back, you'd better fill the empty trucks with Japanese heads. Otherwise, I'll make you vomit up whatever you've eaten."

Qin Shu's face turned even redder, as if blood could seep from it. He said with difficulty, "I'm surrounded by good men..."

"Stop talking about being a hero. I've killed no less than a hundred guys who called themselves heroes. They said they were heroes, but when they went into battle, they peed their pants."

If it weren't for the fact that he's Han Chinese, I would have stuffed him up a cow's ass and paraded him through the streets!

Qin Shu was completely overwhelmed by Cao Kun's superiority complex, which emanated from his very bones and belonged to a super-noble family. He wanted nothing more than to punch Cao Kun in the nose. But when he thought about how this disgusting guy was going to provide him with abundant supplies and provisions, he had to suppress his anger and clasp his hands in a fist salute to Yun Ce, saying, "Please give your instructions, General."

Yun Ce chuckled and said, "Why wouldn't you take something that's free for the rich? All he wants are some Japanese heads anyway."

Don't be angry. He's just a spendthrift from a noble family. But he's not all the same. Once you've given him enough, remember his kindness. When his family stops stopping him from going to the battlefield, take him under your wing. He's very skilled in martial arts; his aim is excellent when throwing Japanese soldiers into cows' rear ends.

Hearing Yun Ce say this, Qin Shu's red face slowly returned to normal. Seeing Cao Kun wave at him, he followed a Cao clan warrior to receive the supplies.

Cao Kun became excited as soon as he saw the Japanese heads lying on the ground. He shouted and yelled for his followers to take the heads away, intending to find some cows to test how long it would take for the heads to turn into bones after being stuffed into their anuses.

When only the two of them remained on the open ground where the tents had been removed, Cao Kun said smugly in Yun Ce's ear, "How about that? Am I clever? I casually gave you an army of eight hundred men."

"Now I finally understand why your treacherous and vicious old housekeeper treated you like a treasure. You son of a bitch are nothing but a dog skin, and the most treacherous kind at that."

"Tell me, how much do you intend to take from the grain I sell you next year?"

Cao Kun smiled and said, "You can owe it to me for now."

Yun Ce shook his head and said, "I can owe other people's debts, but I can't owe yous. I'm afraid you'll ask me to repay in a different way later, and then I'll suffer a huge loss. Let me make this clear first, I'm not into homosexuality."

Cao Kun angrily replied, "I am not into homosexuality either, so who asked you to repay your debt with your body?"

Yun Ce continued to stubbornly shake his head, saying, "No, no, no, let's keep things separate. I'm worried about what I'll do when you won't even allow me to repay you with my body in the future."

"I'm not that dark-skinned."

Yun Ce gave Cao Kun a strange smile and said, "I've never heard of anyone being able to repay a debt to a noble family clearly and completely."

Cao Kun gritted his teeth and said, "Then consider it a debt owed to me."

Yun Ce put his hands on Cao Kun's shoulders and laughed, "You should have said so earlier. Wait a minute, I'll write you a written agreement."

"You can't trust me?"

"Don't be angry, I am fair and don't trust any nobles."

Qin Shu seemed to be an excellent adjutant, just as Cao Kun had said. In the time it took Yun Ce to speak with Cao Kun, eight hundred fierce warriors were already standing on a flat ground.

The wind blew between their legs, carrying a pungent, fishy smell—the result of their years of not bathing. Yet, it was this very smell that made Yun Ce clearly sense that these were eight hundred real, strong men.

Driven by a single thought, a single sentence, and a heroic legend, they traveled thousands of miles to this desolate land, ready to give their lives for their beloved country and people without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)