Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

Abatai's face was grim.

My face felt burning hot.

He never expected that he wouldn't even catch a glimpse of it in the end.

Abatai also felt a little fear.

Huang Taiji said expressionlessly, "The village has been burned down and the people have been killed. The most important thing now is to solve the problem at hand."

"Since you believe they will be forced out, then you will continue to clean up the mess."

Abatai's expression changed slightly: "Great Khan..."

Huang Taiji interrupted him, coldly saying, "What? Are you now saying that these people are no longer someone you can handle?"

Abatai angrily replied, "Your subject dares not, but will surely capture those Nikans."

Huang Taiji nodded: "Good, I await your news."

Abatai stepped down, his steps much heavier than when he arrived.

He dared not turn around.

Because he knew that Huang Taiji was still watching him at that moment.

The moment the curtain fell, the respectful expression on his face completely crumbled.

shame.

Those two words made his chest burn.

He was the seventh son of Nurhaci, the Grand Prince of Jin, who had led troops for many years and killed countless enemies on the battlefield. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

At several camps, many Niru Ejen (military commanders) died overnight.

His soldiers didn't even see a shadow of the assassin.

What chilled him even more was that those assassins could kill silently under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people.

And now that I'm in charge of this matter, will he be the next target?

Thinking of this, Abatai's face darkened.

"impossible."

He murmured to himself, "They only gained a temporary advantage by taking advantage of the darkness and the ambush. Whether it was Turgh or those people from yesterday, it was all because they weren't prepared enough."

He said this to himself, trying to force himself to calm down.

He himself was a prince.

How many guards does he have?

How many elite Bayara are there?

As long as his personal guards are always by his side, even when he's sleeping, he still needs to be watched!

Even if those Nikans are mysterious, could they really kill me in front of so many people?

That's right.

Those who died before were just a few Niru Ejen.

They don't have guards like themselves, nor do they have a status like themselves.

As long as we strengthen our defenses, those people will have no chance at all.

"They're nothing but a bunch of cowardly rats hiding in the shadows! I'm a prince, why would I be afraid of these Nikans?"

……

As Abatai left, the several princes had different expressions.

They all understood.

Huang Taiji did not trust Abatai.

But now, Abatai is in a difficult situation.

He brought this trouble upon himself, so he should naturally be the one to resolve it.

The princes in the tent rose and left one after another.

Huang Taiji remained seated behind the desk without moving.

Only after the last prince disappeared outside the tent did he raise his hand and cover his chest.

He clutched his somewhat swollen chest as he looked at the military report presented by the messenger.

This is bizarre, so very bizarre!

He couldn't figure it out.

How were those assassins able to move freely in the heavily guarded camp, and how did they manage to silently slit people's throats even with their personal guards constantly by their side?

Even more terrifying, none of the thousands of soldiers saw them.

Do such assassins really exist in this world?

Or……

Huang Taiji frowned, his fingers tightening around his clothes.

He dared not think any further.

After a long time, Huang Taiji took a deep breath, closed his eyes, lowered his hand from his chest, and when he opened them again, the strange expression on his face was gone.

He transformed back into the calm and composed Great Khan of the Jin Dynasty.

"Someone come here!"

The guards who were waiting outside the tent went inside.

Translate this military report into Chinese. After you finish translating it, go and invite Mr. Fan over.

"Yes."

……

Fan Wencheng entered and bowed: "This servant greets the Great Khan."

Huang Taiji raised his hand, gesturing for him to stand up.

"Mr. Fan, there's no need for such formalities."

Fan Wencheng looked at Huang Taiji's expression and felt a little puzzled.

He had followed Huang Taiji for many years and knew that the Great Khan would never show such an expression if he was only dealing with ordinary military affairs.

It was a kind of anxiety that was not easily detected.

Clearly, something was troubling him.

Huang Taiji then asked, "Mr. Fan, you have lived in the Ming Dynasty for many years, have you ever heard of a certain type of person?"

Fan Wencheng was taken aback: "Whom is the Great Khan referring to?"

Huang Taiji said softly, "They hide in the shadows, and no one knows their whereabouts. They can take people's lives with a single move."

After listening to Huang Taiji's words, Fan Wencheng frowned and began to think.

Hidden in the shadows, they strike and take lives.

Such a description immediately reminded him of the most mysterious institution in the Ming Dynasty court.

He cupped his hands and said, "If the Great Khan is referring to such people, your subject... this servant can think of two places."

Huang Taiji's eyes flickered.

"where?"

Fan Wencheng said, "The Eastern Depot and the Embroidered Uniform Guard."

Huang Taiji narrowed his eyes: "Tell me in detail."

Fan Wencheng said in a deep voice: "The Eastern Depot was established by the emperor of the Ming Dynasty and was managed by eunuchs. It was specifically responsible for investigating officials and monitoring the people."

"Their spies are everywhere in the capital, and even among local officials, there are their people."

The Embroidered Uniform Guard was in charge of arresting criminals in the imperial prison, and its operations were secretive and ruthless. Both were directly under the emperor and were not subject to the constraints of ordinary government offices.

"Both were directly under the emperor and were not subject to the constraints of ordinary government offices."

"If there are any people in the Ming Dynasty who can hide their identities, act in secret, and even take lives, they are the first people that come to mind."

After listening, Huang Taiji seemed to be deep in thought: "The Ming Dynasty actually has such an institution."

He scoffed, "With such formidable assassins, why did the Ming Dynasty only send them out now that it's in such dire straits? Why didn't they send them out sooner?"

If these people had been sent out earlier, how could we have been driven to the capital by this Khan?

These words startled Fan Wencheng.

He looked at Huang Taiji and finally realized that something was wrong.

He carefully considered his words before cautiously asking, "Great Khan, what exactly has happened?"

Huang Taiji picked out a translated military report and pushed it over.

"Take a look for yourself."

Fan Wencheng took the book and read on, his expression gradually changing.

"Several commanders at different outposts were killed on the same night, along with their personal guards, yet no one discovered any trace of the assassins?"

Huang Taiji nodded: "That's right, no one has seen them until now."

Fan Wencheng smiled wryly and said, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid I've guessed wrong."

Huang Taiji looked at him: "What do you mean?"

Fan Wencheng's expression was complicated: "Assassinating just one person might be something those experts could do."

"But if several generals were killed silently while under the guard of hundreds of soldiers, and no one could detect it."

He paused, then said in a trembling voice, "This is not something that the Eastern Depot or the Western Depot could accomplish."

Huang Taiji's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

For the first time, his tone carried a sense of pressure: Who is that person?

Fan Wencheng bowed his head and said, "This servant does not know."

He really didn't know.

The assassination techniques described in the military report were beyond his comprehension of all the assassination agencies in the Ming Dynasty.

"It seems that Abatai is in grave danger this time."

Fan Wencheng was startled, but dared not reply.

Huang Taiji remained calm, as if he were not talking about his own brother.

"Since he dared to disobey military orders, he should have expected this day to come."

"but……"

Huang Taiji lightly tapped the table.

"It might not be a bad thing if those people really killed him."

Fan Wencheng looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Huang Taiji said calmly, "Abatai has led many troops and regiments over the years. I think some of the young generals are quite capable."

"He's dead, so I can redeploy people. Some positions need to be filled by more suitable people."

He spoke of it casually.

It was as if the one who died was not his own brother, but just an ordinary general.

Fan Wencheng felt a chill run down his spine.

The Khan before me is different from Nurhaci of yesteryear.

As long as it benefits the overall situation, even one's own brothers can be abandoned.

Huang Taiji paid little attention to it, and simply continued, "As for the matter of massacring villages, I have always intended to restrain my men. Perhaps if we really don't massacre villages, they won't take action?"

"Mr. Fan."

"Tell me, where did these people come from?"