I asked you to go hunting, and you ended up wearing a yellow robe?

Jiangnan, the main camp of the border defense commander.

Inside the commander's tent.

It was warm and cozy.

The finest silver frost charcoal burned bright red in the copper basin.

Not a trace of smoke.

Centurion He Yong crossed his legs.

He drank a cup of warm Shaoxing wine in one gulp.

A comfortable blush rose on her face.

Four delicate side dishes were laid out on the small table in front of him.

There was also a whole roasted, glistening, fat chicken.

It was completely out of place with the biting cold wind outside the tent.

Comfortable.

That felt so damn good.

He Yong let out a burp.

He was calculating the time in his mind.

The hooves of the Yelü people should have already trampled the county government office of Qingyang County flat by now.

That hothead named Qi Shan.

And then there's that old geezer Zhao Bingkun, who doesn't know what's good for him.

The body is probably already cold.

Thinking of this, the smile on his lips deepened.

The Yelü people were notorious for massacring entire cities.

No matter how ruthless you are, in front of the Hu people's curved swords, you'll all turn into a pile of rotten flesh.

It would be better if he were dead.

Death ends all problems.

He took a sip of his drink.

I've already thought of what I'll say later.

We must go and curry favor with the General.

Then he performed in front of all the soldiers!

He Yong was deeply saddened by the terrible disaster that had befallen Qingyang County.

He requested permission to send troops to avenge the people of Qingyang.

Of course, when he arrived with his troops and drove away the Yelü people, all he found was an empty city and scorched earth.

By then, wouldn't He Yong be the one to call the shots in Qingyang County?

Wouldn't it be wonderful to be a local tyrant?

"Report!"

The tent flap was suddenly flung open.

A gust of cold wind swept in.

A bodyguard scrambled in.

His face was full of panic.

He Yong's brows furrowed immediately.

He slammed his wine glass heavily onto the table.

"What's the panic? Is the sky falling down?"

He cursed in annoyance.

"Is there news from Qingyang County? Tell me, how many people were massacred?"

The guard knelt down with a thud.

"Commander, Qingyang County... Qingyang County is alright..."

"What?"

He Yong suspected there was something wrong with his ears.

He picked at his ear.

Lean forward slightly.

"Say it again, what do you mean 'nothing's wrong'?"

"The vanguard of the Yelü people, five hundred Hu cavalry, has been driven back!"

The guard's voice was choked with sobs.

It was as if I had witnessed something extremely terrifying.

He Yong's mind went blank.

It felt like being hit by a heavy hammer.

He grabbed the guard by the collar and lifted him up.

"Bullshit!"

He spat on his personal guards' faces.

"Five hundred barbarian cavalry, do you even know what that means?"

"Even with two thousand men, I wouldn't dare say I could reliably wipe out five hundred Yelü cavalry."

"You're telling me those peasants from Qingyang County drove the people back?"

"Are you fucking drunk?!"

"I wouldn't dare lie, it's true, absolutely true, sir!"

The guards were terrified.

He explained incoherently.

"It wasn't just a repulsion, it was a complete annihilation!"

"Yelü Mulang, the vanguard commander of the Yelü tribe, was killed in battle."

"The severed heads are hanging on the city gate of Qingyang County!"

With a loud clang.

He Yong loosened his grip.

The guard fell back to the ground.

He staggered back two steps, knocking over the chair behind him.

Annihilation?

Kill Yelü Mulang in battle?

He Yong's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

He knew better than anyone who Yelü Mulang was.

Last year at the border, he had seen the tiger display its power from afar.

He was tall and strong, wielding a huge spiked club.

He was surrounded by more than a dozen elite infantrymen of the Great Qian Dynasty, but they were all slaughtered by him.

That's not human at all.

That is a beast in human skin.

How could such a monster die?

He even died in the tiny Qingyang County?

Was he personally killed by that guy named Qi Shan?

How is that possible?

That's absolutely impossible.

He had inquired about Qi Shan.

For eighteen generations, my ancestors were all kind and honest people.

He himself was just a constable in a county town, and he had never even passed the military examination.

Where did he get the ability to kill Yelü Mulang?

"roll!"

He Yong roared at his personal guards on the ground.

The guards, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, ran out in a panic.

Inside the tent, only He Yong's heavy breathing could be heard.

He paced back and forth inside the tent in agitation.

My mind is a complete mess.

wrong.

Something must be wrong.

An ordinary constable could never have such abilities.

This is illogical.

and many more.

Bloodline.

He Yong suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A thought he had put aside suddenly surfaced with unparalleled clarity.

The bloodline of Emperor Taizu of the Great Qian Dynasty.

It is said that Emperor Taizu established his country through military force.

Taking the head of a general from among ten thousand troops is as easy as taking something out of a bag.

Born with superhuman strength, and braver than any soldier.

Could this thing really have been passed down through generations?

Is Qi Shan born a fierce beast?

The moment this thought crossed his mind, He Yong felt a chill run down his spine.

A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.

If that's really the case.

Then this Qi Shan is definitely not some bastard who got lucky by chance.

Instead, it is a lurking tiger.

After much thought, he suddenly remembered that Emperor Taizu Gao was a military general.

With just a sword and a horse, he conquered the world, killing all those around him until they knelt down and submitted.

Although this person is a bastard, he still has the blood of Emperor Taizu Gaozu, so he may really be a born fierce general.

However, he quickly sneered again.

So what if it's a tiger?

No matter how strong one's bloodline is, one is still just an ordinary mortal.

Could it possibly withstand an army of thousands?

You, Qi Shan, were able to kill Yelü Mulang and hold off five hundred Hu cavalry. That's because you were lucky, and the Yelü people underestimated you.

But what happens next?

Yelü Da's main force, a full three thousand iron cavalry, is now burning with rage and rushing towards Qingyang County.

Yelü Da will go mad if his nephew dies.

He would grind Qingyang County, along with every single person in it, into mincemeat.

Even if you, Qi Shan, are a formidable fighter, can you take on ten or a hundred men?

Can you fight three thousand more?

Moreover, behind Yelü Ren were Zhao Wuji's three hundred fierce bandits from Black Dragon Village.

Caught between internal and external attacks, even a miracle couldn't save them.

Thinking of this, He Yong's fear instantly vanished.

Instead, there was an even stronger sense of schadenfreude.

Go ahead and hit them, the harder the better.

It would be best if you fought to the death, resulting in mutual destruction.

He sat back down in his chair.

I poured myself another glass of wine.

I slowly took a sip.

His expression returned to that relaxed and carefree state.

I don't care about your ancestry or anything like that.

I don't care if you're a born brute.

In the face of absolute power, they are all just chickens and dogs.

He Yong could simply sit here peacefully, drinking and waiting for news.

Wait until they've slaughtered each other until blood flows like a river, then go out and clean up the mess.

What's this called?

This is called reaping the benefits without lifting a finger.