Red Mansion Jia Enhou

For a moment, the entire tent was filled with shouting and cursing.

The assault battalion sergeant's face was dark.

"That's enough!"

As the slap landed on the table, the shouting and cursing suddenly stopped, as did the voices lamenting the injustice of the world.

"Where is this?"

The sergeant of the assault battalion stared at the few people who had been shouting and cursing just now.

"The world is unfair. It's because you made mistakes that you were brought here!"

"Do you still want to live?"

The sergeant of the assault battalion immediately asked another question.

This question fell into the ears of several people who were dissatisfied, and instantly made them shut up and lower their heads.

They want to live, but this world doesn't give them the chance to live.

"How about we rebel?"

The eyes of the group of people widened instantly.

Don’t you want to live anymore?
"There are more than ten or twenty of us in this tent. We can defeat the guards in the dark, climb up the city wall and run away. Who will know us?"

The bald man with a scar on his head clapped his hands and opened his mouth, and smeared stars flew across and landed on the only table in the tent.

"Captain, why don't you speak?"

"Are you crazy?"

The sergeant of the assault battalion finally spoke.

"You haven't been a bandit enough, have you?"

The words of the assault battalion sergeant were not polite at all, and the scarred bald man who spoke them found them more and more offensive.

If he didn't have enough, would he betray his brothers in the same mountain in exchange for a chance to survive?

The bald man, whose heart was stabbed, exploded.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't think you're great just because you're a lousy sergeant!"

The only table suffered again and was overturned by the bald man.

The sergeant of the assault battalion's eyes fell on the overturned table, and then he stood up.

The two men started fighting immediately, and the others began to separate them.

"Don't think you can be great just because you are a sergeant."

"When Grandpa was the second in command on the mountain, you didn't even know where you were!"

"Bah, I've disliked you for a long time."

The bald man spat on the ground.

The two men, who had already harbored deep resentment, fought more and more fiercely.

Everyone in the room tried to stop the fight, but they couldn't, and it continued until both of them were bleeding.

The guards outside the fence heard the noise and the two men let go of each other and stood up.

The garrison's eyes fell on the sergeant in the assault battalion, whose face was full of dissatisfaction.

The bald man was not much better as he listened to the garrison's lecture.

Finally, the garrison called out the sergeant of the assault battalion.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I saw that you are honest, kind and motivated, so I gave you your current position."

"Why did you fight with that bald guy?"

The sergeant in charge of the assault battalion didn't dare to explain the reason and just lowered his head and accepted the scolding.

The garrison also realized that he was not the leader, so he ordered his men to call out the bald man and start fighting in front of the sergeant of the assault battalion.

The sergeant of the assault battalion said nothing.

The bald man was being beaten and cursing at the same time.

"Liu Changqing, you bastard!"

The bald man cursed dirty, Liu Changqing looked unhappy, and the people in the tent huddled in the tent and dared not come out.

It was not until the bald man had received thirty beatings with the military stick that he dared to come out and check the situation.

The assault battalion sergeant Liu Changqing was called aside again.

"This is your last chance. If there is another riot in your camp, you will no longer be the squad leader!"

The guard patted Liu Changqing on the chest and left.

Liu Changqing's face turned an ugly purple color until he returned to the camp.

Liu Changqing suddenly realized that the people in the camp were looking at him with strange eyes.

"Captain, tell me the truth, did you sell out your brothers?"

Someone stood in front of the bald man and asked Liu Changqing.

Liu Changqing looked at the man who asked him in disbelief.

"Why do you ask?"

Liu Changqing suddenly felt that all his efforts over the past few days had been in vain.

He united the people in a group to stop bullying, but now these people are asking him this.

Liu Changqing frowned.

"If you hadn't revealed the truth, how could the monk have been beaten with thirty military sticks?"

"He told you that?"

Liu Changqing's eyes fell on the prisoner who was speaking. The bald man who was beaten was still cursing Liu Changqing from time to time.

The prisoner did not answer, and Liu Changqing's gaze fell on other people again.

"You think so too?"

There was another silent response, and Liu Changqing angrily tore open the tent.

At this moment, Liu Changqing realized how stupid he was. There must be something hateful about pitiful people.

It was in vain that he went to such lengths to protect this group of people.

This group of people are not worthy of protection at all.

Another great battle broke out. The old Tatar Khan ordered his men to attack the city again and began to desperately consume the strength of the Tatar tribes.

After a series of defeats, everyone was full of complaints.

The tribe couldn't stand it anymore and went straight to Sotu.

Suotu's retreat also gave the Suotu tribe a chance to retain its power. Now among the tribes brought by the old Tatar Khan, Suotu is the most powerful.

A group of people began to instigate Suotu to rebel. Suotu's eyes fell on the many tribesmen who were talking, and a proud smile appeared on his face.

Everything is under his control
Suotu's smile began to become sinister, it really was God helping me.

Sotu looked again at the group of people who were talking and who were dissatisfied with the Tatar Khan and wanted to rebel.

“I can’t control that!”

"The Khan has gone mad."

"He has gone crazy in order to attack the Chu State. Even if he has to block all the forces of the Tatars, he will still attack!"

"Especially with my current identity, I am just a useless person who has been dismissed from my position."

"Prime Minister!"

As soon as Suotu's words became self-deprecating, he was interrupted.

"You are the youngest wise man in Tatar. How can you be a useless person?"

"Just save everyone!"

"If the fighting continues, the young and strong men in our tribe will be wiped out."

Suotu, who had been reluctant to listen to what he wanted to say, sat in his main seat with his head held high.

Tatar, Princess Jincheng is already preparing for rebellion.

Now the Tatar Khan is suffering defeats one after another. This is an opportunity to truly shake the Tatars.

"Amu, is uncle ready?"

Princess Jincheng put her mother Zhuoma's hand on hers. Zhuoma looked at her resolute daughter and put her hand on her head.

"Your uncle is well prepared!"

"Thank Changshengtian that old man didn't let your uncle go to war."

"Let's get ready tonight!"

Zhuoma nodded to Princess Jincheng.

"Amu will listen to you!"

"Over there in Da Chu."

Zhuoma started to worry about Da Chu again, fearing that Da Chu would take advantage of the opportunity to capture the Tatars.

The tragedy that happened more than a thousand years ago is still vivid in people's minds. Although the capital of their grassland royal court is hidden, it is not really impossible to find.

If Da Chu secretly finds where Wang Ting is, they will be picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons.

Jin Cheng's brows were furrowed.

"Emu, what are you thinking about?"

"Now that old man has personally gone to attack Da Chu, only one tenth of the troops in the entire Tatar royal court remain."

"If we don't rebel now, when will we rebel?" Facing the powerful Jin Cheng, fear appeared on Zhuoma's face.

"Daughter, don't get me wrong, that's not what Am meant."

"I am worried that Da Chu will take this opportunity to sneak into the royal court."

Jincheng closed his eyes and almost fainted from anger.

"Don't think too much. Go and inform your uncle immediately. I will also bring my people to meet him."

Princess Jincheng is not really powerless. She also has her own secret guards.

These people were all recruited by her privately.

There weren't many people, only a hundred.

But a hundred people plus the people brought by the Ordos tribal chief are enough to flatten the current Tatar royal court.

Zhuoma received Jincheng's instructions and went to find her brother.

After a while, Zhuoma met her younger brother, the patriarch of the Ordos tribe.

"Jincheng made his move tonight"

The chief of the Ordos tribe looked at his sister and nodded slightly.

"Chelou Grassland, did Jincheng agree?"

Knowing that his sister did not keep her word, the chief of the Ordos tribe, who was led by Jincheng, questioned his sister.

Anxiety appeared on Zhuoma's face. Before long, her brother also started to become snobbish.

"accepted!"

In fact, Zhuoma didn’t tell Jincheng at all and she forgot about it.

But my own younger brother insisted on doing this.

"I want to see Jincheng's handwriting and seal. Without these two, I will not send troops."

The look of anxiety on Zhuoma's face became more and more anxious, and finally she had no choice but to go back to find Princess Jincheng.

Princess Jincheng changed into a black and white dress. She was going to kill a lot of people today to comfort her two lost children.

Zhuoma came back in a hurry.

Seeing that her mother had brought back nothing, Princess Jincheng frowned.

"Where's uncle?"

Princess Jincheng subconsciously asked about her uncle's figure.

Zhuoma's eyes instantly burst into tears.

"Your uncle didn't come, so we need to cart the hay."

"Car basket pasture?!"

Jincheng's eyes widened, he really dared to ask for it.

Jincheng took a deep breath.

"What else did you say?"

Zhuoma began to shake her head desperately at Princess Jincheng.

"Nothing else to say, it's Eminem."

"Your uncle negotiated for it from the beginning, and it was Am who forgot to tell you. Don't blame your uncle."

Princess Jincheng looked at her Am and sighed again.

"I see!"

Chelou pasture is indeed precious, but it is not impossible to give it. Tatar is so big that it does not need such a place.

Now they are planning a rebellion, and it is only right that they will be given some benefits for the rebellion.

Zhuoma looked at her daughter's face carefully.

Princess Jincheng began to write.

Until the two words "Golden City" were printed on the seal carved in his hand.

Zhuoma breathed a sigh of relief.

"Amu, take this and go find your uncle."

"If he doesn't come this time, we'll have to do it ourselves!"

There was a flash of madness in Jincheng's eyes. Even if she couldn't succeed, she would pay the blood debt with blood and let the old man taste the pain of losing his son.

Zhuoma came back happily and everything went very smoothly.

"Your uncle has agreed to meet you near the king's tent at 9:00 p.m., and we will attack the king's tent together at that time."

Zhuoma gestured.

Princess Jincheng's eyes fell on Zhuoma, and she felt that her mother's mind became simpler as she got older.

Princess Jincheng nodded.

On a dark and windy night when murder and arson were taking place, Princess Jincheng, wearing a black and white dress, appeared outside the tent with Turan.

"Are you afraid, Turan?"

Princess Jincheng asked in a low voice, trembling with fear, but still wanted to follow Turan.

Turan shook his head at Princess Jincheng and bit his lip tightly, saying, "I'm not afraid, Your Highness."

"As long as His Highness can get revenge, Turan will be happy!"

Princess Jincheng touched her maid's head with her hand, and the sweat on her palm dissipated with the cool breeze.

Jincheng held the scimitar in both hands, and the atmosphere began to become depressing and tense.

"Your Highness, everyone is gathered."

The burly man next to her, who was nearly two meters tall, bowed to Princess Jincheng.

These were the people she rescued during the tribal war. Some of them were slaves from a certain tribe, while others were princes in distress from a certain tribe.

As Jincheng restrained and cultivated these, all of them became sharp knives in her hands.

“Take me to see someone”

A 2-meter-tall man led the way, and Princess Jincheng arrived at the destination in a short while.

The dark lakeside is endless.

The invisible hand is devouring the tiny human beings.

"Your Highness is here!"

Jin Cheng nodded slightly.

When the chief of the Ordos tribe learned that Jin Cheng had arrived, he came to meet him in person.

"Your Highness."

Compared to meeting Zhuoma, the chief of the Ordos tribe seemed a little reserved and respectful when meeting Princess Jincheng.

Jin Cheng nodded slightly.

"Uncle, get up!"

The chief of the Ordos tribe stood up from the ground with a respectful attitude, and Princess Jincheng's eyes flashed with satisfaction.

When she looked at the members of the Ordos tribe, Princess Jincheng slightly opened her lips.

"Kill Jie and Zhou, and put an end to the chaotic world."

As the Tatar Khan's actions and reports of defeat were sent back from the front line, the Tatar Khan had already transformed from a Ming soldier into a tyrant in the eyes of the Tatars.

Jincheng knew very well why the Tatar Khan chose to do this?
As long as he could come back alive, he would still be the king of Tatar.

It’s just that the foundation is unstable, but with the passage of time, as long as benevolent policies are implemented, it will always stabilize.

What she has to do now is to thoroughly solidify her identity as the tyrant Tatar Khan.

A line of black shadows began to move out. The people sent by Princess Jincheng began to make trouble near the Tatar king's tent. The guards in the Tatar king's tent were mobilized to arrest people.

Princess Jincheng and her people dodged most of the patrolling people and entered the Tatar king's tent, where a bloody massacre followed.

The children of the Tatar Khan had their heads chopped off by Princess Jincheng with a knife in their dreams.

The chief of the Ordos tribe confronted the guards in the Tatar king's tent, attracting attention.

Until Princess Jincheng led people into the tent of Abul, the eldest prince of the Tatar Khan.

In his sleep, Abul felt something was wrong and opened his eyes.

What caught my eye were the lit candles and Princess Jincheng who was coming over with the candles.

"Are you awake, brother?"

There was a flash of coldness in Princess Jincheng's eyes.

Abul looked at Princess Jincheng who suddenly appeared in his tent, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Jincheng, why are you here?"

As the candlelight was lit, Abul could see clearly the people in his tent.

Before he knew it, there were more than a dozen people in his tent for no apparent reason.

Abul looked at Princess Jincheng again, and the fear in his eyes intensified.

"Why are you so scared when you see me?"

"But I'm your sister!"

Princess Jincheng sat beside his bed.

Abul, his brother, became more and more frightened.

"What do you want to do, Jincheng?" (End of this chapter)