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Chapter 343 Prepare to take action
And so, a provocation aimed at Meng Xiao began.

Every day at dawn, they would poke up several straw dolls on the snow outside the camp and then haphazardly dress them in some tattered armor.

Those weapons and armor were all old stock, spoils of war taken from the dead when Da Mo and Meng Xiao fought on the border.

They used charcoal to scrawle words like "Meng Xiao" and "coward" on the mannequins' chests. After that, the female soldiers used these things as targets, whipping them, throwing stones at them, and even pouring all sorts of filthy stuff on their heads with buckets.

They even tore down the military flag of Meng Xiao's troops, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it repeatedly, as if it were a dead dog.

While doing these degrading things, the female soldiers also shouted and mocked them with the most offensive language.

"Meng Xiao! You coward!"

"If you've got the guts, come out and fight me for real! What kind of people are you, hiding behind the wall! A bunch of useless cowards who can only lie on the wall!"

"Look, look! Those grown men are all huddled behind the wall, shivering! Are they afraid the wind will hurt their backs, or are they afraid we'll wet our pants from being scared by us sisters?"

"Meng Xiao! Is this all your soldiers are good for? I think they're not even as brave as our rams! You might as well stop calling yourselves the Great Zhou Army and start calling yourselves the Meng Family Women's Army!"

The entire camp was in an uproar.

"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!" Meng Xiao's eyes were bloodshot, and veins bulged on his forehead. "Pass on my orders! Assemble the entire army! Today, I'm going to raze that bunch of crazy women's royal tent to the ground!"

"General, this humble general is willing to be the vanguard!" The adjutant beside him also had bloodshot eyes, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "If we continue to tolerate them treating us like this, morale will collapse!"

"Good!" Meng Xiao slapped his deputy on the shoulder and roared, "You're all coming with me! Today I'm going to show those bastards what real manly courage is!"

Before he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to put on his armor and mount his horse.

At this critical moment, a high-pitched, thin voice rang out: "General Meng, wait!"

Then the supervising eunuch who delivered the brocade pouch came running over, carrying his robe.

Upon seeing him, Meng Xiao's anger flared even more: "You damned eunuch! You're going to stop me too?!"

"Oh dear, I'm not trying to stop you, General. I just wanted to remind you. Do you still remember the brocade pouch His Majesty bestowed upon you?" The supervising eunuch reminded him with a smile. "His Majesty has decreed that whenever you decide to send troops, you must first open the brocade pouch and take a look. Isn't this the perfect time?"

Meng Xiao froze. His expression shifted between anger and uncertainty. After struggling for a moment, he ultimately didn't have the courage to disobey the imperial decree and reluctantly took out the first brocade pouch from his robes.

He roughly tore it open, shaking out the note inside. On it were several lines of writing in a flamboyant style: "I predict that within a few days, the Third Princess will definitely use various methods to provoke you and lure you into sending troops. But this is a trap to lure you in; you must not fall for it."

Not only should you not send troops, but you should also turn the tables on them by writing letters to humiliate them and force them to come out and fight our army squarely in open terrain.

If they don't respond, you should berate them for being inherently afraid of men, a bunch of useless barking dogs. They will definitely be enraged, but a direct confrontation is unlikely; they'll most likely resort to underhanded tactics, choosing a nighttime raid. You must be fully prepared beforehand.

After reading it, Meng Xiao felt as if he had been struck by lightning, frozen in place, his eyes filled with incomprehensible horror.

He looked at it over and over again, almost staring through the words on the paper. A chill ran from his tailbone to the top of his head.

—How could Your Majesty, so far away in the capital, be able to calculate every single movement in this vast desert with such precision?!
"General," the supervising eunuch added casually, seeing the general's ever-changing expression, "His Majesty said that anyone who dares to disobey this brilliant plan will be executed first and reported later."

Meng Xiao shuddered, completely calming down. He exhaled a long breath, forcibly suppressing his raging anger, and said, "Pass on my order: the entire army is on high alert, and no one is allowed to make any rash moves! Also, bring me pen and ink! I want to personally deliver a grand gift to that Third Princess!"

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A few days later, at the desert royal tent.

The Khatun, Tielan, and the Third Princess got together again. These days, they tried all sorts of tricks to provoke them, but the Meng Xiao camp opposite them was like a dead man, no matter how much they shouted and humiliated them, they didn't utter a single word.

"I'm so angry! Did Meng Xiao have his balls cut off too?" Tie Lan, like a furious she-wolf, paced back and forth in the tent, cursing, "I think we shouldn't wait any longer! Let's go over there now! Smash his turtle shell and see where he can hide!"

Khatun, however, didn't think so. She felt something was off and advised, "Tielan, calm down. Meng Xiao is a notorious mad dog. Now someone is defecating on his neck, and he doesn't utter a sound. Don't you think that's very unusual?"

"Unusual? I think he's scared out of his wits!" Tielan scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. "He's been scared silly by our show of force! What other tricks could he possibly be up to? With those idiots' brains, what kind of schemes could they possibly come up with?"

“A general who can command tens of thousands of his men to endure such humiliation cannot simply be someone who is terrified.” The Khatun stood up, looked directly into Telan’s eyes, and said in an unyielding tone, “He is deliberately feigning weakness to lure us in, waiting for us to lose our temper and rush into his trap! What you are doing now is exactly what he wants!”

“A trap? A trap!” Tielan said as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world. She pointed outside the tent and raised her voice eight octaves. “Our sisters are waiting in the freezing cold to make their mark, and you’re here talking to me about a trap.”
"Khedun, is your courage as frozen as those men's? We have the princess's divine power, we have fearless warriors, what traps do we have to fear?!" "What I fear is pointless sacrifice!" The khedun's voice also turned cold, unyielding. "Power is not for squandering! The princess bestowed power upon us so that we may win more wisely, not to send us to our deaths!"

We have the advantage of timing and location, why should we abandon our strengths and use our own flesh and blood to fill an unknown pit? This isn't courage, it's foolishness!

The air inside the tent seemed to freeze; the confrontation between the two women had reached a point of near impending conflict.

Just as the standoff was reaching its end, the tent flap was suddenly flung open, and a female soldier rushed in, breaking the stalemate: "Report! Someone outside the tent has delivered a letter from Meng Xiao!"

The moment Meng Xiao's name was uttered, the tense atmosphere inside the tent instantly turned into astonishment.

"Meng Xiao?" Tie Lan was taken aback at first, then a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she demanded, "Have you detained him yet?!"

“The messenger was a local herdsman,” the female soldier said, trying to make her words clear. “She said that Meng Xiao’s men had secretly captured her, handed her the letter, and forced her to deliver it to our camp.”

"Understood." Tielan's eyes turned cold. She stepped forward, took the letter from the female soldier's hand, and waved her hand, saying, "You may leave."

The envelope felt light in his hand, but Tielan's brow furrowed even more. A letter delivered at this time was certainly not well-intentioned.

The Khatun was also quite curious and urged, "Quickly open it and take a look."

The letter was snatched out with a whoosh. Tielan's gaze swept over the top of the letter, and then the muscles on her face twitched violently, as if she had seen something extremely filthy.

"You beast!" Tielan slammed the letter onto the table, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

The Khatun was even more puzzled and quickly asked, "What's wrong? What does it say on it?"

"What does it say? Ha, I'll read it to you right now!" Tielan sneered. "Listen carefully, all of you, and hear what our great general has to say!"

"To the Queen and Generals in the Snow—I heard you're having a great time in the freezing cold? I almost burst out laughing. A bunch of women, daring to call themselves kings?"

Stop pretending. Kneel down now, kowtow and beg for mercy. This general is kind-hearted and will allow you to come to the camp to warm the brothers' feet. If you refuse, my iron hooves will trample your entire tribe to pieces!

After she finished reading, the anger in her chest flared up again: "I want to kill them with my own hands! I want to chop them into mincemeat one by one!!"

She turned abruptly, her eyes fixed on the Third Princess: "Princess! Give me soldiers! I'll go right now! Right now!"

"Telan, calm down!" The Khatun's face turned pale, and he hurriedly tried to calm her down.

This time, however, Tielan angrily stretched out her hand, her finger almost poking the Khatun's nose: "Enough! Do you even have a head? People are spitting in our faces, don't you feel your face burning?!"

“That’s not what I meant…” the Khatun’s explanation was weak and unconvincing. “I just didn’t want to…”

"Shut up!" Tielan roared angrily, his voice firm and decisive. "Given their attitude, it's clear they have no intention of entering the desert! Continuing to lure them in is just a waste of our time!"

The Khatun's face turned bright red, and she couldn't utter a single word. As if grasping at the last straw, she cast a pleading look at the Third Princess, hoping that she would unexpectedly stand on her side, just like last time.

Unfortunately, this time, the Third Princess's face remained completely expressionless.

Her voice was devoid of any warmth as she slowly said, "Telan is right. At this point, they can't possibly fall for it."

The Khatun's face froze instantly.

Tielan's eyes lit up.

Then the Third Princess's lips curled into a sneer: "But they're so arrogant just to lure us out. Do they think that by using this kind of trick that only men would be so smug about to provoke me, I'll impulsively rush over like a hot-headed fool? How ridiculously naive."

"The fact that they dare not enter our territory says it all—they are cowards, weaklings, and no match for us. Of course, we can't let them lead us by the nose, but we have nothing to fear either. Pass down the order, set a date, and we'll launch a night raid to annihilate them in one fell swoop."

Tielan was taken aback for a moment, seemingly not expecting the princess to give such an order. But then, she was overwhelmed with immense joy. She immediately shouted excitedly, "Your Highness is wise! I am willing to be the vanguard and deal with Meng Xiao and his gang of suicidal men for you!"

The Khatun looked at the scene before her and knew that everything was set in stone and could no longer be changed. She could only sigh in her heart and silently lower her head.

(End of this chapter)