As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 199 Fighting violence with violence is not the solution to the problem, but it is cool

Lingzhou, this prefecture is the westernmost of Qianyuan and has the largest land area, but its GDP is among the worst.

Firstly, the land quality is poor, the climatic conditions are bad, the farming efficiency is poor, the land is vast and the population is sparse, and it cannot support too many people.

Secondly, the frequent harassment and looting by the Huns made survival even more difficult.

In Lingzhou Lihe Town, flames were everywhere and chaos reigned.

“%￥#……￥%&”

"Haha! Kill, kill, kill!"

"Blame it all on your incompetent emperor%…#￥…"

"Woman, grab it! #%@"

"#@￥@#% Central Plains is still the best!"

……

The war horses neighed and the bandits laughed grimly.

Two thousand cavalrymen rode into the village, burning, killing and looting.

They mumbled nonsense, acted recklessly, and committed all kinds of evil.

"no, do not want!"

"Let me go, someone come and save me!"

"Mom...Dad..."

"Woo woo woo...you bunch of beasts..."

……

How could ordinary people be a match for these strong grassland bandits?

Weak people cannot control their destiny, and all their happiness will vanish in an instant.

The blazing fire and billowing smoke buried the sins of the invaders and the sorrow of the victims.

“No… Dad… Mom…”

The girl, dressed in tattered clothes and thin in figure, stared blankly at the scene in front of her with her eyes wide open.

The father was trampled to the ground and the mother was abused to death.

The grinning burly man swung the meteor hammer, grabbed her neck and lifted her up.

"Why...why are you doing this..."

She doesn't understand.

If you want something, just take it away. Why destroy everything?

They broke down their walls, burned their houses, and took their lives.

“%@%…”

The Hun had a ferocious face, laughed arrogantly, and spoke words she could not understand.

The air in my chest became thinner and my vision became blurrier.

And at this moment,
"Whoosh!"

A flash of emerald green light passed by.

"Puch!"

Something hot seemed to splash on her face.

Her eyes widened and she fell to the ground.

She survived, but the strong man in front of her... his head seemed to be pierced by something, and he fell to the ground. Even though he was dead, he still maintained a ferocious smile.

What happened?
For a moment, the atmosphere was eerily silent.

The sudden change shocked the surrounding Huns, their eyes widened, their smiles faded, and they couldn't help but look in another direction.

A hundred meters away to the east, a green light flashed, and the emerald bamboo stick was retracted into his hand.

Mingchen was riding on a warhorse and shook off the red and white things on it as if in disgust.

Looking at the devastated town before him, he frowned slightly, waved his hand behind him, and said calmly, "Kill them all."

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

……

The armored cavalrymen behind him, who were like sculptures, seemed to be alive. There was a terrifying power in their eyes, their gazes were like lightning, and their momentum was like a rainbow.

Holding weapons high and shouting loudly, they rushed into the town.

The galloping war horses caused the earth to tremble.

Only 800 people, but they have the momentum to make all the troops tremble.

They are people who have experienced the baptism of the Golden Scale Leaping to the Sky Gate, and have also experienced the rigorous training plan personally formulated by the genius general hundreds of years ago.

Even though he was just a weak farmer half a year ago, he now has unrivaled power.

They are the most elite troops, and today they will be stained with blood.

The tiger is out of the cage and unstoppable.

After such a long time, even a fool should have learned it. Mingchen is no longer the newbie who rode a horse crookedly.

He patted the warhorse under him and said to the child carrying the flag, "Let's go, Yunyao, I still feel that what you said is shallow."

"Today the teacher is here to teach you practical lessons!"

"..."

The child said nothing, but rode up and followed.

The eight hundred cavalry were less than half of the invaders, but they rushed towards the bandits in all directions with unparalleled momentum.

They roared, raised their spears, brandished their swords, and fought against the Huns.

Mingchen and the child also rushed to the front.

The spear in his hand was thrown out like a javelin, accurately piercing the chest of a Hun. Without losing momentum, he pinned the man behind him to the wall.

Mingchen pushed himself off the horse's back, flipped over and jumped into the crowd of enemies.

His steps were erratic and his body was swaying. He raised his elbow by inertia and slammed it against the chest of the Hun opposite him.

Looks like he's drunk and leaning over.

However, the Hun's eyes were wide open as if they were about to bulge out.

"Crack!"

With a cracking sound like a broken bone, his body flew backwards, his chest caved in, his heart shattered, and after a tremor, he lost his life.

"who!"

"Who are you?!"

“￥#%#@￥%”

Things are starting to go wrong!

The crushing massacre and looting of the city suddenly took an unexpected turn.

There were also some shouts and screams all around, and the whole town was in chaos.

Several Huns hurriedly surrounded Mingchen with weapons in hand, chattering and questioning him.

Mingchen didn't say anything. He stood unsteadily and swayed, then dodged the incoming knife by leaning sideways.

He twisted his waist and turned around, raised his hand to toast, and lightly punched the Hun in the face.

The huge force hit him and broke his nose immediately. Tears streamed down his face and he fell to the ground, closing his eyes and groaning in pain.

Mingchen shook his body and fell directly on him with his elbow.

"Forehead!"

With a wail, he dodged the incoming meteor hammer and also took the life of the person struggling on the ground.

Seeing this, a Hun man hurriedly picked up his machete and chopped at the fallen Mingchen.

Blood flew everywhere, cutting his companion into two pieces, but it did not touch him at all.

Mingchen turned sideways, pushed his palm forward, a breeze blew by, and he moved his feet quickly, punching the galloping horse of the Hun cavalry. The powerful force directly knocked the horse over.

With the force of rebound, the graceful figure came to the side of the Hun who had just attacked him, and used his palms as claws to grab his throat.

In his horrified eyes,
"Crack!"

The immortal toasts and locks his throat.

Blood splattered, and another person lay on the ground, lifeless.

This scholar, who looked powerless, killed three strong grassland warriors in a flash.

For a moment, it also shocked the people around.

The child standing nearby was riding a pony and watching the teacher's rare display of force. There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he had gained some understanding.

She held two tall flags in her hands and waved them, occasionally sweeping away the enemies around her who wanted to get close.

"Strange...monster..."

"do not want!"

“￥%@”

Those who kill will always be killed.

Sometimes, evil people are more afraid of death than ordinary people.

After a few more corpses appeared around Mingchen, several Huns widened their eyes, looked at the strange man in front of them with horror, who seemed to be unable to stand steadily, and fled in all directions.

The same thing happened in every corner of the town.

The well-equipped elite soldiers followed the orders of their superiors and slaughtered these fierce invaders at will.

From now on, the hunter and the prey switched from offense to defense.

“I love this sport…”

Mingchen let out a sigh, looked at the scattered corpses around him, and smiled softly.

It seems that I can understand why Lao Gui always insists on sending him to the battlefield.

It is undeniable that the factor of violence can indeed relieve people's psychological stress.

Mingchen has always felt that he is a civilized and thin scholar, but now he finds this sport quite enjoyable.

"Teacher, I want to drink some wine."

The teaching is over, and it seems that it is the child's turn to practice.

Yun Yao came forward and looked at the wine gourd on Mingchen's waist. There was some urgency in her eyes and she spoke in a rare moment.

"kindness?"

This set of drunken boxing was the reward for fulfilling Ye Wuzui's long-cherished wish. It was just a set of martial arts techniques.

Mingchen doesn't like to drink and has never been drunk, but he always feels that something is missing.

This martial art should probably be handed over to Sister Dai.

Right now, this kid is showing signs of wanting to become Ling Yu No. 2.

Children should not drink excessively.

But Mingchen thought about it and gave her the bamboo wine gourd.

He always spoils his children, let them drink if they want.

Anyway, this is really good stuff and drinking it is good for your health.

"Eh?"

"Slow down, how can you drink like this?"

Yun Yao didn't know whether she had ever drunk alcohol before or not. She took the gourd thrown by Mingchen and drank it directly from the bottle without any disgust.

Encouraging minors to drink heavily.

Mingchen has it in this life.

The child gulped down a bellyful of wine in one gulp.

When she put down the wine gourd, her little face was already slightly flushed and her eyes were a little hazy.

There should be no such thing as drunk driving in this era.

She simply rode on her pony and swayed towards a group of Huns on the other side.

"boom!"

The century-old flag was suddenly stuck into the ground, dust flew up, and the wooden pole made a creaking sound.

The little girl was quite strong, and the old ghost beside her looked at her with a look of pity.

Several Huns were also confused when they saw the drunk little girl riding a horse.

However, the next moment, a gleam of light flashed in the child's eyes and he stomped his feet suddenly.

The earth and rocks cracked, and a hole was stepped out. A figure flashed by, and he rushed straight towards dozens of Huns.

She is very short and has to jump to perform many of her movements, which makes her look a little funny.

The drunk man was jumping around on the ground. But... the Huns who were facing this strange child head-on might not think so.

An invisible aura enveloped them. Just one glance at the child's cold eyes was enough to make one's heart tremble, as if a strong wind was blowing in one's face, shattering the soul.

Yun Yao fell into a very strange state, her heart was beating violently, and endless power surged from her dantian to her limbs and bones.

She felt as if she could do anything, the pinnacle of martial arts, the pinnacle of humanity, break through Lingxiao, create the world with one punch, and pick up the sun and moon with a single hand.

From a very young age, she possessed speed and strength far beyond her peers, and she learned all kinds of moves very quickly.

He has such strong control that he seems to be able to control his own pulse.

And now, in her hazy state of consciousness, she had a feeling of enlightenment.

Time seemed to flow very slowly. She could feel the heartbeats and pulses of all the people in front of her. She could reach out and take their lives.

Mingchen’s actions just now kept replaying in her mind.

She has always been indifferent, with nothing in her eyes and no concern for anything, so she can be extremely focused.

Focus on just one thing.

Wu!
Once, twice, three times... In just a short moment, all of Mingchen's actions just now were repeated in her mind thousands of times.

"boom!"

The tiny claws crushed the terrified Hun's throat.

The human figure was like a drifting leaf, dancing on the blade, leaving no trace.

Fists, claws, elbows, knees... every movement is natural. The fists and palms generate wind and have a kind of ecstatic charm, as if it makes sense, as if it should be done this way.

People who looked at her had an inexplicable feeling that a shadow appeared behind the child, drinking wine heroically, having fun, and taking people's lives with just a gesture.

Mingchen stood aside and watched quietly, speechless.

In the end, he became a buyer's show!
He wants a refund!
Yun Zheng was not lying. His sister was truly a genius beyond expectations.

The old man said that martial arts has no future. Is it because... there has never been someone like Yun Yao who takes this path?

The drunken butterfly fluttered among the crowd, its movements sharp and graceful, as if it were a banished immortal.

As soon as they touched and separated, a figure fell to the ground, lifeless.

In just a few moments, corpses were everywhere, and even the horses lay lifeless on the ground after being hit by a small punch.

Mingchen's martial arts is a killing skill.

But the child's martial arts seems to be a path.

The child closed his eyes, stood quietly there, his pretty face slightly red, and breathed shallowly.

When Mingchen walked in, she swayed and fell into his arms.

Drunk and asleep.

……

"Do not……"

"Don't want %￥"

"Please, warriors of the Central Plains..."

"Surrender...￥% We surrender!"

……

The shattered city was filled with smoke and flames.

The wailing and praying continued, but now it was from a different group of people.

Mingchen ordered his soldiers to guard all the passes and prevent any Huns from escaping.

The door was closed, trapping all the Huns here to death.

Although their force was twice that of Mingchen's, they did not cause any casualties to Mingchen's side.

The hopeless gap in strength made it easy to slaughter these Huns, frightening them out of their wits.

Their companions were mercilessly killed, and seeing their hopes of survival becoming increasingly slim, they could not help but kneel on the ground, kowtow to Mingchen and his soldiers, and pray...

But they forgot that not long ago, they were also facing the same request.

Mingchen's initial order was to kill all these people.

The soldiers he trained took it as their duty to obey orders and would not ask any further questions.

Faced with the unarmed Huns begging for mercy, he did not hesitate to kill them.

Until the last Hun was killed.

The spear was dripping with blood.

The cavalry reorganized their formation at the west gate, waiting for Mingchen's next instructions.

……

"teacher……"

The child in my arms woke up at some point.

Unlike her sister Dai who loves drinking and can drink a lot without getting drunk, she is not good at drinking. She is just trying to get the feeling.

After waking up, I was still a little dazed and stared blankly at the person in front of me.

"How does it feel?"

Mingchen asked her with a smile.

"fine……"

"Take your time. Don't rush things."

"kindness."

There are no winners in war.

The shattered city lay desolate.

The survivors cried, wailed, and beat the Huns' corpses as if to vent their anger.

They have no power over their own destiny and their happiness can be easily taken away from them.

Mingchen looked around and then looked away.

It was just like when he first started working and was robbed by bandits.

Others have nothing to do with him.

He just raised his head and looked towards the west: "Let's go!"

The army that saved a town left on galloping horses without saying a word.

It seemed as if annihilating two thousand Huns was just an ordinary little thing.

The 30,000 troops led by Wang Hanbo had already rushed to the battlefield. Mingchen did not choose the same route as him, but walked south, took a detour, and started to head west from this town.

He had never intended to march with the army from the beginning.

After leaving the town, you can see the pass in the distance that was broken through by the Huns. Looking further away, there is a desert and grassland with no end in sight.

It would be foolish to rush in without a map or guidance.

The Xiongnu were inferior to the well-trained army of the Central Plains in terms of military strength, supplies and equipment.

However, the vast deserts and grasslands have always been a difficulty in the westward expedition against the Huns.

However, the most difficult problem of direction guidance was not a problem for Mingchen.

The red bird on his shoulder flapped its wings and flew high into the sky, taking in everything below.

The eight hundred most elite cavalrymen, like a sharp knife, followed their commander's resolute and determined stance as they plunged into the desert where the future was invisible.

……

"Woooooo~"

The weather is sunny and the wind is gentle.

On the vast grassland, cattle and sheep can be seen when the wind blows the grass low.

A young man wearing an animal tooth necklace and with oil paint on his face, was lying on a bag of dry grass, playing the flute in his hand leisurely.

This is something from the Central Plains. It was a gift my father brought him when he came back last time.

"Mom, when will Dad come back?"

He turned around and asked the woman who walked out of the tent.

The Xiongnu woman's skin was a little rough from being exposed to the wind and sun. She smiled at the child and said, "Blow the horn, and your father will come back."

"Hehe~"

The child laughed, his eyes sparkling. "My father is the bravest warrior on the grassland. I want to be like him in the future."

As the words fell, a breeze blew on his face, and the wind blowing from the east seemed to bring a hint of blood.

He shuddered violently and unconsciously turned his gaze towards the east.

The next moment, his eyes widened and his face was full of panic: "What...what is this?"

"Whew~Whew~"

The sound of galloping horses neighing came from afar, their hooves kicking the grass, and they galloped freely across the vast grassland.

Hundreds of cavalrymen wearing black armor crossed a hill and caught the attention of the people in the tent tribe below.

He rode his horse and galloped towards them.

what is that?
The Hun warriors didn’t dress like this!

The women, children, the elderly and the weak in the settlement seemed a little confused.

Then, one of them reacted.

"Enemy attack!!!"

"Enemy attack!!!"

"Enemy attack!!!"

Their faces were filled with fear and they kept shouting loudly.

But...what's the use?
People in the cities of the Central Plains can still hide in their houses.

But their habitat is the vast grassland, and their nomadic lifestyle means that once they are discovered, they will have no way to escape.

The bloody smell became stronger.

Every Hun's face was filled with fear.

It’s the Xiongnu warriors’ business to fight with the troops from the Central Plains, right?
It should have nothing to do with these non-staff members on the battlefield, right?

People in the Central Plains care a lot about face and etiquette. Maybe... they are just passing by.

When the sharp spear pierced the chest and pierced the heart, the naive people still thought so.

If two thousand strong men were killed, then the eighteen hundred women, children, the elderly and the weak would naturally be killed as well.

They were slaughtered easily.

The blood-stained flute fell to the ground and was crushed to pieces by the warhorse.

The young boy who was waiting for his father's return was stabbed in the heart and lay in tatters on the grass, never to hear the horn of his father's return again.

Mingchen was at the end of the team and didn't take any action. He simply took a quick look and said, "Leave no one alive. Quickly replenish water and food."

Fuyao'er's invincible detection radar is the capital that enables him to lead these 800 ghostly cavalrymen across the grassland.

You won’t get lost and your destination is clear.

They rushed forward recklessly, killing anyone they saw, traveling light and fighting to support their war.

In another world, Teacher Huo had given the best battle plan against the Huns a thousand years ago.

Mingchen had bypassed the front battlefield where the Huns were fighting Wang Hanbo and penetrated deep into the Huns' heartland.

Along the way, he wiped out several tribes and killed everyone he saw, whether they were guarding soldiers or women, children, the elderly and the weak who were powerless.

Fighting violence with violence is not the solution to the problem, but it feels good.

When their children, fathers and husbands slaughtered other people's homes, these people must have been prepared for this day to come.

If you are too tolerant, rude people will take advantage of you.

Be reasonable with polite people, and knock out the teeth of rude people, beat them until their noses and faces are swollen, and then make them kneel down before you talk politely.

According to a rough judgment, this is all Shengluo Khan's sphere of influence. There is no problem in killing them, and it can also be regarded as a way to vent the anger of his own majesty.

Mingchen planned to burn, kill and loot along the way, kill Shengluo Khan's headquarters, and directly attack the negotiation target Hunxie Khan. It would be more deterrent to negotiate with him with hundreds of Hun heads hanging on his head.

He acted like a grandson when negotiating with Bei Lie because he was not strong enough.

He was gentle and friendly in negotiations with the Blood-Cloaked Army because he had a good relationship with the other party.

Now that we have to negotiate with the Huns, Mingchen must be the father! Savage and crude people value strength and can't understand high-quality conversations, so why not show them some muscle?

If you follow the big brother, you will get candy. If you don’t cooperate, you will die.

Apart from that, this journey to the west was not in vain, as he also found interesting things in the desert.

After we resolve the Xiongnu rebellion, we'll send someone to study it...

Knowledge is something that you only regret not having when you need it. Mingchen felt a little regretful that he had not studied hard in his previous life.

The West is not a barren land.

In another era, this would have been the richest place.

(End of this chapter)