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

Chapter 298 Mutiny
"His Majesty has been murdered!"

"Catch the assassin!"

"What should we do? Why would someone try to assassinate His Majesty?!"

"This...how is this possible?!"

……

With the help of those with ulterior motives, news of Wang Huai's murder quickly spread throughout the entire military camp.

The entire military camp was thrown into chaos, with panic and fear gripping the troops.

Although the Great Qi is now teetering on the brink of collapse.

But no matter what, it was still a massive army that swept across half the country.

The soldiers gathered here today are Wang Huai's most elite troops.

The Blood-Clad Army was Wang Huai's Blood-Clad Army.

For them, Wang Huai was more than just a political symbol.

Wang Huai can be said to be the spiritual pillar of the entire Blood-Clad Army.

Along this journey, they braved mountains of corpses and seas of blood, all of which were fought step by step by Wang Huai.

Even with rumors flying everywhere and many people being swayed, they would still fight bravely for Wang Huai as long as he returned to the front lines.

Wang Huai was closely associated with these soldiers; he was their faith.

The sudden news of Wang Huai's passing was met with disbelief and shock, leaving everyone bewildered and disoriented.

Wang Huai... is dead?
So suddenly?

What about them?

What should they do?!

"Escort! Escort!"

"Make way, make way, let us in!"

"Escort!"

"Your Majesty is in danger!"

At the same time, several generals, leading dozens of their confidants, had already stormed into the main tent.

He shouted the name of protecting the emperor, but in his heart he actually wanted to assassinate him.

The plan is all set.

How many people killed Wang Huai, how many people sent messages in the army... everything has been arranged.

These rebels' goal was merely to kill Wang Huai and seize power, not to annihilate the army.

On the contrary, they must do their utmost to protect their soldiers, for only by protecting their soldiers can they have the resources to carve up territory.

Most of the soldiers had no intention of rebelling; they simply obeyed orders and went with the flow.

Now that Wang Huai is really dead, the aftermath will be easier to handle.

only……

When the group rushed to the front of the most prestigious main tent, the leading generals were taken aback.

Especially An Minxing, who was at the very front, shivered involuntarily, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

It's very strange, very eerie.

There wasn't a single guard protecting Wang Huai's tent.

The people around Wang Huai were his most trusted and devoted subordinates.

These people are fanatics of faith; even if Wang Huai ordered them to cut off their own heads, they wouldn't bat an eye.

So even An Minxing couldn't get involved.

The original plan was to rush in and kill them all with sheer numbers.

He knew that Wang Huai was very powerful, always leading from the front on the battlefield and invincible.

But there are so many of them!
Caught off guard, Wang Huai was left unarmed and outnumbered. Even Wang Huai, with his bare hands, would be no match for so many.

However, when they arrived at the main tent, it was empty; there was no one there.

It's a good thing there are no guards.

But for some reason, An Minxing frowned, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

Every general who staged a mutiny had his men watching him, and his every move was known to him.

He could confirm that the news should not have leaked out.

He hid at the back of the column, exchanged glances with several generals, and gestured to a few soldiers to come forward and investigate.

The group cautiously approached and lifted the curtain.

However, after glancing at it, he couldn't help but pause in surprise.

"General...nobody's here!"

They were somewhat stunned, then turned around and spoke to their leader.

"How can this be?!"

It's over, it's over, it's over!

The more suspicious and sensitive a person is, the less they want things to go against their expectations.

The ominous premonition in my heart grew stronger.

An Minxing's eyes widened, and his heart pounded violently.

His plan was that Wang Huai had to die at their hands, truly and completely.

what happened? !
What about people? !
He walked quickly to the tent, seemingly defiant.

The room was empty; there was no one in sight.

How could there not be?!

How could His Majesty, such a remarkable and vibrant person, just disappear so mysteriously?!

Suddenly, alarm bells rang in his mind, and his hair stood on end.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The arrow pierced through the air.

It pierced the chests of several soldiers with pinpoint accuracy.

"Forehead……"

The men groaned and collapsed immediately.

"Escort!"

"Escort!"

"Someone is plotting a rebellion!"

Another wave of sounds rang out, and yet another group of even stronger and larger soldiers rushed in from outside the tent.

The leader was a thin young man who put down his bow and arrows and shouted loudly.

"Help!"

"Help!"

The soldiers charged forward, shouting the same slogans as An Minxing and his men.

"what?!"

Am I a rebel?!
An Minxing's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he kept shouting, "There's a mistake, there's a mistake!"

"Lord Chang, it's me, An Minxing! We've come to your rescue!"

He recognized the thin-faced young man; he was one of the most senior members of the Blood-Clad Army, one of Wang Huai's most trusted men, and one of the Nine Ghosts of the Blood-Clad Army.

Chang Feng, the lecherous devil.

Time flies by, and the Blood-Clad Army saves the world in the name of ghosts.

Those heroes and great men have gradually passed away.

The Blood-Clad Nine Ghosts, the Drunken Ghost Ye Kaifeng, the Mountain Ghost Huang Fan, and the War Ghost Xing Yong all died in the Battle of Yueyang. The Greedy Ghost Liang Yixiu died of illness, the Sick Ghost Wang Liu was assassinated, and the Astrological Ghost Qi Yuan defected...

All that's left are the hungry ghost Wang Huai, the lecherous ghost Chang Feng, and the gambling ghost Qiu Ming.

These two remaining people were arguably Wang Huai's closest confidants, his most trusted confidants.

Now Chang Feng has appeared here, shouting "treason" loudly, as if a thunderclap has exploded in my ears.

At that moment, An Minxing had already envisioned an ending he didn't want to think about.

"Save me?"

"You are traitors!"

"You attempted to assassinate His Majesty!"

Chang Feng merely glanced at him, unwilling to say anything more, but simply waved his hand and shouted, "Kill them!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the two sides immediately engaged in battle.

"Forehead……"

The spear pierced his chest with pinpoint accuracy.

An Minxing's eyes widened as blood gushed out, and his life quickly faded away.

He stared blankly at Chang Feng in front of him, as if trying to get an answer from the other man.

what happened?

That's so strange!
Did Wang Huai discover his scheme?

Now that he has been discovered, why not execute him as soon as possible?

Soon, all the rebels were killed by Chang Feng and his subordinates.

They didn't have time to complete their grander plans before their story came to an end here.

Hasty, rudimentary, and chaotic.

Chang Feng glanced at the mess in front of him. Flaming arrows had set Wang Huai's tent ablaze.

He turned his gaze to the continuous military camps not far away, where the blood-red flags of the Blood-Clad Army fluttered in the wind.

Shouts echoed throughout the ranks, causing widespread chaos and disarray.

He let out a soft breath, a look of sorrow in his eyes, and murmured, "Big brother..."

……

Wang Huai is really dead.

Everyone saw the raging fire burning in the main tent and the thick smoke rising straight into the clouds.

Reality struck like a heavy hammer, slamming into the hearts of all the soldiers of the Blood-Clad Army.

Time passed quickly, and they still hadn't heard His Majesty's reassuring roar.

Hope dwindled, and every last shred of hope was shattered.

They gradually came to believe it... that their emperor seemed to be truly dead!
Without a leader, we have lost our direction.

What to do next?
Amid the chaos, two groups were fighting each other.

One group was An Minxing's remnants, who were the instigators of the unrest. They spread rumors that Wang Huai was dead and created chaos.

The second group was led by the gambling addict Qiu Ming. They shouted that An Minxing had led a rebellion and killed Wang Huai.

Regardless of the voice or the faction, the result was the same: Wang Huai was dead.

The entire Qi army camp has completely collapsed.

The chaos lasted for a long time.

Ultimately, An Minxing and his group fell into a losing position. Although they failed, they were indeed rebels and instigators of a mutiny, destined to receive little support. The few generals who plotted rebellion merely represented the choice of their respective armies.

Their role is to vote on behalf of their army after the overall situation has been decided.

However, everything has now exceeded expectations.

There was no news from An Minxing. When the gambler held up Wang Huai's token and denounced them as traitors, his fooled army would not fight for them.

"boom!"

Amidst everyone's confusion and disarray.

Suddenly, a tremendous, earth-shattering roar resounded.

This is the sound of cannons fired during the Qian Yuan's siege of the city.

The scale was enormous and deafening.

For a moment, the chaotic Blood-Clad Army soldiers were startled and quieted down.

Everyone looked up in unison, all looking in the same direction.

The black banner with a golden dragon fluttered in the wind.

At some unknown time, the Qian Yuan army, which was supposed to have left, returned in a grand procession.

Eight thousand soldiers, not a large number.

But they stood there in perfect order, well-equipped, their combined presence seemingly capable of destroying mountains and rivers.

The dark, gaping cannon muzzle that shattered Xiaoyao City emitted wisps of white smoke, sending chills down one's spine.

Although their numbers were fewer than those of the Blood-Clad Army, these Qian Yuan soldiers intimidated the chaotic Blood-Clad Army.

Among the crowd, even the lecherous and gambling addicts couldn't help but sigh inwardly at the sight.

Perhaps my elder brother is right.

Their era... is over.

"Soldiers of Great Qi, listen to me..."

Unexpectedly, in front of Qian Yuan's army, only Ling Yu rode a tall horse to command the army, while the elusive Marquis Ming Chen, riding a white wolf, was nowhere to be seen.

Before setting out, Ling Yu thought that this battle was only to capture Xiaoyao City and eliminate Xu Zhongling.

She never expected it would end like this.

Looking at the endless military camps and the vast army in blood-stained uniforms, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Things are unpredictable.

Ling Yu raised her head and looked down at the vast army of blood-clad soldiers.

Several loud-voiced patrolmen nearby shouted on her behalf, "Do you remember who you are?"

"Qian Yuan people!"

"Qian Yuan people!"

"Qian Yuan people!"

As soon as the words fell, the Qian Yuan army raised their weapons and responded in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

They are all people from Qianyuan.

Five hundred years of dynasty have etched the culture of Qian Yuan into their national bloodline, and it can never be erased.

This outcry is not only to bolster their own morale, but also to awaken the most fundamental thoughts in the hearts of those soldiers in blood-stained uniforms.

We're all from Qian Yuan, why are we fighting?

"Do you still remember what you are fighting for?"

Do you still remember what your dreams were?

……

On the other side, high in the mountains.

"Big brother, aren't you going to come and take a look?"

Ming Chen, the commander of the army, did not appear beside Ling Yu. Instead, he stood quietly, looking down at the people who were as small as ants in the distance.

Beside him, a gentle breeze blew, and a burly man leaned against a pine tree, holding a scabbard in his hand, quietly gazing up at the azure sky.

The soldiers in blood-stained clothes were filled with fear and chaos.

The root cause is that they have lost their spiritual support.

However, at this moment, the already dead 'Wang Huai' was standing right there.

If Wang Huai doesn't want to die, Ming Chen will never let him die.

Even his family members were carefully protected and escorted away.

Upon hearing this, Wang Huai lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I won't watch anymore."

Next, once the Qian Yuan army has brought the situation under control, these disorganized soldiers will make their choices under the guidance of the few people left behind by Wang Huai and Ling Yu.

He could either retire from the military and return to his hometown to live a normal life, get married, and have children.

Alternatively, join Qian Yuan and start a brand new chapter in your life.

Regardless of their choice, the Blood-Clad Army has reached this point and should disband.

If he insists on continuing to act unilaterally, these soldiers will not get a good outcome.

He entrusted his ideals to Mingchen, and to these soldiers as well.

This is the end for the Blood-Clad Army.

Mingchen brought him here so that he could see the Blood-Clad Army one last time and put an end to everything.

But Wang Huai didn't want to see it.

He fled in such a disgraceful manner, unable to face the soldiers who were loyal to him.

The little bird flapped its wings on a nearby tree branch, raised its head, and said proudly, "Hmph, dare to call me a bat? Give me a break! Serves you right!"

Her eyesight is much better than Mingchen's.

She could even see the general's tent ablaze, and the traitors being killed.

To be honest, the mutiny by his subordinates was indeed unexpected by Mingchen.

However, people's hearts are unpredictable. The situation in the Great Qi is not good now, and not all the Blood-Clad Army soldiers are loyal and righteous. This is reasonable and normal.

So, they decided to go along with it and go with the flow.

A fire burned down the camp, and that's how the eldest brother exited the stage.

We can just pin the blame on these traitors who staged the mutiny.

This makes many things much more convenient.

These die-hards will not surrender to Qian Yuan, and keeping them around will only cause trouble in the future. Now that they have jumped out, it's easier to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

It's reasonable that Wang Huai 'died' in this turmoil. The Blood-Clad Army was leaderless, and under the guidance of the two ghosts, it was easier for Qian Yuan to take over.

The only downside is that the arrival of the Qian Yuan army was too coincidental, which might lead some suspicious and sensitive people to believe that it was a conspiracy by Qian Yuan.

However, if they don't arrive quickly, Wang Huai's Blood-Clad Army will likely collapse soon, and many people will die.

If Wang Huai were alive and announced his surrender to Qian Yuan, it might cause quite a commotion. Coupled with the instigation of these people with ulterior motives, it would likely further diminish his prestige. If the words of surrender came from Wang Huai's mouth, it would only backfire.

Moreover, even if everything goes smoothly while he is alive, many people will not be content and may even plant a bomb for the future.

If Wang Huai dies here, at least his soldiers won't be resentful. With their morale shattered, they'll naturally seek other ways out, which will make it easier to persuade them.

This will make it easier to explain to Qian Yuan.

Wang Huai couldn't bear to see too many people die; only when he 'died' could everything calm down.

"Aren't you really going to take a look?"

This is Wang Huai's entire life.

Mingchen suppressed his smile and asked softly.

The older brother next to me said he wasn't looking, but his attention was actually still on the distant military camp.

He did these things in the hope that his subordinates wouldn't follow him down the same dark path.

So... he certainly wanted to confirm that they were truly on the path to a better future.

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!!"

"Your Majesty!!!"

……

Ling Yu's soldiers shouted outside the military camp, trying to awaken the blood-stained soldiers' recognition of Qian Yuan.

Meanwhile, in the military camp, the army calmed down thanks to the booming cannons of the Qian Yuan Army.

So much happened today, everything was too fast and too chaotic, and many people couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, or understand the situation.

But now they do know one thing for sure...

That was the death of their Qi emperor.

The soldiers, their faces filled with grief, knelt down involuntarily as they looked at the main tent engulfed in flames at the center of the city, crying out in sorrow.

Soldiers are easily misled and easily blinded by what is in front of them.

They will be instigated, rumors will spread, and morale will be shaken.

However, some lasting memories are what they are; they are etched into our minds and will never be forgotten.

They remembered that the leader raised his arms and shouted in the city, "I will wear my armor with my blood, and sacrifice my heroic soul for peace," thus establishing the spiritual belief for the entire Blood-Clad Army.

They remembered their supreme position, yet they fought bravely at the forefront of their army, and during the retreat, they stayed at the rear to cover everyone's retreat.

He was full of passion, sincerity, and courage.

From beginning to end, the Blood-Clad Army was Wang Huai's Blood-Clad Army.

Everyone remembers him; there has never been another like him throughout history.

He might have harbored many complaints while he was alive.

However, once this person leaves and never returns, people will remember his kindness and miss him.

"Big Brother!!!"

Among the crowd, the lecher and the gambler also knelt on the ground.

These passionate young men, however, were now in tears, staring blankly at the burning military camp.

They knew their eldest brother wasn't dead, but... he was practically dead.

They cried out in anguish, "Rest in peace!"

"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, sob sob sob, may you rest in peace!"

"His Majesty……"

The soldiers cried out in anguish, their voices carrying far, far away.

Some even went so far as to commit suicide by sword and chase after Wang Huai.

……

High up on the mountain, Wang Huai couldn't help but sway his body.

He had done many wrong things. He had been instigated by Xu Zhongling, and many people in the army had opinions about him. Some even wanted to kill him.

He never expected that his hasty departure would earn him such respect from these soldiers.

Even his ending was one of deception, manipulation, and exploitation...

He unconsciously clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

A mix of emotions surged through my mind, leaving me with a complex and indescribable feeling.

Perhaps he would rather die here.

(End of this chapter)