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

Chapter 424 I bet you're going to suffer a loss.
"War is not child's play."

"The Northern Emperor has arrived on the battlefield with an army of 400,000. With such a formidable enemy at hand, it is not the time to relax. I hope that you will all restrain your subordinates and enforce military discipline."

"The morale in the military is not good right now, and I don't want this to happen again."

"National affairs are of utmost importance. At this time, anyone who engages in corruption and profits from the war will be severely punished by Ling."

Inside the military tent, Ling Yu sat in the main seat, surveying the generals around him with an indifferent tone.

Compared to the several seasoned generals around her, the beautiful female general was excessively young.

However, no one present dared to underestimate her.

Despite it being winter, several people already had cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

After winning so many battles, the soldiers became arrogant and their morale collapsed. Ling Yu had to put a high shot on everyone.

Word has spread.

Ling Yu and Ming Chen encountered patrolling soldiers in the city who were oppressing the people and extorting money from them.

This is no small matter.

You should know that Ling Yu and Ming Chen are two of the only four dukes in the dynasty.

On the front lines of the battlefield today, the authority to act as an imperial envoy is absolutely necessary.

No matter how high your status is, you're definitely not as high as someone else's.

They can do whatever they want to you.

If someone witnesses your misconduct, they will peel back the layers of the law, and even if you are truly innocent, they can still punish you for failing to properly supervise your children.

Ling Yu turned her gaze to a middle-aged general and said, "You are all generals of our dynasty, commanding thousands of troops and guarding strategic locations. You should pay more attention to this..."

Ling Yu was well aware of the power of every word she uttered as the commander-in-chief.

The army, including its logistics support, currently numbers in the hundreds of thousands. As the numbers increase layer by layer, the power of her every word is terrifying.

She needs to change the atmosphere, but she can't make definitive statements. She needs to make her stance clear and guide the military to gradually turn things around.

Saying these things at this time is actually a warning or a warning.

Several generals who caught her gaze trembled and quickly bowed their heads respectfully, saying, "Your subordinates obey."

……

"really weird."

“Your Qian Yuan forces are clearly outnumbered, and you are on enemy territory, so you have neither the advantage of terrain nor the advantage of popular support.”

"How come, despite being at a complete disadvantage, the soldiers are instead arrogant and unruly?"

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive in Ling Yu's main tent, but on the other side...

Handsome men and beautiful women together, enjoying flowers and the moon, present a completely different scene.

Since the surprise attack by waterway that broke through Zhenling Pass, Mingchen seems to have fallen into silence. He marches with the army as if on vacation, doing nothing all day and making no further contributions.

At this moment, he sat opposite the beautiful Taoist girl, looking at the map.

Mingchen did not place any restrictions on this wonderfully beautiful girl with exceptional observational skills, nor did he take any precautions. He allowed her to spy on any secret places in the military formation and to inquire about Qian Yuan's strategic deployment.

Just as she said, Lu Tian could understand military formations, and sometimes she would even offer suggestions that made Ling Yu realize something.

She genuinely wanted to help Mingchen.

Of course, she had no sense of national identity or patriotism, and she was completely indifferent to the people of both countries.

Her goal was simple from beginning to end: she just wanted to help Mingchen.

At this moment, as the two were chatting, she asked Mingchen with great interest.

To be honest, the atmosphere of the Qian Yuan army formation right now seems a bit strange to her.

Logically speaking, such a situation should not occur at all.

This is very unusual.

The two countries are locked in combat, and Qian Yuan has not yet won!

Even before the army arrived to provide support, being situated on someone else's territory put them at a disadvantage.

Ironically, Qian Yuanjun possessed a strange, inexplicable confidence.

really weird.

Mingchen shrugged: "Victorious soldiers are bound to be arrogant; people's thinking is bound to be habitual."

For decades, the Qian Yuan army had never reached the territory of the Bei Lie army, and for decades the Qian Yuan army had been under constant pressure from the Bei Lie army.

These emotions will not be released; they will only accumulate.

Now, fortunes change, and things take a turn for the better.

Ling Yu won too much.

Many things in this world are a mixture of misfortune and fortune.

Victory comes at a price.

They created many miracles of winning with fewer troops, even fighting against 100,000 men with one man outside Xingtai Pass.

The original garrison has been diluted to a great extent, and the current Qian Yuan army is mostly supported by various parts of the country. They have never seen it with their own eyes, but have only heard various rumors.

Anyone would feel safe and secure having such a leader above them.

Even though the enemy forces are now larger, and even though the Tiger King is personally leading the expedition, the Qian Yuan Army still feels a sense of relaxation.

There's nothing we can do; people's hearts are beyond our control.

Unless Ling Yu and Ming Chen are dead, and they lose.

Lu Tian thought about what Ming Chen said and leaned back in her chair: "It seems like you're going to suffer a loss."

"Really?"

Lu Tian's words sounded somewhat disheartening, but Ming Chen didn't take them to heart.

Seeing that Mingchen remained calm, Lu Tian couldn't contain herself any longer and kept moving closer to him, trying to sell herself: "I've met all the generals on Qian Yuan's side. I asked Sister Ling about their resumes and responsibilities, and I can guess that a few of them might make mistakes in the future. Do you want to hear it?"

"Hehe, of course I'll help you!"

She has an overwhelming amount of emotional energy.

Even now, she remains optimistic and cheerful, always wearing a bright smile, making it impossible for anyone to feel any ill will towards her.

Mingchen smiled and asked her, "It's getting cold."

The wind was blowing, and Lu Tian was always wearing the same loose Taoist robe.

The hem of her coat fluttered in the cold wind, making it look thin and tight.

Mingchen took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, asking with a smile, "Are you cold?"

"what?"

We were just talking about military matters, and suddenly this person has changed their tune?
Lu Tian stared at Ming Chen with wide, bewildered eyes, as if her computer had frozen, and asked, "Aren't you cold?"

She's not an ordinary person; she's long been immune to heat and cold.

Mingchen wagged his little finger at her and asked, "Do you remember what we talked about before?"

"remember!"

Lu Tian certainly remembers!
That was the most important promise between them.

Mingchen is a smooth talker.

For no apparent reason, seeing Mingchen's smile, her heart skipped a beat, and she asked repeatedly, "You want to back out?!"

Mingchen raised an eyebrow and asked her in return, "What if I wanted to back out? Would you be unhappy?"

However, this time, the girl, who always had a bright smile, paused, and her smile seemed to fade a bit: "I...I think...I might."

After saying that, she frowned and seemed to be in a daze for a moment.

The system has a bug.

Mingchen gently patted her shoulder.

"The world is a wonder, and the human heart is a wonder."

"Predictions are not always accurate."

"My dear wife, why don't you try to rediscover the meaning of life? You can live for yourself."

After Mingchen finished speaking, he saw a child walking towards him in the distance and waved to her with a smile: "Yo~ Our Xiudie'er is here!"

With that, he walked over.

"Brother~"

After the child and the family's cats and foxes followed Mingchen north, her presence was always minimal. She simply followed Mingchen wherever he and Lingyu went. When they were busy, she would stay quietly by herself, practicing martial arts and studying the lessons Mingchen taught her.

Compared to home, the North was actually more difficult, but she preferred it here.

Mingchen patted the child's head and said with a smile, "Have you finished your homework?"

The child is now fourteen years old and has grown into a young lady.

Her appearance gradually matured; she had single eyelids and an oval face. Although the ulcerated, clown-like face that was covered in pustules from her childhood had been cured, she couldn't be described as an exceptionally beautiful woman.

But of course, his own daughter was the best; Mingchen thought his well-behaved child was the cutest.

From childhood to adulthood, the child's eyes were always dull and lifeless, a stark contrast to Lu Tian's clear, doe-like eyes.

She looked up at Mingchen and blankly replied, "It's done!"

"Good~"

Mingchen smiled and said to her, "How about we go out and have some fun in a few days?"

During wartime, this guy really didn't feel any tension at all, and even during work hours he was thinking of ways to take a vacation.

"Good~"

The child smiled unconsciously, nodded gently, and said to Mingchen, "Brother, Sister Ling is calling you."

"Okay, sure!"

After Mingchen left, Lu Tian was left alone in the courtyard again.

However, she sat there blankly, the clothes she was wearing still warm from that person's touch, and she looked up at the sky in a daze.

She discovered that her husband was indeed a very difficult person to understand.

Perhaps because she cared too much, her super brain couldn't give her the right choice or answer.

"Like it~"

However, she just seems to have taken a small step.

……

"Your Majesty, the day before yesterday, Zhang Wei of the Qian Yuan Army led 5,000 troops to attack our Fusheng City under cover of night. Although we failed to capture it, we suffered heavy losses. The defending general has requested our assistance."

"Let Ding Zi'ang lead his troops to provide support."

"Yes!"

……

"Your Majesty, General Liu has recaptured Qingjin, but... the Qian Yuan army feigned defeat and laid an ambush in the southeast. General Liu was unfortunately shot by an arrow and died for his country."

"I understand."

……

"Your Majesty, General Cheng has won a great victory; Chongling has been recaptured by our army."

"it is good!"

……

Time passed slowly, and the two armies clashed in battles of all sizes. The two armies probed each other and each had its own victories and defeats.

Qin Lou resided in the main tent at the center of the Northern Fierce Army, where he was busy with daily affairs, handling military reports from various sources.

To the surprise of the Northern Army soldiers.

Even with the Northern Fierce Army having a numerical advantage, even with everyone fighting bravely and united as one, and even with the terrifying buff of the Northern Emperor personally leading the expedition.

Bei Lie still didn't gain any advantage from the terrifying Ling Yu.

On the contrary, battle reports came in frequently, but they were mostly bad and few good.

Despite lacking advantages in both location and popular support, Ling Yu was still able to gradually encroach upon the north.

Ambushes, sneak attacks, feints to lure the enemy, lightning strikes... After leaving the strategic pass, Ling Yu did not dim her brilliance. On the contrary, she was liberated and completely unleashed her military talents to the world. She played every battle in a unique way and always succeeded.

Emperor Qin Lou spends his days in his military tent and is not as low-key as usual. He doesn't usually offer any major strategic plans, but simply follows the advice of his subordinate generals, sending troops when needed and engaging in battle when required.

His Majesty's ambitious desire to personally lead the expedition resonated with the hopes and confidence of countless soldiers.

This emperor must be as powerful as a tiger roaring across ten thousand miles, with an aura that can swallow mountains and rivers.

However... so far, it seems that the expected results have not been achieved.

Fortunately, Qin Lou's prestige was still sufficient.

People will never lose faith in this monarch.

“Liang Baiyu… He Minghao… Lu Chenfeng…”

Inside the military tent, Qin Lou quietly read through the scrolls and intelligence.

All the information Bei Lie could find about the generals and leaders of the Qian Yuan faction—their resumes, backgrounds, fighting styles, and personality traits—was before his eyes.

During this period, he had seen far too much information. He knew the layout of the battlefield, the terrain of various cities, rivers, and the intelligence on the enemy forces he was currently looking at.

Why come to the front lines?
As for His Majesty personally leading the expedition to boost morale, that's just the most basic step.

He wanted his eyes and ears to experience the battlefield more vividly.

He wants to see and process every piece of information immediately; he wants to be able to control everything he sees with his palm within reach.

Handling affairs, receiving information... Qin Lou was actually very busy during this period.

The candlelight flickered, and dusk was approaching.

The servants knew Qin Lou's personality traits, and apart from matters related to military reports, no one dared to disturb him.

Qin Lou stood up, stretched his limbs, and walked out of the tent.

Winter has arrived, and the cold wind is biting.

Although Qin Lou was a monarch, he was full of energy and had a strong body, so he did not feel cold; on the contrary, he felt a little cool.

The sun had already set, and the sky was gray.

He gazed into the distance and sighed repeatedly.

The past is like smoke and clouds. I remember when Mingchen first came to Beilie, it seemed to be around this time!
That unique guy wagered himself, betting that he would be friends with him.

Qin Lou lost the bet, and he accepted it.

A king has no friends.

Qin Lou only has Ming Chen as a friend.

Time flies, and I don't even know how many years have passed.

Many things have happened over the years, and people have changed accordingly. He has changed a lot, and Mingchen has changed a lot as well.

Qin Lou snapped out of his daze, then turned around and said to a guard, "Have Cheng Xinqing send someone to tell Mingchen that I wish to see him."

Now that the chaos has come to an end, he wants to meet with Mingchen.

Perhaps this will be the last time we see each other.

The guard whose name was called paused for a moment, not even realizing what was happening, before hurriedly replying, "Uh...yes!"

what?
An envoy?

His Majesty wishes to meet with Mingchen?

He heard these words clearly, but didn't understand them, and left in a daze.

After a while, another person hurried over, knelt down on one knee before Qin Lou, presented a letter, and whispered, "Your Majesty, news from the Qian Yuan Army..."

Qin Lou snapped out of his emotional state in an instant.

He opened the letter and looked at its contents.

He nodded immediately: "Go down."

"Yes!"

After his subordinates left, he sighed softly, "Victorious soldiers are always arrogant... Mingchen, can you see that? Is this your old trick again?"

(End of this chapter)