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

Chapter 434 Dawn Breaks
The sun eventually set behind the mountains, and night enveloped the earth.

"kill!"

"Come on!"

"go to hell!"

The fighting continued, with soldiers glaring and roaring angrily.

Two great rulers are destined not to coexist in the world.

The world is bound to be unified, and the nation is bound to be reunited and integrated, but neither the monarch nor the people want to be the loser.

This is the significance of this war.

As night falls, countless lives perish, their blood irrigating the land, and will eventually become nourishment at dawn, nurturing the bright flowers of a new era.

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

The gun barrel created a whistling wind pressure, flashed with a cold glint, and the crisp sound of weapons clashing was incessant.

In the chaotic battlefield, the two sides tacitly made way for each other's leaders.

"Hahaha!"

"Come on, come on!"

"Come again!"

The darkness seemed to have no effect on Qin Lou. He raised his heavy Overlord Spear and brought it down on Ming Chen's head, laughing wildly as he did so.

He has done everything he could to get to this point.

The rest is up to the enemy, to the soldiers.

If he wins, he will rule the world.

If it doesn't work, he's willing to accept defeat.

Now he felt completely free of burdens and had no hesitation; he only wanted to devote himself wholeheartedly to this battle.

Have a good, satisfying fight.

Mingchen also fought to the end, holding his iron spear and blocking the opponent's powerful attacks time and time again.

Firelight flickered on the city wall.

The soldiers' battle cries echoed through the sky.

However, the flags planted on the city wall stood there quietly, while the old man floated in mid-air, silently watching the battlefield.

Frankly speaking, such wars are actually quite rare.

Both sides were heroes, both were ambitious, and they were evenly matched, fighting each other to the death.

Well... it's quite different from the wars that Lao Gui participated in back in the day.

No one wanted to lose, and everyone had loftier ideals. Behind this battle, there were few dirty and sordid personal interests, making it seem more pure.

Old Ghost didn't seem to have any particular preference this time; for some reason, it felt like he could win either way.

The little bird folded its wings and stood side by side with the mischievous fox on the flag, observing the rather brutal war together.

Even though Mingchen appeared to be fighting a difficult battle, he wouldn't allow them to use superhuman abilities to interfere with the battle.

They were just there as a group of family and friends watching a war movie.

The cat sat atop the city tower, its tail swaying gently as it surveyed the entire battlefield, its gaze fixed on Mingchen, who was locked in combat with Qin Lou.

The tuft of white hair on his forehead, resembling an eye, was particularly striking in the darkness.

Mingchen had already acquired enough power, and he didn't want his life to be guided by meaningless missions.

Do whatever you want, no longer bound by the quests and wishes suggested by the various monsters around you.

If it succeeds, great; if not, just wait. There's always a time when something unexpected will turn out well.

He had forgotten to pay attention, and before he knew it, the number of people whose fates had been spied on by the cat had reached ninety-eight.

Time flowed slowly, and this night was destined to be very long for many people.

……

"General, we've won!"

"The enemy has been routed!"

At Liuxia Mountain, dawn breaks.

The Qian Yuan soldiers, covered in blood, rushed to their commander, their faces beaming with excitement.

In this back-and-forth battle of wits and schemes, Qian Yuan ultimately prevailed.

After Qin Zhuang's Northern Fierce Army broke through Liuxia Mountain, their formation was loose, and they never expected that this was just a trap with a large number of Qian Yuan ambush troops.

When Xiao Ling led tens of thousands of troops straight in, he completely scattered the entire Northern Fierce Army.

Caught completely off guard, the Northern Fierce Army collapsed and suffered a crushing defeat.

Led by Qin Zhuang, they fled in disarray.

Xiao Ling nodded slightly: "Have Liu Xiao lead his troops in pursuit, but don't let them get too far."

"Yes!"

"General... General..."

With everything settled, the Liuxia Mountain was ablaze with fire, now reduced to ruins.

Of the original garrison, only one-tenth remained, and all their provisions were burned.

Even though Mingchen and Lingyu had anticipated this, they still suffered considerable losses.

However... the garrison commander here was lucky enough to survive.

Wang Dacheng and a strikingly beautiful young woman approached Xiao Ling. He looked around blankly, speechless for a moment.

Xiao Ling naturally wouldn't say that they were just bait, but simply smiled at Wang Dacheng: "General Ling and Lord Ming knew that Liuxia Mountain was in trouble, so they specially sent me to provide assistance."

"General Wang, you have done a great job. I will definitely recommend you for commendation."

Even now, Wang Dacheng is still somewhat mentally disoriented.

He didn't know how the Northern Fierce Army had fought their way in, nor did he know where the Qian Yuan Army had come from to drive the enemy away.

But judging from their current actions, they seem to have won, and he seems to be safe.

Thinking of this, he kept forcing a dry laugh at Xiao Ling, "Thank you... thank you General Xiao, it's just my duty."

Xiao Ling waved his hand, but turned his gaze to the more unique person beside him.

This girl was dressed very simply, but she was very cute and had a very special temperament.

Having traversed battlefields for many years, Xiao Ling had also developed a keen insight.

He had a strange feeling that this girl, who was only ten years old, possessed a terrifying power, a power that could endanger his life.

However... he also felt that the other party was somewhat familiar.

He couldn't help but ask, "Who are you...?"

The other party didn't try to hide anything and simply said, "Uncle Xiao Ling, I am Yun Yao."

"Yun Yao?!"

Xiao Ling was startled, then instantly realized: "You are Lord Yun's...sister?"

He remembered why this girl looked so familiar.

Yun Yao!
The younger sister of that exceptionally talented young man in the imperial court.

Besides that, she has an even more important identity: the nominal disciple of Lord Mingchen.

Yun Zheng is currently a marquis, not yet a duke, but given his talent and the Emperor's high regard for him, it's only a matter of time before he takes another step forward. I estimate his next promotion will be after this battle.

The Yun family was already in a prominent position, and now they have also become associated with the Ming family, becoming Ming Chen's disciples.

This girl can be said to be favored by heaven and earth, and has gathered the wealth of two families. She is probably no less than a princess of the imperial dynasty.

Mingchen has no heirs yet; there are only two junior members in his household, two maids.

One is the somewhat taciturn Xiu Die, and the other is Yun Yao.

At the annual meeting, Xiao Ling deliberately brought her son to hang around in front of Ming Chen, actually hoping to facilitate a good deal.

To his dismay, Mingchen seemed uninterested.

Later, busy with the war and running around, he lost touch with these families back home.

He never expected to encounter this girl on the battlefield.

Thinking of this, his gaze softened, like a strange uncle coaxing a child: "Yun Yao, what brings you here?"

Children grow up too fast and change too much.

After not seeing him for several years, he almost didn't recognize him.

This girl is really cute, much cuter than the other dull-witted girl in the Ming family.

If he could win this girl's favor, the marriage arrangement would be a natural outcome. Yun Yao had no idea what this strange uncle was thinking, but she glanced at him and said, "We've only come this far."

Xiao Ling: ...

Have we arrived here?
They're probably lost.

What kind of extraordinary person could casually stroll onto the battlefield?
Is this how Mingchen teaches his children?

How could he let this girl run away like that?
Yun Zheng is so carefree, isn't he worried at all?

"Cough cough... Yun, uh, thanks to Miss Yun for defeating that monster general of Bei Lie, I was able to save my life."

"I forgot to thank you, young lady. Please accept my bow."

Wang Dacheng shuddered.

When he first heard this girl say that her master was Mingchen, he thought she was talking nonsense!

How could Mingchen, a man of such high status, allow such a young girl to come out? And dressed so simply?
Now that he had arrived in front of Xiao Ling, and seeing that Xiao Ling recognized her, and having overheard the few fragmented pieces of information from their conversation, he clearly understood everything.

He shuddered and kept bowing to the other person.

There was only one important figure with the surname Yun in the imperial court.

Mingchen, Yunzheng, Xiaoling... he trembled when these people stood in front of him.

"kindness?"

"what?"

Xiao Ling paused upon hearing this.

He glanced at Yun Yao again, then asked Wang Dacheng, "What did you say?"

Meeting Xiao Ling's gaze, Wang Dacheng coughed lightly and repeated, "Cough cough..."

Xiao Ling fell silent upon hearing this.

This little girl? You're telling me this little girl defeated Qin Zhuang, that guy who looked like a tough opponent?
It seems the marriage alliance will have to wait a while...

He didn't know if his unfortunate son could withstand a slap from this terrifying girl.

What kind of monster has Mingchen raised?

Yun Yao had no idea what Xiao Ling had gone through in those few short moments. She remained as indifferent as ever and said to Xiao Ling, "Uncle Xiao, I want to see my master."

"Could you give me a ride?"

The unlucky girl didn't miss her brother at all; she only talked about her master all the time.

Xiao Ling simply nodded upon hearing this: "Oh... okay, okay..."

He subconsciously looked northeast, towards the direction of Qian Yuan's main army.

That's the direction where Ling Yu and Ming Chen are.

"drive!"

"drive!"

Just then, a rider galloped up and shouted, "General, urgent report!"

"Bei Lie dispatched an elite force from Hanzhang, personally commanded by the Northern Emperor. Their fighting strength was extremely fierce, and they broke through three of our army's defenses, heading straight for General Ling's main force."

"After that, nearly 100,000 troops came out in full force to launch a strong attack on our army."

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling was immediately shocked, and his expression changed drastically.

"not good!"

"It's a scam!"

Since the king of Beilie personally led his troops into battle, he has never gained an advantage over Qian Yuan.

His performance was even worse than that of Tian Hong, who once threatened Yueyang City.

Little did they know, everything they had done was part of the enemy's scheme.

When they strike, they are swift as the wind, striking directly at the vital points.

The enemy's real target is actually the main battlefield!
Ling Yu's main force is currently facing a severe shortage of troops on the battlefield!
"quick!"

His expression tightened, and he hurriedly shouted to his subordinates, "Organize the entire army!"

If Ling Yu is defeated, then the entire battle line will completely collapse.

……

"kill!!!"

"Hahahaha! You little brat Qian Yuan, taste the power of your grandfather!"

"Hahaha! Come on!"

……

Time slips away unnoticed between our fingers.

When the first rays of dawn pierced the darkness and fell upon the earth, all that could be seen were gushing blood, shattered weapons, and corpses lying in disarray.

The battle raged for an entire night without stopping.

People are dying every minute and every second.

Neither the Northern Fierce Army nor the Qian Yuan Army would retreat; they would fight to the very end for the leaders they believed in.

only……

"General Ling, let's retreat!"

"We're about to be overwhelmed!"

Ultimately, the Qian Yuan dynasty was outnumbered in terms of military strength.

Even if Ling Yu was meticulous in her calculations, even if Ming Chen brought in the Blood Fiend Legion...

The total number of troops under Qian Yuan was less than that of Bei Lie.

With the main force being transferred south, no matter how meticulous Ling Yu's strategic deployment was, it could never match the sheer size of the Northern Fierce army.

Under the relentless onslaught of Qin Lou's massive army, which pressed forward with overwhelming force, the Qian Yuan army suffered repeated defeats.

The arrogant Qian Yuan army, having won so many victories, finally realized the true ferocity and terror of the Bei Lie people.

The Northern Lie people's offensive was too fierce, and they were gradually showing signs of collapse.

After fighting all night, the general, covered in blood, rushed to Ling Yu and urged her urgently, "As long as we're alive, we can always fight again!"

After one night, the situation of the two armies was almost clear enough.

The Northern Fierce Army has the upper hand; it's time to retreat!
If the fighting continues, they may find it difficult to retreat.

Even if we lose here, we can reconsider later, as long as Ling Yu and the other high-ranking officials survive.

"retreat?"

Ling Yu remained calm, but after giving him a quick sidelong glance, she drew her long sword from her waist.

The general hesitated for a moment: "Uh...this..."

Is General Ling about to unleash his power?

Everyone knows how many legends this monster general has; when she goes berserk, she can truly sway the course of a battle.

Ling Yu gripped her sword tightly, gazing at the horrific battlefield below.

Retreat means defeat!

If we lose here, our heart will be pierced, and our morale will be beyond saving. The Northern Fierce Army will spread outwards from this point, and the entire battle line will collapse completely. This battle will be a complete defeat, and Qian Yuan will lose!
Ling Yu is not incapable of accepting failure.

If Mingchen stops fighting, if Mingchen admits defeat, she won't force him.

She disliked Bei Lie, but the immense hatred she had carried since childhood had gradually diminished amidst the bloodshed of countless Bei Lie people.

Judging solely from this battle, Bei Lie should probably have won.

but……

She gazed into the distance, looking towards the very center of the battlefield.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

"drink!"

A cold glint flashed, and the spear moved like a swimming dragon.

Horses and white wolves gallop across the battlefield, and the two leaders continue their fight.

Mingchen is still fighting, Mingchen hasn't said retreat, Mingchen hasn't said defeat...

So, she won't give up.

"when!"

At that very moment, in the very center of the battlefield, the weapons of the two leaders clashed, producing a crisp sound.

(End of this chapter)