Memoirs of the Heavenly Khan

Chapter 191 My Lord, It's Time for a Raise

Wanqi Chounu was an audacious gambler.

But a gambler is not necessarily careless; on the contrary, he is very cautious.

Wanqi Chounu was betting on an opportunity—a chance to strike his prey when it was off guard and plunge his dagger into its vitals.

He knew that only by stabbing the dagger into the opponent's vital point could he turn the tide of the entire situation.

Wanqi Chounu had imagined many scenarios of him drawing the dagger and stabbing his opponent, but he never expected it to be this somewhat absurd scene.

"You old bastard, don't you dare run away!"

Hou Mochen Chong, bow in hand and spear in hand, galloped on his horse, closely following behind Wanqi Chounu.

The relationship between hunter and prey was completely transformed at this moment.

Not long ago, Wanqi Chounu led a thousand cavalry in a charge, but this young general, wearing Li Shuang's armor, turned around and led five hundred cavalry in a counter-charge.

Upon getting close and seeing the face of the young general wearing Li Shuang's armor, Wanqi Chounu realized that these five hundred cavalrymen were a trap!

This young player is not Li Shuang at all!
Wanqi Chounu was surprised by the cunning mind of this young Duke of Tang, but he was also full of confidence in himself.

Two against one, the chances of winning are very high.

This is what Wanqi Chounu thought, and this is what he did.

But it wasn't until he clashed with Houmo Chenchong that Wanqi Chounu understood something.

He is old!

Or rather, young people today lack martial ethics.

In just one glance, Wanqi Chounu felt his hand holding the long spear tremble.

What kind of monsters are Li Shuang's subordinates!

Even an unknown young player is so amazing!
After meeting him, Wanqi Chounu felt a sense of fear.

However, the battles between armies do not operate according to Wanqi Chounu's mood; they follow objective laws.

The two sides charged and collided, engaging in a fierce battle with no room for retreat during their high-speed charge.

Wanqi Chounu's thousand Hu cavalry were also his elite troops, but they were still inferior to the five hundred cavalry led by Houmo Chenchong.

The soldiers of Gaoping Town were ultimately no match for the soldiers of the Six Towns.

The troops of the Six Garrisons were on the front line, facing the tribes on the grasslands. Gaoping Garrison was on the third line. Since the Rouran were crippled by the Northern Wei, the border garrisons had rarely fought. They usually dealt with the Qiang and Di tribes that caused trouble in the surrounding areas.

Different environments lead to different killer instincts developed in the face of life and death.

This cannot be trained.

In just one exchange, seeing that his cavalry had fallen from their horses in far greater numbers than the enemy's, Wanqi Chounu realized the danger.

Most importantly, Li Shuang was not among these 500 cavalrymen. Therefore, the sacrifice would have been meaningless.

So after the second charge, Wanqi Chounu did not turn his horse around, but instead galloped away along the road he had come from.

Wanqi Chounu already knows, and he's probably going to become a laughing stock.

But he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

Seeing that he was about to run away, the young general behind him led a small number of cavalry to catch up and pursue him relentlessly.

Wanqi Chounu had never been so embarrassed before.

Before he arrived, he took an extra precaution by bribing the nearby Qiang tribes to send several thousand men. If anything went wrong, these Qiang people could act as a buffer.

Even if it's just for a few moments, it's still meaningful.

This insurance policy was eventually used, but it didn't work as Wanqi Chounu had expected.

Houmo Chenchong ignored the Qiang people's rambling and followed with more than ten riders.

In his eyes, there was only this old bastard in front of him.

The road was rugged and complicated. Wanqi Chounu's warhorse, like him, was old and was being overtaken by younger and stronger warhorses behind him.

Hou Mochen Chong, holding a long spear, threw it from his horse, and it pierced the rump of Wanqi Chou Nu's warhorse.

With a neigh, the warhorse went berserk out of control.

Wanqi Chounu tried to comfort her, but was thrown off by the aching warhorse and rolled to the ground.

The stones and broken wood scattered on the ground caused Wanqi Chounu a great deal of trouble. Fortunately, the terrain was relatively flat; otherwise, he would have lost his life there. Wanqi Chounu was somewhat dazed, but he struggled to his feet and grinned at Houmo Chenchong, who was approaching on horseback.

"Kid, how much salary do you get from Li Shuang each month?"

"Ten strings of cash!"

The resounding words left Wanqi Chounu speechless.

"Ten strings of cash? What are you doing, risking your life?!"

Hou Mochen Chong, holding a spare longsword, pointed it at Wanqi Chou Nu, revealing an innocent smile, and said:
"If I capture you, my lord will surely give me a raise!"

Seeing this, Wanqi Chounu chuckled:
"It's great to be young!"

Wanqi Chounu propped himself up, only to discover his leg was broken. Wanqi Chounu didn't want to become a laughingstock; he knew that being captured would be a colossal joke, and he was already resigned to death.

"Wanqi Chounu!"

A single shout temporarily pulled Wanqi Chounu back from his death wish.

Han Ling, dressed in Qiang clothing, rode a horse and approached swiftly.

"Ah Chong, I have something to say to him, please excuse me for a moment."

"gentlemen!"

Hou Mochen Chong was somewhat worried about his prey, and also about Han Ling's safety.

"I will tell the lord that you will receive your due salary and merits."

Hou Mochen Chong listened and realized he still believed in Han Ling, so he didn't linger and rode away a long distance.

Wanqi Chounu looked at the old man's face, which was unfamiliar, but he recognized his voice.

I will never forget this in my entire life.

Ignoring his leg injury, he forced himself to remain kneeling and performed a salute.

"True King!"

"I am no longer the true king!"

Han Ling's words carried a touch of nostalgia for the past, but even more so, they expressed his hopes for the future.

“A true king is a true king. I was against Hu Chen’s attempt to make things difficult for him, but I couldn’t stop him!”

At this moment, Wanqi Chounu did not expect Han Ling to save his life, but simply spoke his mind.

"I know that you are just like this now. No matter what, even your subordinate, Yuchi Bodhisattva, can't stop you!"

Wanqi Chounu thought for a moment, then chuckled.

"The true king's words still make a lot of sense."

After Wanqi Chounu finished speaking, he fell silent. After a long while, he finally spoke, but he was hesitant and didn't say anything.

This kind of behavior shouldn't be seen in a seasoned rebel leader.

Han Ling tossed him a dagger.

Wanqi Chounu looked at the dagger in front of him with gratitude.

He lost the bet; even if he lives, he'll be a joke.

"Thank you, True King!"

"Don't you regret it?"

Upon hearing Han Ling's words, Wanqi Chounu shook his head.

"The reason we rebelled against the Great Wei in the first place was because the court didn't treat us like human beings. I lost, and I deserve to lose before the True King. But I hope that the True King can treat our brothers like human beings."

The wind rustled, and the shadows of the trees swayed.

The old friend is gone, and I can only sigh.

"In this chaotic world that has lasted for hundreds of years, how many two-legged sheep have been born? Being human is not an easy thing!"

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(End of this chapter)