The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 177 An unexpected encounter
I ate a pancake and I was full.

I drank plenty of water.

I snuggled into my warm sleeping bag.

The sentries, including Gan Mingfu, slept exceptionally well that night.

As if knowing that the Jade-Faced Rakshasa was nearby, the wild beasts in the mountains seemed to have their throats choked, daring not to disturb people's peaceful dreams.

They arrived safely the next morning.

After packing my luggage and having breakfast, I...

Captain Gan led the group to the top of Junma Mountain in just half an hour.

At this moment, the summit of the first peak was shrouded in clouds and mist.

If it weren't for the biting wind that made people shiver, one would have thought they had stumbled into some kind of fairyland.

So ethereal!
Most shockingly, there were shadowy figures in this fairyland.

Could there really be a deity here?
When the figure got closer, and they saw the braids on their heads and the curved knives in their hands, they realized what was going on.

They unexpectedly encountered the Tatars!
It is estimated that these people shared the same idea as Captain Gan: to climb to a high vantage point and survey the border defenses of the Bei Kingdom from the summit of the First Peak.

Gan Minglan's cat-like eyes sparkled: Has her luck turned around? She's already had a great start before even leaving the country?

Even the oversized gray armor couldn't hide her stunning beauty.

And that's coupled with the vivid expression in her big, bright eyes.

For a moment, the twenty-odd Tatars who were on the outpost were dumbfounded.

After a moment of collective stunned silence, a few of the leaders shouted loudly in Tatar:
"My God, is this a goddess descended from heaven?"

"Wake up! Didn't you see she's wearing cloth armor? That's the uniform of the Bei army."

"Haha, so there are female soldiers in the Bei army camp! Are they planning to use their beauty to seduce us?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, such beauty is truly worthy of our Khan. Batel (warriors), if we take this spoil back, we'll surely receive a great reward from the Khan."

"Men, a few of you go and deal with those eyesores. The rest of you, come with me! Be gentle, don't scare the beauty!"

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Although the sentries could not understand Tatar.

But the lewd looks in the eyes of these twenty men, their constant muttering, and the actions of fifteen or sixteen of them trying to surround Captain Gan were all obvious to anyone who wasn't blind.

They used up most of their forces to deal with one woman, and the remaining ten men rushed towards them.

How much do you look down on them?
Without being declared war, the sentries grabbed their weapons.

only.

The twenty-odd Tatars who came to Captain Gan's door were like a small appetizer.

She didn't even want to leave a single bite of food for her teammates.

She gripped her butcher knife and slaughtered with incredible speed.

The Tatars surrounding him hadn't even had a chance to cry out in pain.

Then there is no more then.

They were really unlucky.

He died so haphazardly, by the beauty's butcher's knife.

Before I died, I finally understood that the Han people's beauty trap not only had a literary aspect, but also a martial arts aspect!

Ultimately, they bore the unbearable weight of life.
Gan Minglan shook her arms: "Doing some agility and strength training in the morning makes me feel refreshed! It's just that the training time was a bit short; I haven't even broken a sweat yet."

not far away.

Gan Mingfu, who had witnessed his sister committing murder at close range for half an hour, suppressed his fear and the physical reaction of wanting to vomit, his hands and feet going weak.

If a sentry hadn't reached out and helped him up, he would have fallen flat on his backside.

That was so exciting!
It was just a bit too exciting!

How did his sister manage to slit someone's throat with a single cut, leaving no one alive and not even a drop of blood on her body?

Her technique was somewhat similar to when she slaughtered pigs before, both with the same effortless ease. In her sister's eyes, it seemed that there was no essential difference between pigs and Tatars.

But those were definitely living, breathing people!
The Gan family had seen many dead people on their way to the border town, but this was the first time they had ever seen such a fresh dead body.

They all lay on their backs on the ground, their eyes wide open.

The cut on his neck was still bleeding profusely.

The manner of their death was truly terrifying.

Gan Mingfu clutched his pounding heart and took a full fifteen minutes to catch his breath before he could muster the energy to search the bodies and clean up the battlefield with the ten night watchmen.

He didn't know that this was the first great gift his own sister had given him as a soldier—it was either the enemy or he himself would die!
Unlike Gan Mingfu's physical discomfort, the eleven sentries were so excited they were almost crowing!

Heavens and earth, they were the witnesses to the Jade-Faced Rakshasa's display of power.

An expert will know if there is one as soon as he takes action.

The thought of following the Jade-Faced Rakshasa deep into the Tatar rear and witnessing countless similar scenes in the future filled them with such joy that they were practically bursting with excitement.

Judging from the annual battles with the Tatars, a victory that leaves dozens of enemy lives can be considered a minor triumph.

Moreover, it was a one-sided battle where our side suffered no casualties.

Less than an hour.

The blood and soil on the mountaintop were shoveled away and scattered, while the bodies of more than twenty Tatars were thrown down the cliff to the east.

The fog has finally lifted; today's task of descending the mountain will be arduous.
Dusk.

On the grassland more than 200 miles away from the western foot of Junma Mountain, there are dozens of tents.

Inside the tent, faint sounds of a woman whimpering and a man panting as he performed his act could be heard.

Outside the tent, mutton was sizzling and dripping oil on a campfire.

A young man, whose skin was torn and bleeding, was tied to the outermost hitching post.

Just over ten days ago, this young man was the leader of the Ejina Torghut tribe.

They escaped the snowstorm during the winter by staying in that secluded hot spring valley.

Their tribe only emerged from the valley when the grass on the southern grasslands began to sprout.

Flocks of plump sheep stand out conspicuously on the grassland.

Before they could even participate in the spring lamb trade, the people from the northern deserts sneaked into their tribe.

More than a dozen large and small northern tribes besieged and annihilated one of their tribes.

In the ensuing melee, two-thirds of the Ejina Torghut tribe's Batel (warriors) perished on the spot.

One-third of the seriously wounded were captured and enslaved by the people of the northern desert.

Women and sheep and horses naturally became each other's spoils.

After learning that their tribe had previously successfully crossed the border, the young chief was spared.

but.

The men of the northern desert tribes humiliated his wives and concubines right before his eyes, day and night.

Men in grassland tribes often prefer to have other men's women as wives or concubines.

For a man who has lost his wives and concubines, it is a great disgrace and the most incompetent thing to do.

The leader of the Ejina Torghut tribe is still alive.

But it was more painful than death.

He curled up into a ball, crumpled up the weeds in his hands, and stuffed them into his ears.

He didn't want to hear it; he didn't want to hear anything at all.

The more he tried to force himself not to listen, the sharper his hearing became.

He seemed to faintly hear some rustling sounds.

The leader suddenly turned around.

The scene that came into view shocked him so much that his eyes almost popped out.
(End of this chapter)