Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 71: The man who wants to make progress too much, the girl who takes the initiative to attack

"Master Lang!"

The soldiers around shouted, "The city is on fire!"

"I see it."

Lin Dao frowned. "Ran Min, Li Nong, what a mess!"

A large number of Qihuo Army soldiers entered the city and took control of the city gates surrendered by the Han army.

The Hundred Ton King couldn't get through the city gate, so Lin Dao jumped on his horse and entered the city under the escort of many personal guards.

As soon as we entered the city gate, fires broke out everywhere.

They are all important places such as warehouses and palaces.

"Lord." Qin Lang rode up and tried to dissuade them. "There are many defeated barbarian soldiers in the city. Please stay in the center of the army until we have cleared the hidden dangers before entering the city."

"Are there still fleeing soldiers?" Lin Dao narrowed his eyes. "Send a message to all the troops."

"If the regular soldiers capture the head of a true Hu, they will be rewarded as usual."

"Those soldiers, civilians, refugees, or barbarians outside the city who capture the head of a genuine barbarian will be recognized for their military merit and promoted to military household, and will also be given a stone of grain and other rewards."

The treatment of the regular soldiers and military households of the Qihuo Army was extremely high, and everyone could see it.

He was well fed and clothed, received rewards, and while supporting his family, he also had a high status.

Begging for a living in the army, everyone wants to be a soldier.

Now is the opportunity to make progress, and there are even extra rewards.

The vassals of the beggar army outside the city were all furious, and they only regretted that there was not enough real Hu to share.

The morale of the regular soldiers in the city will surely soar for the generous rewards. They will search the city and even catch the real Hu hiding in the dry toilets.

The many defeated Hu Lu soldiers inside and outside the city will soon be horrified to find that they will be hunted down by countless people who are more terrifying than zombies.

Zombies act out of instinct, while the Beggars act for progress.

The beggars all want to make progress too much.

"Take orders."

Qin Lang agreed, but then asked, "What should be done with the female relatives of the barbarians?"

Lin Dao frowned and glanced at him.

It's also to give him face, otherwise a word of softness would hit him on the head.

Qin Lang understood instantly and let the soldiers handle it on their own.

As for how to deal with it yourself, just look at how the barbarians humiliated Han girls in the past, and just return the favor!
What you do on the first day, I will do on the fifteenth.

"Lord~"

As soon as Qin Lang left, Wang Meng and others arrived.

"May I ask you, Master Lang?"

Wang Meng opened his mouth with great intensity, "Should we massacre the city?"

A moral person would be horrified and feel uncomfortable when hearing about a massacre.

However, massacres of cities were very common, especially among the Hu people, who were accustomed to it.

Given the Lord's hatred for the Hu people, massacring the city was perfectly normal.

"There's no need to go to so much trouble." Lin Dao's expression was remarkably calm. "Just deal with those who should be killed."

As for who should be killed, the basket is huge.

It was entirely left to the soldiers who were red-eyed with anger to make the final decision.

Normally, soldiers who are blood-thirsty will use the weapons in their hands to identify.

"Please extinguish the fire, quell the chaos, and collect and seal off all storage areas."

Lin Dao nodded, "Okay."

Wang Meng then raised the topic, "How should we deal with the Han people in the city?"

"Carefully identify them." Lin Dao paused for a moment. "Those who surrender to the barbarians will be hanged on a long pole."

"Send someone to look for Ran Min."

"Ask him where Shi Hu is and when he can send him to me."

Wang Meng saluted and said, "Here~~~"

After Wang Meng left, Xie Yi stepped forward and said, "Grand Commander~"

"Thank you, Lord." Lin Dao frowned. "Warfare is dangerous, why go to such a dangerous place?"

He had read materials about the Jin Dynasty and knew that the Little Ice Age was only partly to blame for the tragedy of the Jin Dynasty.

The real source of the chaos was the misconduct of the Sima family and the aristocratic families.

He always remained alert to Xie Yi who approached him actively.

"Grand Governor."

Xie Daoyuan got off the carriage and stepped forward to salute.

"The Grand Commander's divine power is unparalleled. He defeated the bandits and saved the people from danger."

The little girl was not very old, but she was quite good at talking. "Such a great achievement should be published in a book or picture book and passed on to future generations."

"My father is a master of painting and has great admiration for the Grand Commander. I would like to paint this for you. I hope you will grant me your blessing."

What she meant was that, General, you have made such great contributions that you should be commemorated with a painting so that future generations will remember your contributions.

After all, there were no cameras in that era, and the only ways to record major events were text and paintings.

Lin Dao looked at her meaningfully.

Although he is young, he is smart and eloquent.

After a series of attacks and defenses, and then a round of flattery, he found it difficult to say anything.

"In that case," Lin Dao simply said, "I'll trouble you, Mr. Xie."

A large group of people climbed up to the top of the city wall along the horse path inside the city wall.

Liu Hu put down the stool and Lin Dao sat on it, watching team after team of beggars pouring into the city like a tide.

The soldiers' faces were filled with smiles.

They had never fought such a rich battle in their lives!
Xie Yi and his daughter definitely came prepared.

He actually took out his painting tools and began to prepare for painting.

Xie Daoyuan took out a complete set of tea sets, placed them next to Lin Dao and started fiddling with them.

While people in Middle-earth were enjoying the tea ceremony, monkeys on the island were still picking fruits from the trees.

Monkeys know nothing about the tea ceremony.

Lin Dao looked over curiously.

Xie Daoyuan took out onions, ginger, dates, orange peel, dogwood, mint and other seasonings from the jars one by one.

Then use the flint to make a fire and prepare to boil the water in the small stove.

I don’t know if it was because I was nervous or not skilled, but I failed to light a fire several times.

With a crisp sound of "click", Lin Dao handed over the disposable lighter in his hand. "Use this." Xie Daoyuan smiled suddenly, her eyes moving.

She took the lighter with her slender hands, pressed the buttons a few times to light the fuel under the small stove, and then put the lighter away.

Wash the soup with your bare hands and add all kinds of seasonings into the pot little by little.

During this time, control the heat and scoop out the foam with a wooden spoon.

Finally, it was cooked and placed in a clay bowl and brought to Lin Dao.

"Grand Commander, please."

Lin Dao knows this routine very well.

Isn't this just flirting?

There are so many tea artists in the modern world, and the majority of our male compatriots have already experienced the baptism and have a clear understanding of the subject.

Xie Daoyuan had no choice.

As the legitimate daughter of the Xie family of Chen County, she naturally did not have to worry about marriage.

Those who wanted to marry her could line up from Jinling to Jiankang.

But unfortunately, this great commander-in-chief does not care about family background.

Although family background is important, winning over the powerful families can quickly pacify the world.

But Sima had already demonstrated the consequences of doing so.

Xie Daoyuan's greatest reliance on her status became useless in front of Lin Dao.

She can only rely on her own charm.

At this time, Lin Dao is like a jade in the rough, and the reason for the information gap has not yet been discovered.

Since he had the opportunity in advance, Xie Daoyuan immediately launched an attack without hesitation.

When a man has no money and no career, he will never feel how proactive a woman can be!

Lin Dao took the clay bowl and took a sip.

I really don't know how to describe this taste.

The saltiness of salt, the spiciness of ginger, the intensity of onion, the sweetness of dates, the sourness of orange peel, the astringency of dogwood, and the freshness of mint.

The various flavors mixed together, not only completely suppressing the original taste of the tea, but also mixed into an indescribable strange smell.

After forcing himself to take a sip, Lin Dao immediately put down the clay bowl.

“Is this the porridge tea method?”

Lin Dao glanced at Xie Daoyun and said, "The process is complicated and the taste is bitter. It's not very good."

Hearing this, Xie Daoyun was not angry, but rather very interested. "I heard that the Grand Commander is proficient in immortal magic and Taoism. I wonder if he has any good tea?"

"Wait."

Lin Dao stood up and entered the city gate tower.

He came out in a short while, holding half a bag of tea and a stack of disposable paper cups.

This was left by the previous warehouse manager, the kind that costs dozens of yuan per pound.

There are not so many steps. Just grab some tea leaves and throw them into the cup, pour in warm water, wait for a while and you can drink it.

Lin Dao extended his hand and gestured, "Try it."

Taking the cup, Xie Daoyuan looked at the green tea leaves floating in the water and gradually expanding.

"This seems to be the tea from Lingyin Temple."

Temples are an important driving force in the promotion of tea culture.

Lingyin Temple, which has been built for 20 years, is good at growing and brewing tea.

On Xie Yi's side, he used his brush to record the scene of his eldest daughter and General Lin drinking tea.

His eyes would occasionally sweep over the huge Yecheng.

Until this moment, he was still a little bit unbelievable.

This huge city, which had been occupied by the barbarian cavalry for many years, finally cleared away the haze and returned to the Han Dynasty.

Originally, there were more than 100,000 defenders inside and outside Yecheng.

However, Fu Hong fled far away with tens of thousands of Di soldiers and horses, and tens of thousands of Han troops under Ran Min rebelled and surrendered the city.

The morale of the Jiehu Xiongnu and other tribes collapsed and they fled.

Ye City, once touted as indestructible, easily fell into the hands of the Qihuo Army.

It really proves the saying that the strongest fortress is usually breached from the inside.

Xianyang Hall.

"Ji Nu." Shi Hu, lying on the couch, looked at Ran Min, who was full of anger, and a smile appeared on his fat face. "Well done."

Covered in armor and standing over 1.9 meters tall, Ran Min half-crouched in front of the couch and stared at Shi Hu, "You want to humiliate me?"

Ran Min was very angry.

Shi Hu actually arranged for his confidant Wang Lang (a Jie people) to prepare firewood and kerosene in various warehouses and palaces in advance.

A fire will set countless palaces and warehouses filled with food, supplies and precious items on fire.

Ran Min originally planned to keep some of these things for himself and give the rest to Marshal Lin as a stepping stone for his advancement.

No one would have thought that Shi Hu had already made preparations to perish together with his enemy.

If I die, I will burn all the good things and leave nothing for the enemy.

Shi Hu is still the cruel and ruthless Shi Hu.

"It's already this late."

Shi Hu coughed, and an unnatural blush appeared on his face. "What's the point of just talking nonsense and seeking a momentary pleasure?"

"You were ambitious when you were little, and you are even more ambitious now."

"It's good, really good."

He raised his hand as if wanting to pat Ran Min, but eventually gave up.

"Remember, even if you join the Beggars' Army, you must maintain your ambition."

Shi Hu murmured, "Only you have the chance to avenge me."

"No one from the royal family can escape." Ran Min's eyes were deep. "The Shi family will be wiped out. No one will avenge you."

"Hahahaha~~~" Shi Hu laughed while coughing, his voice like a night owl.

"The Shi family is not extinct yet, there is still you!"

"Do you think that if you change your surname you are no longer a Chinese?"

"People outside will always remember that your surname was Shi, and your surname will always be Shi!"

Looking at Shi Hu who was gradually falling into madness, Ran Min stood up and waved with an expressionless face.

"Take it away."

"Send it to the Marshal's tent."

(End of this chapter)