I'm a useless prince, so what if I know a little bit of chemistry?

"Master Kongwen? Chu Hu, you must have seen it wrong, right?" Xiang Long cursed.

"How is that possible? No matter how stupid I am, I can't even recognize a person. If you can't do it, come and see!" Chu Hu said unconvinced.

As they were talking, Lin Fan and the others had already arrived on horseback.

When Lin Fan got closer, he couldn't help but be surprised and happy. The person who came was indeed the Master Kongwen whom he met in Pingyang City that day.

Lin Fan dismounted and walked to Master Kongwen. He said in surprise, "Oh, I didn't expect it to be Master Kongwen. You left without saying goodbye that day. I didn't expect that we would meet in this vast grassland today."

"Amitabha, little donor, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you are still as charming as ever." Master Kongwen performed a Buddhist salute and said happily.

"Old... Master, why did you leave without saying goodbye that day? I thought you were trapped in the city." Chu Hu originally blurted out "old bald donkey", but as soon as the word "old" came out of his mouth, he felt it was inappropriate and changed it to "master".

"I am a monk, so it is not an exaggeration to say that I come and go in a hurry." Master Kongwen replied with a smile.

People who had met Master Kong Wen came over to greet him. After they finished greeting each other, Lin Fan asked, "Master Kong Wen, why are you here in this vast grassland?"

"I am waiting for you here, my young benefactor." Master Kongwen said to Lin Fan with a serious expression.

"Ah? Waiting for us?" Chu Hu asked in confusion.

"Hahaha, if my guess is correct, you are the prince of Daliang, and the great general Nian Gui who is trapped in Gushan is your uncle, right?" Master Kongwen asked with a smile.

"It seems that I can't hide it from the master's keen eyes, but how did the master know?" Lin Fan asked curiously.

"Hahaha, although I am old, I am not stupid. How can I not guess it?" Master Kongwen laughed.

"Master, I admire your wisdom." Lin Fan clasped his fists.

"This time, I am here to lend a helping hand to the young donor again." said Master Kongwen.

"Master, now we can't even find the Xiongnu tribe. I'm afraid our plan will be delayed." Lin Fan said with a wry smile.

"Don't panic, young donor. I came here for this matter. This is the map I drew myself. After I left Pingyang, I came to the grassland. After hearing that General Nian Gui was trapped, I drew this map." Kong Wen said as he took out a sheepskin map from his arms.

Lin Fan took it as if he had found a treasure, opened it and saw that every river and mountain were painted clearly, even the mountain where Nian Gui was trapped was painted clearly.

But Lin Fan couldn’t help but feel puzzled. Since they were not related to him, why would Monk Kongwen help him to such an extent?

Before Lin Fan could ask, Master Kong Wen probably discovered what Lin Fan was thinking, and explained to him: "Young donor, you may not know that I and your uncle Nian Gui are close friends regardless of age difference. How can I not help my old friend when he is trapped?"

"I see. Then I'd like to ask on behalf of my uncle. Thank you, Master Kongwen." Lin Fan said.

"Judging from the donor's appearance, he has probably been hungry for a long time. There is a tribe not far ahead," said Master Kongwen.

"Master, you are a monk, but you want to show us the way. But are you delaying your practice?" Lin Fan said apologetically.

"Alas, I have seen the cruelty of the Huns in my early years, and I have seen a lot of it these days. I think it is a good deed to kill a wolf and protect the flock of sheep." Master Kongwen said.

"I would like to thank Master Kongwen on behalf of the people of the Central Plains. If this battle goes well, I guarantee that the Huns will not dare to go south to graze their horses. Then, the Central Plains will have ten years of peace." Lin Fan clasped his fists and said.

"With your words, I feel relieved. Just follow me." Kong Wen said.

Lin Fan and others followed Master Kongwen forward and saw that there was indeed a tribe of about 500 people beside a small river.

Qin Shian was already extremely hungry. When he saw the Huns tribe, his eyes turned red. He immediately shouted that he wanted to go find something to eat, but was stopped by Lin Fan.

"Master, do you want to take action?" Lin Fan asked.

Kong Wen shook his head, put his hands together, and said to Lin Fan: "I know that killing is a sin, how dare I do it, the donor is gone, I will once again pray for the soul of the dead."

Lin Fan didn't understand what Kong Wen's contradictory thoughts were, so he nodded, waved the lance in his hand, and shouted behind him: "Brothers, along the way, you have also seen how the Xiongnu treat our people. If we don't take measures, your wives and children may be the next to be killed. Do you want to see this happen?"

"I don't want to!"

"Then, we will avenge the people, seek peace for them, and let them have a peaceful year this year." Lin Fan said.

"kill!"

"kill!"

A cavalry team of more than 2,000 people rushed towards the Xiongnu tribe. The sound of horse hooves in the air was like a roar from hell.

Soon, the Huns heard the sound of horse hooves and came out to resist Lin Fan and others.

But they had no armor and were on the ground, so how could they be a match for Lin Fan and his gang who were riding on war horses and fully armed?

Lin Fan and his companions did not encounter much resistance at all and they killed their way through the tribe.

I don’t know if it was because of hunger or hatred, but everyone was working extremely hard.

The most exaggerated among them was Qin Shian. After Qin Shian knocked down five or six people with his gun, he actually went up and twisted the heads of the people who fell to the ground.

When seeing this scene, both the locals and the Huns felt a chill in their necks. Chu Hu was so frightened that he shrank his neck. He secretly decided that he would never have a conflict with this gentleman. If he really got his head twisted, Chu Hu would have nowhere to cry.

Lin Fan had always thought that Qin Shian's words about twisting his head were just a tirade, but now that he saw it, he was shocked.

How much strength does it take to twist a person's head off?

Soon, all the people in the tribe were slaughtered by Lin Fan and others.

Originally, Lin Fan was planning to let the children in the tribe go, but when he saw their hateful eyes, he knew that in more than ten years, they would still pick up their knives and kill him, so he decided to wipe them out completely.

"My lord, there are a lot of fat sheep." Chu Hu walked over happily.

"Well, let the brothers eat as much as they want. After they are full, we will make a decision." Lin Fan said.

Lin Fan was also starving at this time, his body felt a little weak due to hunger, he didn't want to think at all, and didn't even want to say anything.

"Okay." Chu Hu nodded.

"Brothers, the Marquis has ordered that you can eat as much as you want. Brothers, it's time to kill the sheep." Chu Hu whistled and shouted.

"Long live the Marquis!" Everyone cheered and started killing sheep and eating meat.

In the evening, Lin Fan finally recovered after eating a whole leg of lamb.

No one knew what Master Kongwen was thinking. Since he met Lin Fan, he started to refuse to eat or drink.