Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"I have a blood feud with you Mongolian dogs. Even if you turn to ashes, I can still smell the nauseating stench emanating from you!"

"Speak! What do you want to find out here?!"

Duan Zhengchun looked coldly at the middle-aged man, his voice icy.

The middle-aged man swallowed hard, his lips pressed tightly together, seemingly prepared to fight to the bitter end.

Duan Zhengchun sneered, then his right index finger bent and snapped out instantly, followed by a sharp burst of energy that struck the middle-aged man in the chest!

"what!"

The middle-aged man let out a painful scream, then began to roll around on the ground, beads of sweat instantly forming on his forehead.

"You can say nothing, but I have a hundred ways to make you wish you were dead!"

Duan Zhengchun said coldly, quietly watching the middle-aged man struggling on the ground.

"We've come to gather information... about the strength of the garrison in Huai'an... and the current situation of the people in the city..."

"Most importantly...we need to find out if the Song court has sent reinforcements to support Huai'an..."

"Please...spare my life..."

A moment later, the middle-aged man could no longer hold on and intermittently revealed his mission.

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun frowned slightly. If the Mongol army knew that the imperial court had not sent troops to reinforce Huai'an, they might soon launch a massive attack!

If Huai'an falls, the Mongol army will inevitably advance unimpeded, and the consequences will be unimaginable!

What he cared about was not the Song court, but the millions upon millions of ordinary people!

"How did you manage to sneak in?!"

"Where is the Mongolian Vanguard Army stationed?!"

After a moment's thought, Duan Zhengchun continued to ask.

"The vanguard is... thirty miles away in the Rinfeng Plains..."

"The Sirius Society..."

The middle-aged man, his face ashen, struggled in agony as he answered, his voice trembling.

"Linfeng Plain?!"

Duan Zhengchun muttered a sentence to himself, then turned to look at the shopkeeper who was standing blankly behind the counter, and said softly, "Go tell the guards at the North Gate that there are Mongol spies infiltrated into the city, and tell them to be on high alert."

The shopkeeper nodded blankly, then nervously stepped out from behind the counter, muttering, "Ah? Oh, I see..."

Duan Zhengchun continued, "Do you know where the Sirius Society's headquarters is?"

The shopkeeper hesitated before replying, "Yifeng Horse Shop in the west of the city..."

Duan Zhengchun nodded, reached into his pocket, took out a silver ingot, threw it on the table, and then turned and walked out.

As he passed by the middle-aged man, he slowly swung his left hand out. Wherever his palm struck, dust was stirred up, and the middle-aged man's struggling voice came to an abrupt end.

"I can assure you, Huai'an County will be fine, unless everyone in Liuyuan dies!"

"I will give you the hope you desire!"

Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun bent down, grabbed the middle-aged man's ankle, and dragged the man's corpse away without looking back.

The innkeeper stood there for a moment, glanced at the four corpses inside and outside the door, then hurriedly rushed out of the restaurant and ran quickly towards the north gate.

...

West of the city.

Inside Yifeng Horse Stable, Duan Zhengchun sat on the stone steps, holding a wine gourd in his hand, leaning against the sword box behind him, looking expressionlessly at an old man over fifty years old kneeling in front of him.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, and corpses lay everywhere, the blood almost staining the entire yard red.

The old man kneeling before Duan Zhengchun was the leader of the Tianlang Society, and the only one still alive.

All 132 members of the Sirius Society have been killed!

"Just who exactly are you...?"

"My Sirius Society seems to have no grudge against you, so why are you so ruthless tonight...?"

The old man looked at Duan Zhengchun with trembling hands and asked in a low voice, his pale face devoid of any color.

"Did you let the Mongolian spy in?"

Duan Zhengchun took a sip of wine and asked casually.

Upon hearing this, the old man's face turned ashen, and his body trembled even more violently. He stared at the sword box behind Duan Zhengchun, nervously swallowing repeatedly.

Seeing that the old man did not respond, Duan Zhengchun suddenly looked into the old man's eyes, his gaze instantly turning icy cold.

"Young hero, spare your life!"

"I was forced into this situation! If I didn't obey the Mongol army's orders, not only would I be unable to do business in the future, but they would also kill us all!"

The old man knelt down immediately and answered tremblingly.

"The city gates are heavily guarded and entry and exit have long been prohibited. How did they get in?"

Duan Zhengchun asked another question, but his face remained expressionless.

"The...the underground canal..."

"The underground canal has a secret passage that leads directly outside the city..."

The old man hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to tell the truth.

"take me!"

Duan Zhengchun put away his wine gourd, said coldly, and then got up and carried his sword case.

The old man agreed and immediately got up, leading Duan Zhengchun directly to a ditch entrance in the horse stable, where he jumped in first.

After an incense stick had burned, Duan Zhengchun slowly crawled out of the secret passage from behind a mound outside the city.

This place is only two miles away from the north gate of Huai'an County. Due to the earthen slope, even if someone enters or leaves here, the soldiers guarding the city will not be able to find them. Moreover, the entrance has been deliberately concealed.

Who would have thought that there was such a secret passage inside the canal leading directly outside the city!

"You built this secret passage; I'm afraid you've done more than just collude with Mongol spies. You've probably been involved in many shady dealings in the past, haven't you?!"

Duan Zhengchun withdrew his gaze and asked a question indifferently.

"No...no..."

"We were also forced into this situation..."

Before he could finish speaking, Duan Zhengchun had already snapped the old man's neck in an instant!

He then kicked the old man's corpse into the secret passage, sealing the entrance, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

...

Half an hour later.

Rinkazehara.

On the vast plain, dozens of tents stood as far as the eye could see, with fully armed soldiers constantly patrolling the camps, and only scattered firelight illuminating them.

This is the garrison of the Mongol vanguard!

Duan Zhengchun stood under the cover of night, looking expressionlessly at the encampment before him, and touched the sword box on his back.

In order to prevent Qiu Chuji from knowing that he had obtained the Lingxiao Sword left by his master in the ancient tomb, he specially went to the town at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain to make such a sword case.

He had already witnessed the power of this sword when he was at the Sirius Society; it was indeed an unstoppable weapon!

After a moment's thought, Duan Zhengchun no longer hesitated and quickly rushed into the night, sneaking into the camp unnoticed and heading straight for the large tent in the center.

Spiral Nine Shadows truly lived up to its reputation as a supreme lightness skill. Even though there were patrol guards in the camp, Duan Zhengchun managed to evade them all without anyone noticing.

Inside the large tent, a robust middle-aged general sat at a table, flipping through a map and muttering to himself from time to time.

A stack of folded documents lay on one corner of the desk, all of which appeared to have been read.

Night had fallen, but the middle-aged general still did not rest.

Just then, someone lifted the curtain and slowly walked into the tent.

"What's the matter?"

The middle-aged general made markings on the map while asking a question in a deep voice without even looking up.

However, the visitor did not respond, but instead slowly walked over and sat down on the other side of the table.

The middle-aged general frowned slightly, looked up in confusion, and then found a young man in front of him carrying a wine gourd in his hand, with a gentle smile on his face and a sword box on his back.

"Who are you?!"

The middle-aged general hesitated for a moment, then asked in a deep voice.

Duan Zhengchun acted instantly, striking the middle-aged general's pressure point to silence him, and whispered, "Don't move, or I'll take your life."

Looking at Duan Zhengchun's gentle smile, the middle-aged general's eyes were full of doubt. He looked Duan Zhengchun up and down, but there was not a trace of panic on his face.

Seeing the middle-aged general's composure and calmness, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He then snatched the map from the middle-aged general's hand, glanced at it, and picked up the commissar next to him, flipping through it a few times. He couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself.

The map was a topographical map of Huai'an Prefecture and several surrounding cities, while the memorial contained a summary of casualties and enemy kills in each battle over the past half month, as well as basic secret correspondence with the Mongol royal court.

They already had a huge advantage, yet they were still diligently studying by candlelight, plotting how to conquer the border cities of the Song Dynasty. But what was the Song court doing?

Do nothing but order the garrison of Huai'an to defend it to the death!

Thinking of all this, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but feel a little sentimental.

"When is the Mongol army preparing for a major offensive?!"

After a moment's thought, Duan Zhengchun reached out and released the middle-aged general's pressure points, then asked casually...