Dream of the Red Chamber: From a Border Ruffian to a Capital Tyrant

"Ouch... my stomach..."

Immediately afterward, as if a plague were spreading, one after another the leaders around the tents collapsed with screams of agony, some foaming at the mouth, others rolling and wailing, turning the tents into a living hell in an instant.

Only then did everyone feel as if they had been struck by lightning, as if they had just woken up from a dream!

"This...this wine...is poisoned...you..."

One of the leaders pointed at Maodun, his fingers trembling violently, black blood gushing from his mouth, his face filled with despair and resentment.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Maodun looked at his prey rolling on the ground and laughed so hard he almost cried. His laughter echoed in the camp, more piercing than the howls of a vengeful ghost.

"poisonous?"

"Yes, it's poisonous, so what?"

Maodun slowly spun the empty bowl in his hand, his eyes filled with disdain as if he were looking at a dead man, and spoke unhurriedly.

"you...."

"Your Highness! How dare you harm your colleague!"

"If the Great Khan finds out, he will surely tear you apart with five horses!!"

The chieftain of a small tribe, enduring excruciating pain, roared fiercely, trying to intimidate the mad wolf with the title of Touman Chanyu.

"Heh... Father?"

"Hahaha...this is absolutely hilarious!"

Maodun laughed so hard he bent over, then casually smashed the wine bowl on the ground, shattering it into pieces.

"Since you're so eager to know, then I'll let you die knowing the truth—why don't you try to guess what Father Khan asked me to say to the Left Wise King when he went out?"

As Maodun spoke, he casually picked at his ear, his attitude of regarding all living beings as ants, which made the crowd on the ground even more furious.

"Could it be...could it be that the Left Wise King...?"

"You and your son...you heartless bastards! You deserve to die a horrible death!!"

"Help! Help! Help!!!"

The group finally realized the situation, and the desperate fear instantly overwhelmed their reason. They screamed for help outside the tent, hoping that the guards outside would rush in to save the emperor.

However, despite their howling and shouting until their voices were hoarse, there was only deathly silence outside the tent, and not even a ghost came in.

"Alright, stop wasting your energy."

Maodun sat back in the main seat, crossed his legs, and sneered disdainfully:

"My warriors have long been stationed around this camp. You can shout until you're hoarse, but not a single dog will get in."

despair!

Utter despair!

"Your Highness! Spare me!"

"I'll give you anything!"

Seeing that there was no way to get help, one of the leaders immediately changed his expression and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

"My tribe's warriors, cattle, sheep, and my wife and daughters—all belong to you!"

"Just spare my life!"

This opening acted as if Pandora's box had been opened, and the remaining people abandoned their dignity and begged for mercy like lapdogs.

"Your Highness! If you spare my life, I will acknowledge you as my master and serve you from this day forward. If I break this vow, may I be struck by lightning!"

"Your Highness! We are willing to enthrone you as the Great Chanyu!"

"We now elect you as the supreme ruler of the Xiongnu!"

"Yes! Yes! We'll all work together to ensure your ascension to the throne!"

The tribal chiefs, who were usually so imposing, were now offering increasingly generous terms in order to save their lives, even offering the throne of Chanyu, which Modu had always dreamed of, directly to their lips.

It has to be said that the temptation is indeed considerable.

"snort!"

Maodun snorted coldly, his eyes instantly turning icy cold, and he shouted sharply:

"Enough! No matter how eloquently you speak, you will not escape death today!"

"What I want, I will get myself; I don't need your charity!"

In truth, Modu knew that if it weren't for his lingering fear of his father Khan's power and his need for a bloody purge to establish his authority, the surrender of these people would have saved him a lot of trouble.

But now—they must die!

"Modu! You little beast! Since you're not giving me a way out, I'll fight you to the death!!"

Seeing that pleading for mercy was useless, a burly leader, driven by malice, roared and staggered toward Maodun, drawing his sword.

Unfortunately, he was completely weak at this moment, the poison was taking effect, and he was no longer as brave as he usually was.

Maodun didn't even get up; he simply kicked the chieftain to the ground like a dead dog, then crushed his head under his foot.

"You?"

Maodun stomped his foot, rubbing the chieftain's face until it bled on the carpet. Without turning his head, he gave an order to the shadows behind him:

"Go, pass on the order—let our warriors come in and 'clean up' the place."

"Also, surround this tent completely, not even a fly is allowed to get out. If even the slightest word leaks out, you'll be beheaded!"

The guards from the shadows appeared silently, touched their chests to receive the order, and then left the tent like ghosts to mobilize troops.

The leaders who were not quite dead on the ground stared at Maodun with bloodshot eyes, their hatred so intense they wished they could devour his flesh and sleep on his skin.

"You brat Maodun! What else do you want to do?!"

One person roared and questioned.

Upon hearing this, Maodun, who had already reached the tent entrance, paused and slowly turned around.

"Originally, I was going to leave because I found the smell of blood too strong here."

As he spoke, Maodun returned to the main seat, sat down with an air of authority, took out a piece of clean white sheepskin from his bosom, and slowly wiped the blood-stained dagger with a perverse expression of enjoyment on his face.

"But seeing the horrific state of these leaders before their deaths, I suddenly felt that this play was not yet over."

Maodun raised his head, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, and his smile was chilling:

"As for what to do next..."

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough..."

........

As midnight approached, the world was deathly silent, save for the howling night wind that swept wildly across the grassland, whipping up the withered grass and creating a chilling rustling sound.

At this moment, Jia Lang crouched like a lurking cheetah behind the shadows of the hillside, his eyes gleaming in the darkness, his mind rapidly calculating the battlefield situation.

Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he keenly sensed a strange change in the movements around the Xiongnu camp.

Half of the Xiongnu soldiers broke camp and withdrew without anyone noticing.

Jia Lang felt a sudden chill. Although he couldn't figure out the conspiracy behind it for the time being, his intuition made him realize that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was right in front of him!

Suddenly, Jia Lang sprang to his feet, turned around, and let out a low shout, suppressing his ferocious killing intent, towards the eight hundred warriors behind him who were already poised to attack:

"Mount up, follow me—to the death!"

Orders must be obeyed!

Upon receiving the order, the soldiers moved swiftly and without a word, mounting their horses in perfect unison. Their faces were filled with a solemn determination to die for their cause, ready to unleash a torrent of steel and crush the enemy ranks at the first command.

"kill!!!"

With a low roar, Jia Lang, like a tiger descending from the mountain, led eight hundred iron cavalry in a desperate charge towards the Xiongnu camp with an indomitable and fierce momentum.

A distance of over a thousand meters is but a blink of an eye for a warhorse galloping at full speed!

Eight hundred hooves slammed heavily onto the ground at the same time, the roar like rolling thunder, instantly tearing apart the silent night and shaking the earth.

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves suddenly erupting in the darkness ahead startled the patrolling Xiongnu soldiers, who were instantly terrified.

In their original understanding, the army of Daqian was nothing more than a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and they never dreamed that these sheep would dare to take the initiative to attack the wolf pack!