Chapter 180: Gnawing on sugarcane

The area of Xianrong Island far exceeds that of Giant Snake Head Island, but the mountains here are continuous, the Qi veins are not smooth, and most of the land is not suitable for farming.

The large plains that can be called fertile land are less than one-tenth of those on Giant Snake Head Island.

The largest piece is the Ningrang Plain, located between Hancheng Prefecture, the old capital of Hanli, and Kaicheng Prefecture, the third largest city on Xianrong Island.

And it is precisely because of the existence of this plain that, even after several relocations of the capital, the area around Hancheng Prefecture has always been regarded as the capital region of Xianrong Island.

It is a hot land that the people of Xianrong Island yearn for most.

But at this very moment, this fertile land is dyed crimson with blood.

In the Yuanshan Guard Army camp near Kaicheng Prefecture.

Baori Eshen, a descendant of the Tiemu Changsheng family, who wears the felt armor unique to grassland ten-thousand-man commanders and has a compassionate face,

holds the small metal lotus throne "Lotus-Like Evil Ghost Path" in his hand.

He orders:

"Ten thousand light cavalry of the White Sheep Borjigin as the vanguard, and one hundred and fifty thousand Qianji infantry as the center army.

Charge again today."

Jin Zhenfeng, the vanguard general of the Qianji army, is a short and sturdy young man.

He is also the eldest legitimate son of the Qianji Sovereign; although he has not yet been enfeoffed as the heir apparent, his future succession to the throne is almost a certainty.

More importantly, Jin Zhenfeng's own aunt is Baori Eshen's mother.

And Jin Zhenfeng's mother also has the surname Borjigin, which means that the blood of Tiemu Changsheng also flows in the body of this Qianji prince.

Therefore, he is not as afraid of the great nobles of the Yuanshan Empire as ordinary vassal state princes.

Hearing that his cousin wants to send his people to their deaths again, he roars without any scruples:

"Charge again, how to charge, how can the infantry charge!

In the end, it will inevitably be a bitter battle!

If ten parts of the people go into battle, after being confused by your demonic arts, it will be a lot if one or two parts can return!

Baori Eshen, the lives of my soldiers are also lives!

I am also a descendant of the Eternal Emperor, and my people are also lambs in the Eternal Emperor's pasture..."

With the harsh military orders of the Yuanshan State, if it were an ordinary vassal general, discussing war before the battle would also be a serious crime, and the lightest punishment would be to be beaten out of the main tent with sticks.

But the problem is that Jin Zhenfeng also has the most sacred bloodline of Yuanshan.

In the entire Yuanshan Empire, unless Tiemu Changsheng personally orders it, no one can let his blood leave his body.

So the others in the main tent, even Baori Eshen's personal guards, can only pretend not to hear.

The success of a sovereign's bloodline myth, while greatly enhancing their rule,

also has its pros and cons.

The extension of the monarch's bloodline will make the bloodlines of their descendants and even clansmen become sacred.

And how can the disputes of 'gods' be judged by mortals?

Baori Eshen understands this, so he is not angry because of his subordinates' indifference.

Instead, he holds the "Lotus-Like Evil Ghost Path" in the palms of his hands.

With a calm face, he says in a gentle and sincere tone:

"Jin Zhenfeng, my foolish cousin, since you flow with the blood of the master of the great grassland,

how can you disregard the glory of 'Eternal Heaven' because of the life and death of a mere hundred thousand lambs."

While speaking, bright red blood seeps out from the pores of Baori Eshen's palms.

It transforms into extremely thin red silk threads, binding the "Lotus-Like Evil Ghost Path" densely.

"Baori Eshen, what, what are you doing?"

Jin Zhenfeng seems to have sensed something and asks sharply.

At this time, the red threads formed by Baori Eshen's blood begin to continuously seep into the lotus throne in his palms.

It transforms into red mist and drifts out from the "Lotus-Like Evil Ghost Path."

It drills into Jin Zhenfeng's seven orifices: "eyes, nose, mouth, and ears."

Instantly, Jin Zhenfeng stops shouting and stands still on the ground like a puppet.

This is no longer an ordinary dispute, but a secret method of subjugation.

The others in the main tent dare not continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

As generals of the White Sheep Borjigin vassal state, they only show expressions of wanting to speak but stopping.

The real Yuanshan nobles can no longer help but speak out to stop him,

"Lord Baori Eshen, your mother is the eldest aunt of General Jin Zhenfeng.

Your cousin Princess Wulan Qiqi Ge is General Jin Zhenfeng's mother.

It is fine for the two rams of the descendants of the Eternal bloodline to butt horns with each other.

But you must never kill your relatives!"

"That is how it is, that is how it is.

Although General Jin Zhenfeng does not have the surname 'Borjigin,' once he ascends the throne to become the master of Xianrong Island in the future,

he will be a 'vassal state sovereign' with the blood of Eternal Heaven.

His status will be comparable to a prince of Borjigin.

He can sing songs to Eternal Heaven and offer Hada when the 'Great Naadam' opens!

What a noble status this is..."

Baori Eshen listens to the noise around him with a smile.

Waiting until the red mist that drilled into Jin Zhenfeng's seven orifices gathers at the center of his eyebrows, forming a lotus mark, he then says:

"Cousin Jin Zhenfeng is my most respected brother of the same generation; how could I harm him?

It is just that seeing him seem to have fear before the battle, I am afraid he will violate military law.

So I cast a spell to let him calm down."

And Jin Zhenfeng, just as he said, turns around and sits silently on a large folding stool.

With his head lowered, his hands supporting his knees, and his waist supported, he closes his eyes.

If it weren't for everyone seeing the faintly visible red lotus mark on his eyebrows, it would seem as if he were truly calming his mood.

However, since Baori Eshen did not kill him in a fit of rage and implicate everyone in the trouble, that was enough.

No one in the main tent says anything more.

They begin to mobilize troops and arrange military formations according to Baori Eshen's instructions.

And Baori Eshen himself is free at this time.

He holds the "Lotus-Like Evil Ghost Path" in both hands above his head and begins to silently recite the "Ksitigarbha Six Wheels Sutra,"

"... All sentient beings, whose afflictions are blazing, who practice all kinds of evil deeds, who are foolish and stubborn, are difficult to transform and guide...

Called Chandala, divided into official Chandala, lay Chandala, elder Chandala, Sramana Chandala, Brahmin Chandala..."

As the chanting begins, the blood all over his body surges rapidly, seeping out from his pores and transforming into red threads that wrap around the "Lotus-Like Evil Ghost Path."

The lotus throne appears under his feet, and everything seems to have merged into one!

After three quarters of an hour, the great battle is on the verge of breaking out...

Time passes, and in the blink of an eye, it is late at night.

The Ningrang Plain is once again covered with corpses.

Zhang Gui wanders among them, and the fungal mat under his feet spreads out.

Encountering human flesh, blood, and bones is like fire melting snow, instantly assimilating them without a trace.

He circles a few times, not knowing how many corpses he has "digested."

Yet he still hasn't sensed a single bit of the essence of a soul.

But usually, it takes a day or two for the essence of the soul in a corpse to dissipate completely.

Of course, there are occasional exceptions.

But now, such an "exception" of hundreds of thousands at a time is obviously not an exception.

He can't help but turn his head again to look at the main camp of Prince Zhen's "temporary palace," and finally confirms in his heart,

"The cruel meat-grinder battle on Xianrong Island is ostensibly for Prince Zhen to gain prestige, but actually it is to satisfy Mr. Yin's selfish desires.

That is why he is so dedicated,

Souls, he wants human souls, just as I am greedy for human flesh!

This is like a person gnawing on sugarcane.

Mr. Yin wants the sweet water, so he goes to great lengths to get the sugarcane, chews out the sweet water first, and when satisfied, spits the useless dregs on the ground.

As for me, I follow and take the dregs, uh, this description is too disgusting, must not think, must not contemplate, uh."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 181 =====