Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

Luo Xin stood up slowly, his eyes becoming firm and deep again: "When the time comes..." he murmured softly.

In the Huns' camp, Great Chan Yusu sat on a thick wool carpet with a rough wooden table in front of him. Opposite them sat several messengers from the Rakshasa Kingdom with fair skin, high noses and deep eyes. They wore robes and wore exquisite gemstone daggers at their waists.

"Wusu Great Chanyu, although we, the Rakshasa Kingdom, are thousands of miles away, we admire your wisdom and martial prowess." The Rakshasa Kingdom's envoy said in grassland language with a slight accent, "We are not here to compete for your pastures on the grassland. and water sources.”

A trace of vigilance and calculation flashed in Wusu's eyes, "Oh? Then why did your country come all the way here?"

"Common interests." The Rakshasa envoy unfolded a map, "Look, this is the border between the Dakang Dynasty and your Huns. If we can join forces..."

He paused, stretched out his finger and pointed at the densely marked place on the map. "Dakang can be divided into two parts. The Rakshasa Kingdom can support you with tactics and war horses."

Wusu stroked his beard and thought for a moment before saying, "I know your Rakshasa country is very strong. But there must be conditions for cooperation."

"Of course." The Rakshasa messenger smiled, "Our two families will do it together, divide it up together, and both will benefit!"

These words moved Wusu's heart. He knew that such an opportunity was rare, and after weighing the pros and cons, he finally nodded: "Okay! In that case, let's form an alliance!"

At the same time, in Yunzhou City in the far south, Emperor Ning Fan met Huang Chao wearing civilian clothes.

"General Huang," Ning Fan whispered, "I came to Yunzhou to do only three things. Kill the Huns! Kill the Huns! Kill the Huns!"

Huang Chao's expression was serious: "This..."

Ning Fan looked around and continued: "I plan to start from here, along here... and finally get here!"

Ning Fan pointed at the map and drew a line with his hand.

"Your Majesty, this..."

"Is this okay?"

"There are snowy mountains in the middle! In this season, it is impossible to march from the snowy mountains!"

Huang Chao almost thought Ning Fan was crazy.

Huang Chao frowned and looked at Emperor Ning Fan seriously. His voice was full of worry: "Your Majesty, although this route is direct, it is difficult to pass through the Snowy Mountains in winter. What if there is a snowstorm on the way? Not only soldiers will suffer There will be a lot of casualties, and even supplies will be a problem.”

Ning Fan stood in front of the map, his fingers still staying on the march route he had drawn. He turned around with firm eyes: "General Huang, I understand your concerns. But the Huns are now slaughtering our people wantonly, burning, killing, and looting on the border. We need a quick and fierce counterattack to deter us. them!"

"But..." Huang Chao wanted to say something else.

Ning Fan interrupted him, "I have decided. I will adopt a blitzkrieg strategy! Fight quickly and leave quickly, tearing apart the enemy's defense before they can react!" Ning Fan's tone was firm, and there was no doubt about it.

Huang Chao took a deep breath and nodded slowly, "Your Majesty is wise." Although there were still many worries in his heart.

At this time, Luo Xin knelt on the ground in the ruins of Huoding City and cried and swore: "For all the innocent victims and my comrade Lei Chong... I will make the Huns pay the price!"

As night fell, cruel laughter and cries intertwined came from the Huns camp. Wusu Dashanyu lay drunk on the wool carpet, enjoying the fruits of victory-the gold, silver, treasures and beauties plundered from Dakang.

A captured girl tremblingly brought tea to Wusu. Her face was as pale as paper and there were tears in her eyes. "Please...please let my family go," she begged softly.

Wu Su pushed the tea bowl away roughly and smiled evilly: "Hahaha! Little beauty, all the old and weak in your family have died under my blade! This grassland only recognizes the strong as the king!"

Seven days later, 50,000 elite cavalry set out before heavy snow closed the mountains.

, Ning Fan led the main assault team through the snow-covered mountains. Only a group of black shadows were seen moving quickly in the ice and snow. They trekked hard for several days and nights in the howling cold wind.

When the first ray of sunshine fell in the morning, the raiding team led by Ning Fan had quietly approached the most important supply base of the Huns - Blackwater Camp.

"Attack!" Following Ning Fan's low and powerful command, a dense rain of arrows suddenly sounded from the sky. The Huns fell into chaos before they fully woke up...

At dusk, the Huns' camp was originally filled with laughter and the smell of wine. The women lit cow dung and prepared breakfast, and the men began to clean the sheep pens.

Unexpectedly, Dakang's cavalry rushed in like a violent storm. The shouts of killing shook the sky and the earth, and the sharp swords shone coldly under the light of the torches.

Emperor Ning Fan stood at a high place, his gaze as if frozen for thousands of miles. He watched his soldiers pounce on the enemy like tigers descending the mountain, but he felt no excitement at all. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder, and the air was filled with the haze of death.

"Report to your majesty!" A general covered in blood knelt down in front of Ning Fan, "The enemy camp is in chaos, and we have controlled most of the area."

Ning Fan nodded, "How are the casualties?"

"Our losses are minor," the general replied.

Ning Fan's eyes were deep, "Killing... must be done out of necessity." He slowly turned around and looked to the east, "Now order all troops to pack up and set off for Ayue City immediately. It is reported that important members of the Huns royal family are stationed there."

"Yes!" The general promised and immediately conveyed the order.

Then the team regrouped and marched towards Ayue City under the cover of night, enduring the biting cold wind. There are items left on the road abandoned by those who fled the attack: broken wheels, and children's lost puppets...

Whenever he thinks of the slaughter of these innocent creatures, Ning Fan feels a heavy feeling in his heart. However, as the emperor, he must suppress his inner weakness and take every step firmly and decisively to protect the safety of the country and the people.

The Blackwater Camp raid is just the beginning, Ayue City will be the key. Ning Fan knows that he may face more cruel and difficult choices next. On the road to victory and peace, every step is full of thorns.

At night, the grassland is especially quiet.

Ning Fan walked out of the tent and looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

From here, it will take at least seven days for the news to reach Wusu’s camp!

Seven days, to complete an unprecedented feat in seven days... Ning Fan was slightly excited.

For eight days, there were moon shadows and Zhou Qun in Kyoto, but Ning Fan was not worried. Moreover, Shen Mengxi sent a large number of new weapons to the northwest front. The Huns also had a wishful thinking to break through the northwest defense line.

The only thing that worries Ning Fan is the Rakshasa Kingdom far to the north!

Apart from the Huns, the Rakshasa Kingdom is Da Kang’s most serious problem. The Rakshasa Kingdom has a vast territory and a dense population. Moreover, this country is extremely martial and its fighting power is astonishing...

"Your Majesty, this was found in the Huns' camp. It belongs to us Dakang people..."

Outside the camp, the voice of the soldiers came.

Ning Fan pushed open the curtain, but was stunned. A woman stood under the moonlight. Her beauty made Ning Fan unable to take his eyes away.

This woman, like the goddess of moonlight, almost made Ning Fan feel dazzled.