To the First Emperor of Qin: The state has decreed this!

Chapter 422 Capturing the Fiery Horse Alive?

"Instead of wasting it, we should eat it and turn it into energy, don't you think?" Mo Feng argued.

"this……"

Fusu was speechless after hearing Mofeng's words, "That makes sense, but..."

"Alright, enough with the butts."

Zhang Fan opened his eyes, swallowed a mouthful of mare's milk wine, and looked at Fusu. "What's the point of fighting? Isn't it so that the people of Qin can live a good life, so that we can eat and drink well?"

Zhang Fan sat up straight. "If you feel guilty about eating the Xiongnu's sheep, that's simple. Luo Li, take away the young master's bowl and replace it with a bowl of millet porridge that we brought!"

"Hey! No, no, no!"

When Fusu heard that the porridge needed to be changed, he immediately became anxious.

He had been marching through the snow for the past few days and was already very hungry.

The aroma of roasted lamb filled his nostrils, and he was indeed a little tempted.

"Teacher, I was just saying it offhand, but these spoils really shouldn't be wasted."

Fusu blushed, but he resolutely picked up the earthenware bowl, took a piece of roasted mutton, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Mmm...it smells so good."

The mutton was tender and flavorful with spices. Fusu's eyes lit up, and he no longer looked hesitant. He started eating heartily.

Seeing Fusu eating heartily, Zhang Fan and Mo Feng exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.

The atmosphere inside the tent was relaxed and harmonious!

The wind and snow outside continued, but were kept out by the firelight and the aroma of meat.

After eating and drinking for a while, Mo Feng was slightly tipsy and his face was flushed.

He let out a burp, shook the wine flask in his hand, and looked at it with a hint of curiosity.

"Alas, Imperial Advisor."

Mo Feng leaned closer and lowered his voice, "You said we ate the Xiongnu's sheep and drank mare's milk wine, it certainly had an exotic flavor."

"I just wonder... what are these Xiongnu women like?"

Mo Feng raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I've heard that women of the grasslands ride horses and shoot arrows from a young age, exposed to the wind and sun, developing a fierce character. Their figures and gaits are completely different from those of noble ladies from the Central Plains! I really want to find an opportunity to capture a Xiongnu woman and try it out!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan, who was enjoying a massage, opened his eyes.

Upon hearing this topic, Zhang Fan immediately became interested, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Mo Feng, Mo Feng, I didn't know you had such a heavy taste behind the scenes."

Zhang Fan gestured for Luo Ying and Luo Li to stop what they were doing and sat up. "But what you said is also true. The core strength and leg muscles of women from the grasslands, jostled on horseback, are unmatched by ordinary people. If we captured a noblewoman from the Xiongnu, like a princess, that would indeed be quite interesting!"

The two became increasingly excited as they talked, and began to discuss tactics for capturing Xiongnu women alive on the battlefield.

Sitting to the side, Fusu froze as he listened to the two men's unvarnished words.

He had just swallowed some mutton when he heard this topic, and his face immediately turned red.

"Cough cough cough!"

Fusu choked on the mare's milk wine and coughed, his face flushed as he waved his hands, "Teacher! Commander Mo! What kind of behavior is this, so vulgar! It's not the act of a gentleman!"

Fusu was educated in the palace from a young age and was surrounded by well-educated and virtuous young ladies. He had never heard such direct remarks before.

Seeing Fusu's embarrassed appearance, Zhang Fan and Mo Feng couldn't help but laugh.

"My lord, food and sex are human nature. What kind of vulgar language is this?"

Zhang Fan joked, "As the eldest son of the Qin Emperor, you will have many beauties in your harem in the future. Are they all women from the Central Plains?"

"I think you're too gentle. You should find a Xiongnu princess and have her whip you a few times a day to toughen you up!"

"Teachers, please stop making fun of your students!"

Fusu waved his hands anxiously, his face flushed. "That Xiongnu woman is uncouth and has a fierce personality. If she is married and brought back to Xianyang, won't the royal palace be in turmoil?"

No, absolutely not!

"Hahaha! Young master, you don't understand. Even the worst-tempered person becomes very obedient once they give in!" Mo Feng said from the side.

Laughter erupted from inside the tent.

However, while the group inside the tent was talking about the Xiongnu woman, they were unaware of this.

In the dark snowfield outside the tent, less than twenty miles from the Qin army's central camp.

Princess Luan Diyun of the Xiongnu was silently approaching the Qin camp.

The wine was flowing freely inside the tent.

Zhang Fan picked up his wine cup, just about to clink glasses with Mo Feng.

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from behind.

"Waaaaah!"

That was the distinctive sound of the ox horn of the Xiongnu people.

At first, only one blast came from the southwest, but then, a dense blast of horns sounded simultaneously from the south, southeast, and even the north.

The sound of the horn was particularly jarring!

"Enemy attack!"

"The Huns have attacked our camp!"

Outside the tent, the Qin army sentries on night duty roared, and the entire camp instantly descended into chaos.

Countless Qin soldiers were awakened from their sleep.

Zhang Fan's hand holding the wine cup froze in mid-air, the effects of the alcohol completely dissipating.

"What's going on? The Xiongnu dare to attack the central army?" Mo Feng threw away the lamb leg in his hand, stood up abruptly, and drew the long sword from his waist.

Fusu's expression changed drastically, and the ceramic bowl in his hand fell onto the carpet, breaking in two.

"Protect the young master and the imperial advisor!" Mo Feng shouted, then retreated behind the two.

The tent flap was suddenly flung open, and a gust of cold wind rushed in.

Dozens of elite Xuan Niao Guards rushed into the main tent, quickly forming a defensive circle around Zhang Fan and Fu Su. They cocked their crossbows, drew their swords, and vigilantly watched the entrance to the tent.

The commotion outside the tent grew louder and louder, and the Qin army camp was on the verge of exploding.

The soldiers had just experienced a great victory during the day and were somewhat relaxed. However, when they suddenly encountered this situation of being surrounded on all sides in the middle of the night, it was inevitable that they would panic.

Just then, a loud shout came from the direction of the main camp of the central army.

"All troops, remain calm! Anyone who runs or shouts will be executed!"

Meng Tian woke up immediately. He was only wearing a single layer of chainmail, carrying a long sword, and strode out of the tent.

By the light of the torches, Meng Tian loudly issued military orders.

"Commanders of each battalion, restrain your troops! No one is allowed to leave their tents to engage the enemy! Archers and crossbowmen, form ranks on the spot! Spearmen, advance to stop the horses!"

Meng Tian's voice was powerful and resonant. The Qin army was, after all, a battle-hardened force. Under the strong suppression of its commander and the reprimands of officers at all levels, the chaos was quickly quelled.

The heavily armored infantry quickly erected their large shields and barricades.

Tens of thousands of crossbows were aimed at the dark wilderness from which the horn sounded.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the Hun cavalry to charge.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed.

The time it takes for two incense sticks to burn has passed.

The bugle calls continued to sound across the wilderness, but not a single Xiongnu cavalryman could be seen.

The wind and snow continued to fall, and the Qin soldiers, holding heavy shields and crossbows, had hands that were numb with cold.

After a long time, the distant bugle calls began to fade, and the sound of horses' hooves gradually faded northward, eventually disappearing completely into the wind and snow.

The area around the camp returned to deathly silence.

A scout rode up to Zhang Fan's tent and reported loudly: "Reporting to the Grand Preceptor and the Eldest Prince, the enemy did not attack the camp. They were just patrolling three miles outside the camp, blowing horns. They are now retreating north."

Zhang Fan frowned and gestured for the guards to put away their weapons.

Mo Feng sheathed his longsword and cursed, "These barbarians from the grasslands, instead of sleeping in the middle of the night, they come here, blow their horns for a bit, and then run away. Are they crazy?"