"I'll do it now, give me the money and I'll hand over the person!"
"General Lu doesn't trust us anymore."
"yes!"
"..."
Lu Xuan successfully ended the conversation, leaving Li Rubai and his group indignant as they returned to their tents.
As night fell, scouts reported that the Qing army was also setting up camp and resting. The Ming army, naturally reassured, began preparing their meals.
Then the Ming soldiers were once again shocked. From Lu Xuan's side, the aroma of stewed meat wafted for hundreds of meters. Meanwhile, they could only eat dry, hard flatbread and pickled vegetables. There were some large pots of stew, but most soldiers' pots were practically devoid of oil. Only the generals and a few of their personal guards were allowed to eat meat.
This was real wartime, and seeing this scene, Lu Xuan was utterly disappointed in these warlords.
As night fell, Lu Xuan suddenly woke up. Ding Baiying, who was in his arms, was also startled awake.
"What's wrong?" she asked, somewhat confused. Lu Xuan gently kissed her forehead.
"Put on your clothes, grab your weapons, and be on guard."
Ding Baiying was startled and, disregarding her embarrassment, immediately got up and put on her clothes.
"What happened? Is the enemy attacking?" She knew that Lu Xuan had amazing hearing and could detect subtle sounds before ordinary people could hear them.
"I guess so, but it looks like they're after me. Interesting!"
Lu Xuan's camp was naturally located within his own army compound. Although not the deepest part, it was certainly the core of the heavily guarded area. The entire camp was situated in a location that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.
If the enemy were to launch a night attack, they would never choose this camp as their first option. However, Lu Xuan sensed a group of people quietly approaching his camp.
The sentries received no warning; they may have already been attacked. However, they didn't launch a direct attack but instead waited silently for something.
Lu Xuan pondered for a moment and then spoke to Ding Baiying.
"Don't make a fuss. Have Miyamoto lead a team to lie in ambush around the area, and we'll just observe what happens."
Lu Xuan knew those people wouldn't have to wait long. Because after about an incense stick's time, patrolling soldiers would pass by, so…
Just as this thought crossed my mind, the Ming army camp opposite us suddenly descended into chaos. The sounds of muskets, swords clashing, and screams filled the air.
The Pingqing army actually launched a raid on the camp, and even more absurdly, they succeeded. At the same time, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard from the front of Lu Xuan's camp.
"Enemy attack..." As the bugle sounded, the soldiers, still in their armor, immediately rose and rushed to their designated defensive positions. Some hadn't even opened their eyes before their bodies were already there. This was an instinctive reaction honed through countless emergency drills.
"Everyone stay at your posts and do not move rashly." Everyone entered defensive mode according to the drill plan. When the enemy cavalry crossed the various barricades and ditches, this side was already on high alert.
However, Lu Xuan didn't pay attention to the battlefield on the front lines. He turned his head to look at the darkness in the southwest.
Sure enough, just as the main camp was attacked from the front, the group of assassins who had somehow managed to get around to the front also made their move.
Lu Xuan seemed oblivious, heading straight back to his tent, even having the leisure to brew himself a pot of tea.
He picked up his teacup and took a small sip. Suddenly, outside, the sounds of battle erupted.
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Baktan means "tolerant" in Manchu. However, the real Baktan was not a tolerant person. On the contrary, he was strong, fierce, and one of the top warriors in the Qing Dynasty.
This time, Grand Prince Amin gave him a difficult task: to infiltrate the Ming army's lines and kill a Ming general.
Baktan knew that man; among the Manchus, he was renowned for beheading the Khan under the protection of five thousand guards. That Ming general, Lu Xuan, was an enemy of the entire Qing Dynasty.
Baktan personally led two hundred of the Qing Dynasty's strongest and bravest warriors, infiltrating the Ming Dynasty's territory. Along the way, no one discovered them... These cowardly Han Chinese were easily bribed with a few sable furs. A camp of one hundred thousand soldiers couldn't withstand the infiltration of two hundred men.
He didn't act directly because his goal wasn't just to kill Lu Xuan, but also to bring back his head. Therefore, the army would launch a feigned attack at night to draw the Ming army's attention, buying him time. He would kill Lu Xuan and then retreat quickly. Doesn't it seem a bit strange? His only mission was to kill Lu Xuan, but something seems to be missing.
Actually, there was another part to the mission, a part that couldn't be spoken of. That was, he also needed to find their Qing Emperor, His Majesty Daishan, and then... kill him.
Baktan was rugged in appearance, but far more astute than he seemed. Although the Grand Prince hadn't explicitly stated it, he understood the implication. The mission was difficult; even if they could bypass most of the Ming army, this was a formidable force that had just defeated His Majesty yesterday. It was unlike any other Ming army.
But Baktan still arrived very excitedly. If he could complete the mission, he would become the First Baturu of the Qing Dynasty. This was a title that all Qing warriors dreamed of.
As the sounds of hacking and slashing rang out in the distance, Baktan knew the time had come.
Two hundred elite Qing soldiers suddenly rose and rushed towards Lu Xuan's tent, which they had already identified. Some guards saw them and drew their swords to fight. Baktan ignored the guards; his eyes were only on Lu Xuan's tent.
More guards rushed forward and engaged Baktan's men in battle. But Baktan himself, along with two of his most trusted men, stormed into the tent.
The scene before him made him pause for a moment. There were three people in the tent, two men and a woman. One of the men was leisurely drinking tea. The other woman was placing some snacks in front of him. Only one man, who looked like a guard, stood at the door, watching them warily.
The one drinking tea was undoubtedly Lu Xuan, but Lu Xuan's current behavior infuriated Baktan. He enjoyed seeing the fear on his prey's face, and Lu Xuan's calm expression made him feel mocked. "I've already barged in, and you're still drinking tea? Are you looking down on me?"
If Lu Xuan knew what he was thinking, he would definitely reply, "Yes, I really didn't think much of you."
Baktan brandished his heavy battle sword and charged towards Lu Xuan. As for the guard, his men would naturally handle him. He was confident that his men could take care of the frail guard in two rounds.
Both attacked simultaneously, yet there was no sound of swords clashing. Baktan only vaguely heard two rapid hissing sounds—the sound of blades slicing through flesh at high speed. Before he could even react, he felt a deadly threat approaching. Instinctively, he raised his hand to block.
With a clang of metal striking metal, he felt the twenty-pound sword in his hand being violently jolted away. The longsword lashed his right hand, sending it flying to the side. His front door opened wide, and a flash of cold light appeared before his eyes.
A few breaths later, Baktan's screams rang out. The previous blow hadn't killed him, but it had severed his right hand. At the same time, Miyamoto followed up with another blow, severing the ligaments in both of his knees.
Just two breaths later, this warrior, who dreamed of becoming the first Baturu of the Qing Dynasty, was reduced to a mangled mess of flesh, howling in agony on the ground. Only then did he notice that his two subordinates had already fallen to the ground before him. Their throats and even their spines had been completely severed, and they were long since lifeless.