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Chapter 136: A Night
On New Year's Eve, the night should have been filled with lights and a peaceful atmosphere. However, this year, as four nations united to attack the Huaxia Nation, nearly everyone across the Nine Provinces Continent turned their gaze toward the Capital of Huaxia. Once this night passed, it would mark the beginning of a new year. If the Huaxia Nation fell, Xuan Ziming would undoubtedly become the greatest emperor in the history of the Southern Xiongnu Empire. Even if they could not conquer it, what chaos could arise from a nation that was left with only its capital?
Thus, on this night, Xuan Ziming did not lead his troops to attack the soon-to-be-captured city. Instead, he arranged for his generals to prepare a celebration for New Year's Eve, setting up a grand banquet. Even Lingxiao, who had originally planned to draw the Flame Sun Sword, was kept back by Xuan Ziming and found himself holding a wine cup just half an hour before the arrival of the new year.
In terms of strength, no one in the Southern Xiongnu Empire was stronger than Lingxiao. Regarding military achievements, the Capital of Huaxia had inexplicably lost half of its territory and became the catalyst for war, aiding Xuan Ziming in launching an offensive. Yet, no one knew that Lingxiao, dressed in Dao Robe, was merely seen as a gluttonous old priest by many powerful figures in the Southern Xiongnu Empire. In front of some Regular Soldiers, however, Lingxiao could still flaunt his status as a national advisor.
A person of great power willing to remain hidden is not something Xuan Ziming would foolishly expose. He smiled and intended to drink from his specially crafted Nine Dragon Jade Cup. However, before he could bring it to his lips, ripples began to form in the wine, spreading outward from the center and creating numerous waves. Startled, Xuan Ziming halted his movement, his expression one of confusion.
Noticing their Sovereign's unusual behavior, many generals from the Southern Xiongnu Empire subconsciously followed Xuan Ziming's gaze into his cup. Lacking his composure, they all stood up abruptly; two of them even knocked over their plates filled with delicious dishes without realizing it as they stared intently at Xuan Ziming.
"I'll go take a look."
Lingxiao cast a discreet glance at the wine and seemed unconcerned. He stood up and softly said this before walking out without even glancing at those generals who had contributed significantly to the attack on the Huaxia Nation.
As Lingxiao left the banquet hall, Xuan Ziming felt restless and quickly followed him. It was only then that the generals reacted; after exchanging glances with one another, they hurriedly exited the hall.
Without the obstructive barriers and tents above them, under the night sky illuminated by snow's white glow, they could clearly see dozens of dark figures rushing straight toward them from the capital to the military camp over a distance of a thousand meters. Like a torrent amidst a thousand troops and horses, behind these shadows lay thick layers of snow compressed into water that splashed into the air as they advanced. The light reflected off it created an ethereal mist-like appearance. Though there were no shouts or cries of battle echoing through the air, an unparalleled sense of shock resonated deep within their souls.
"What is that thing? It's so fast!"
"In this kind of weather and on this kind of ground, could it be a ghostly apparition..."
"No, to me, it looks more like an armored vehicle."
Having never seen a tank before, many generals of the Southern Xiongnu Empire were inevitably discussing among themselves. They even forgot to issue the most basic warning signals. It was the emperor, Xuan Ziming, who calmly spoke up, "Relay my orders: the entire army is to be on alert. And you warlords, who among you is willing to go forward and investigate?"
Upon hearing Xuan Ziming's command, the generals finally snapped back to reality. One of them hurriedly called over a nearby soldier and instructed him to blow the Southern Xiongnu Empire's distinctive Horn Signal. Instantly, chaos erupted in the camps of the million-strong army as they scrambled about due to the unknown shadows that had appeared, shouting and searching for their clothes, creating a noise rivaling that of a bustling market.
However, the soldiers soon quieted down as they clearly heard a sound cutting through the air, getting closer and closer... Meanwhile, Xuan Ziming and the observing generals witnessed an astonishing sight in the distance. It seemed as if someone was directing those dozens of shadows; suddenly, flames ignited from them. This piqued Xuan Ziming's curiosity about what was approaching them that could even breathe fire.
Suddenly, a memory flashed through his mind of a certain individual who had once destroyed one-fifth of the Southern Xiongnu Empire Palace. An ominous feeling washed over Xuan Ziming. Before he could delve deeper into his thoughts, a deafening explosion rang out right beside him—boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom...
After the first explosion, it seemed that wasn't enough. Within the camps of the million-strong army, a series of explosions erupted. Many Southern Xiongnu Empire soldiers still searching for their clothes were directly blown into the air, their bodies mangled. Those who were not hit breathed sighs of relief and instinctively hid among the crowd as if that would somehow shield them from further blasts.
Through the tank's sighting scope, Ye Huan watched everything unfold from afar with a slight smile curling at his lips as he murmured to himself, "Indeed, when facing these regular soldiers, modern weapons and equipment hold a significant advantage..."
As he spoke, an absurd thought crossed Ye Huan's mind while sitting inside the tank: what if he became the emperor of Huaxia Nation? Perhaps then all of Nine Provinces Continent would fall under his rule, and he could change his surname to Ye.
Shaking his head to dispel that thought, Ye Huan dared say he had no desire to become an emperor. Although being an emperor had its perks—three palaces and six courtyards with seventy-two consorts—Ye Huan wasn't interested. He recalled a saying from his childhood television shows: "The greater the power, the greater the responsibility." He hadn't understood it back then, but after witnessing Zhao Ziyu draw his sword for self-immolation atop the city walls, he finally grasped its true meaning.
Lost in thought, Weiyang turned around just in time to see Ye Huan shaking his head. He couldn't help but pat Ye Huan on the shoulder and said, "Ye Huan, what are you spacing out for? Shouldn't we fire another round?"
Brought back to reality by Weiyang's pat, Ye Huan smiled at the suggestion. However, it led him to think of something inappropriate, and he asked Weiyang, "Weiyang, have you heard of a one-night Kujirou?"
"A one-night Kujirou?"
With his mouth forming an 'O', Weiyang genuinely wondered if Ye Huan was joking. A man going for nine rounds in one night? Wouldn't that leave him utterly exhausted?
Just as he was about to express his disbelief, Weiyang saw Ye Huan adjusting the tank's sight once again and confidently declared, "Today, I'll show you what it means to be a Real Man!"
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