Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect
Chapter 90 Banquet

Chapter 90: Chapter 90 Banquet

When the time comes, heaven and earth shall join forces, it seems today is the day Zhongshan Gong meets his end.

Not only were the tribute sentries and guards within the camp distracted by Qiao Fa’s loud singing, allowing the four to sneak in through the last five-mile passageway,

but also Tie Dan and his companions encountered four miscellaneous soldiers squatting outside the camp, defecating in the grass...

As the sword light flashed, four heads rolled off their necks, falling with thuds into the cesspool.

The four quickly stripped the bodies, changing into their military armor, and threw the corpses into the trench latrine. They smeared their faces with mud, poured horse urine over themselves, and filthy and stinking, marched confidently into the military camp.

It wasn’t difficult to disguise themselves as Kan soldiers; after all, the Kan army wasn’t as distinct as the Gen Kingdom’s Royal Army, which was clear with flags and had uniform military attire.

Kan country was impoverished and cold, and most of their military equipment had to be imported. Most of the armor was a family heirloom from the Emperor Wu era, left by the old Cavalry Army, while the undergarments were mainly fur and felt of various animals, lacking any uniform standard. In fact, at first glance, seeing these dirty, bandit-like soldiers with patchy fur, one would immediately recognize them as Kan soldiers.

If one must differentiate between Kan’s army and bandits, it would probably depend on which side had a higher rate of wearing armor.

After all, elite soldiers like Ao Bing were armored from head to toe like iron towers, with faces concealed behind iron plates, masks, and helmets. In contrast, Kan country lacked iron, and ordinary soldiers merely had armor on their chest and limbs, and having a helmet was already considered fortunate.

Yet, given the Kan’s army consisted of miscellaneous captives from various tribes, exiled prisoners from all over the world, and even demons and monsters with huge differences in build, everyone cobbled together armor from the arsenal and battlefield, with no one caring how you look.

And within this team, they had Tie Dan, a local who understood military flags, leading them. The other three were disabled with missing arms, looking like survivors barely escaping the battlefield, perfectly blending into the atmosphere.

Seizing the moment when the soldiers in the camp were noisily gathering outside to catch the singing madman,

the four headed towards the inner camp, smearing their faces with ash and wolf dung along the way. Passing by a military supply campsite, they picked up a few Gen army armors, stained with scabs and flesh, and took ring-headed knives and short spears, covering their felt clothes, completely blending into the Kan army’s formation. If not for Tie Dan pulling them back a couple of times, they almost followed others in the wrong direction...

"They’re chasing the Shopkeeper, this way, see, that tent with the golden flag and white felt, with a dark red patch on the top."

The three looked in the direction Tie Dan pointed, nodding in agreement.

Tie Dan said,

"That’s the final Great Shanyu’s royal tent, carried around during battles, made with the Yin Mountain Yak God’s fur, able to block Primordial Spirit probing, reputed to repel a hundred evils.

It was later captured by the Great General, who wrapped the Shanyu and his four sons in the felt, trampling them to death with wild horses. The Shanyu’s family’s blood and flesh are still on it.

That should be Stone Dragon’s tent."

Zhen Zhu frowned,

"Impossible to lock with Divine Sense... how to release the flying sword then?"

Gen Mo glanced at the heavily guarded gates and watchtowers, shaking his head unwillingly,

"The guard is too strict, and even if we start a fire, it’s hard to sneak in under the archers’ surveillance."

Qian Rang stared wide-eyed,

"And what are those monsters? How are they so huge..."

Tie Dan looked at the white felt tents, the seven or eight giants nearly three meters tall, clad in iron armor and steel helmets,

"What monsters, those are pure-blooded Tartars, haven’t you seen them before?"

"What? Those are Tartars?"

"How could they grow so tall..."

"Did the Great General fight against such creatures back then?"

Tie Dan explained,

"They weren’t born like this; these Northern captives defied the royal teachings and didn’t worship the Three Venerables, offering sacrifices to local demons, thus being protected by some Demon Gods. Like our cultivators, occasionally someone would awaken demonic power, flesh mutating, fully grown they look like that.

But now such pure breeds aren’t many; most of them have been eaten."

"...Eaten?"

The three stared at Tie Dan, incredulous,

Tie Dan shrugged,

"By the Cavalry Army of those times; otherwise, where would they find so much military food in the icy wasteland? Of course, eating on the spot.

Tartar meat is substantial with rich blood; better to eat them than kill the horses."

The three from the south were momentarily shocked, lowering their ecological assessment of Kan to the eighteenth level.

However, Tie Dan wasn’t here for tourism; he called the three to follow, heading towards the main camp, chattering in unfamiliar words with the soldiers guarding the camp entrance.

The soldiers at the entrance waved at them to move on, and Tie Dan took the opportunity to chop the soldier into two.

"Cluck cluck wail!"

Surrounding guards roared and charged at them.

The three were dumbfounded.

Tie Dan turned,

"Kill them, don’t use the sword. White Tiger Leaping Over the Stream!"

Then he dove and chopped into the soldiers, slicing them into segments.

So the disabled comrades could only, with their single arms, draw their knives, weaving and dodging as they hacked at the charging gatekeepers, all the while watching out for archers around them.

Strangely, the archers didn’t shoot arrows, and the other soldiers didn’t come over to encircle them, instead laughingly watching the excitement.

The three didn’t understand why but decided to kill all the soldiers. Even with their arms severed, their knife skills were still far superior to ordinary soldiers.

"Stop everyone!"

In the midst of the commotion, a military general emerged from the camp, shouting angrily to halt the guards,

"What’s all this fuss!"

"Commander! We charged for the Great General and became disabled in battle!"

Tie Dan pounded his chest twice with his left hand, pointed with his ring-headed knife with his right,

"This scum laughed at my brothers’ short arms! If you don’t believe, ask him!"

A group turned to look at the dead man, split in two with his guts spilled on the ground.

Well, it seemed he had no objections...

"Enough! It’s a trivial matter! Return to your camps!"

The commander was exasperated, ordering the scattered soldiers away to prevent too large a gathering from causing trouble.

The Kan army was strong, but their military discipline was virtually non-existent.

Due to Kan’s limited national power, border troops didn’t have the lavish salaries or ample supplies of the Guardian Immortal Army and had to rely on loot to sustain their morale.

On the battlefield, you could force them to charge and even threaten with decimation. But correspondingly, after victories, you had to allow them indulgence and release their desires and energy. Otherwise, if a riot occurred, the first to perish would not be these junior officers.

Tie Dan signaled with a glance, leading the three brothers ’back to camp,’ blending in with the crowd towards the inner camp.

Soon, they were approaching the tent with the golden flag and white felt.

Meanwhile, a fire had erupted on the other side of the camp.

The Kan Army Camp became tumultuous, soldiers arming, mounting, charging out in formation. Archers on the towers drew their bows and aimed toward the rising smoke, and signal arrows streaked through the sky, commanding the army to form defensive lines.

Tie Dan quietly walked against the stream of people.

Gen Mo, Zhen Zhu, and Qian Rang didn’t make a sound either.

The four youths adjusted their breathing,

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale

Exhale

preparing their minds and swords to the optimal state.

Step by step, like moths to a flame, rushing toward their deadly destination.

Finally, the last gate opened as if welcoming them.

Tie Dan frowned,

"Dodge."

The three mimicked him, throwing away their weapons, bowing, crouching beside the path.

Just as they moved aside, hundreds of Iron Cavalry, like a steel torrent, thundered out from the camp.

These were Martial Cultivators with Domineering Bodies, their equipment markedly superior to the peripheral soldiers, rivaling even the elite soldiers; each donned in complete Immortal Army Bright Armor, likely bestowed by the Three Constellations, with only the felt-wrapped helmets and the mink-tailed tassels on their helmets distinguishing them from the Central Plains Imperial Guard.

The camp indeed seemed deserted, with even the guards and personal soldiers dispatched.

Then they saw the scene inside the main camp.

The tent was directly opposite, just an arrow’s distance away, with a thick carpet laid on the open ground in front and simple screens erected to block the wind; it had evidently been a war council venue, now turned into a banquet hall, with the fragrance of wine and the warmth of spring, the victory feast evidently ongoing.

And the main course of this feast was women.

Peasant women, village girls, female crowns, nuns, daughters of officials, noble ladies, and even effeminate boys, as long as they were fair-skinned and beautiful, attractive, slightly good looks, were seized by the army and brought here, directly stripped bare, their naked bodies sprawled on the felt, for the generals and personal soldiers to enjoy.

Yes, enjoy in every sense; there was a large pot in the center, with boiling soup, and after intercourse, they would either kill the victims or not, hang them up with a hook through the jaw, slicing the flesh off piece by piece to cook with the beef and mutton.

Gen Mo, Zhen Zhu, and Qian Rang, the three from the mountains, were stunned by this purgatory scene, grinding their teeth until they bled, their eyes wide and glaring.

Tie Dan remained expressionless, indifferent to such sights.

Because Kan State was like this.

Human or beast alike.

Kill, then eat.

If you don’t eat, you get eaten.

Whenever there was a chance to fill the belly, not a bit of flesh was wasted.

Tie Dan was born on the Yin Mountain North Slope, in the Returning Ruins Icefield, the man-eating Demon Domain.

Being captured by border troops and brought to Shuofang as a dog came later.