Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect
Chapter 91 Marquis Zhongshan

Chapter 91: Chapter 91 Marquis Zhongshan

"Hey! The broth is lacking! Add more!"

Someone inside the tent shouted drunkenly.

"Yes! Master!"

Tie Dan shouted back, turning his head like a wolf and glaring at the three people behind him.

"One sword."

Gen Mo clenched his fist, Zhen Zhu closed his eyes, and Qian Rang nodded.

So Tie Dan crawled into the military camp like a dog.

The three villagers also followed suit, crawling silently behind him.

The soldiers and generals in the camp were already drunk beyond recovery. Those who could still stand and mount a horse had already been dispatched earlier.

Naturally, no one paid attention to these four crawling servants, nor did anyone search for the swords on them.

After all, what trouble could a few disabled people cause?

Thus, they crawled through the camp, their ears filled only with the faint breaths and moans of dying women.

The ones who resisted fiercely, panicked to madness, screamed and shouted, had all been hung on hooks, consumed entirely, leaving only heads in trays and bones next to the dogs’ dens.

The ones remaining were so scared to the core, so intoxicated to the point of death, or played with to the extent of being half-disabled, that they could only lie limp on blankets, hoping for their end to come sooner.

But Tie Dan and his group couldn’t act just yet.

A bowshot’s distance was neither too short nor too long. If they rushed straight in, it would only take a breath’s time to reach the tent.

But in front of this tent was a bowshot distance overseen by dogs.

Human-faced dogs, giant dogs, captive dogs.

Dog guards.

The Light Cavalry General of the past trained these dogs, using Northern captives, training them from young to act as dogs. Even when they grew up, awakening as demons or wild wolves, they were still usable.

Over the years, pureblood captives had almost been eaten to extinction, leaving the training to rely on the mixed-bloods born from alien women to the border Immortal Army.

Currently, these guards were enthusiastically gnawing on the leftover remnants, these giant guards, three zhang tall, as large as bulls, appeared to be the evil dogs trained by Marquis Zhongshan using ancient methods.

Closing the distance closely, one could clearly see these dog guards clad entirely in armor, with iron chains around their necks, their bodies covered with fur due to the Evil Technique and secret medicine refinement.

As the personal soldiers responsible for transporting and guarding the Shanyu’s tent, they would never leave their lord’s side unless permitted to hunt. Any disturbance would not escape their beast-like intuition, and with a single whistle from the master, they would pounce, tearing the prey to pieces, dismembering it thoroughly.

With these loyal dog guards by his side, Marquis Zhongshan could sit steady in his tent, secure as Mount Tai.

But Tie Dan was well-prepared, covering everyone in plenty of dung, fully masking the mountain people’s smell.

Moreover, the vicious dogs, now sated from eating and drinking, with some lazily gnawing on bones and others resting outside the tent, paid no attention to the four infiltrators.

But they needed to advance a bit further, just a little more to have a chance of success.

Tie Dan knew very well that the fully trained, refined "Dog-shaped Fist," and fully evolved captive dog guards were explosively powerful, not far behind a real Nascent Soul Martial God.

Even if Marquis Zhongshan was a drug-fueled waste, with eight dog guards by his side, who could harm him?

Closer. Just a little closer.

Push the sword in hand a little further forward.

"Hurry up! Quit dawdling!"

Thus, under everyone’s watchful eyes, Tie Dan and his group entered the camp, adding more seasoning and broth to the boiling cauldron of human flesh.

The young man shouting in the tent, naked to the waist, was drugged and drunk.

In one hand, he held a bloody golden knife, in the other a freshly severed arm, like a lotus root, which he dunked into the pot. He swirled it until cooked, lifted it, dipped it in sauce, and began to suck the fingertips that were as white as jade.

As he ate, he glanced at Tie Dan and the others. Suddenly, noticing something, he placed the golden knife against Zhen Zhu’s neck, casually wiping the blood off the blade.

"I haven’t seen you before, are there disabled men among the slave soldiers?"

The three looked at Tie Dan.

Tie Dan turned his head, forcing a grin,

"Reporting to the junior military commander, it happened when Su Hetai faced the Gen Kingdom’s crossbow cars shattered during the charge, Qi’er Mie fed to the dogs and got bitten off, Anda from yesterday drank too much, vowed life and death with a good brother, deliberately chopped it off with a knife, couldn’t stop him."

The young man, already dazed with drink, listened to Tie Dan’s chatter and couldn’t help but frown, trying hard to recall if he had heard of these people. But these barbarian names were half-understood at best, muddled in his mind as if familiar, yet unfamiliar.

After a short while of pondering, his gaze became unfocused, as the effects of the drugs took hold, causing him to shiver, then stagger, tossing the knife aside before turning away, waddling back to squeeze into the blanket and warm meat pile, to warm himself up.

Tie Dan then put away his smile, gave the others a hint, while grabbing a platter, loaded it with thoroughly boiled lamb—or whatever meat it was—then quickly soaked his concealed Qingshuang in the broth. The four lifted each corner of the platter as they walked into the main tent.

"The junior military commander presents lamb to the Great General!"

Upon hearing Tie Dan’s call, the two giant dogs at the tent entrance raised their heads, sniffed the air, and licked their lips looking at the meat on the platter, without blocking them, allowing them to lift the main tent and step into the overwhelming stench of blood.