Chapter 485: Chapter 485: There’s an Ambush!

Night fell upon the Western Rong camp near Fengyu Pass.

Sitting inside the tent, Muer Hong held beautiful Western Rong women in his arms on either side. He drank horse milk wine while watching the masked dancers perform.

He drank and ate large mouthfuls of roasted lamb, his mouth greasy. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and shouted, “Beautiful dancing, here’s a reward!”

The dancers performed with even more enthusiasm, the lead dancer occasionally casting flirtatious glances at Muer Hong.

The woman sitting next to Muer Hong playfully chided, “Leader, aren’t we beautiful?”

Muer Hong stroked the woman’s face, “Beautiful, of course, you’re beautiful!”

“Are South Jin women more beautiful, or are our Western Rong beauties more so?” the woman on the other side asked as she poured Muer Hong more horse milk wine.

“Each has their own beauty!” Muer Hong lifted the woman’s chin and laughed heartily.

The woman snorted coldly in dissatisfaction.

A bearded man sitting not far from Muer Hong grinned and said, “Leader Muer Han has probably already captured Lianbian City and started plundering. I’ve heard South Jin women are as soft as boneless, unlike any Western Rong woman!”

Muer Hong and Muer Han were brothers, their appearances very similar.

Muer Hong laughed and said, “Once my brother sends word back, I’ll have him pick some beauties for you. The emperor of Nanjin has already given us Lianbian City and Shili City. Their grain, their women, belong to us! Hahaha…”

The supplies in the two cities of Nanjin, especially those in Lianbian City, were enough to get them through the harsh winter.

Besides, strong men could be kept as slaves, women for carnal pleasure, and children kept for labor, everyone else would be killed.

To the Western Rong, these were free spoils!

Muer Hong’s laughter was wildly arrogant, reaching the ears of the cavalry roasting lamb around the campfire outside.

They cheered excitedly outside the tent, “Leader, we also want South Jin women!”

Muer Hong shouted loudly, “Why are you making a fuss? If your leader has meat to eat, of course, you’ll have broth to drink!”

The Western Rong cavalry, hearing Muer Hong’s words in the night wind, whistled excitedly outside the tent.

Muer Hong laughed heartily, grabbing a cow bone and gnawing on it.

The scent of meat and wine wafted through the tent, the dancers’ movements graceful and fervent.

Suddenly, there was chaos outside the tent. A cavalryman lifted the tent flap and shouted, “Leader, something’s wrong! Our sheep and horses have been set loose!”

“What!” Muer Hong put down the cow bone, his thick arm grabbing then releasing a curved knife, asking the cavalryman, “Who did this?”

“We don’t know. The pens holding five hundred sheep were opened, they’re scared and scattering everywhere, and those warhorses seem to have seen something frightening and are all spooked!”

Muer Hong panicked; those sheep were their food for the cold, and those warhorses were their weapons against Nanjin.

The dancers saw Muer Hong’s face turning red with anger, and they all retreated to the sides of the tent.

Muer Hong stormed out of the tent in a rage.

In front of him, two tents suddenly caught fire simultaneously.

Muer Hong felt something was wrong and shouted, “An ambush, be careful of an ambush!”

In the Western Rong camp, there were a total of five thousand Western Rong cavalry, and they had three lines of defense to see if the Nanjin army was approaching.

A large-scale march at night would definitely make noise, and their sentries shouldn’t miss it.

But the present fire, the frenzied warhorses, and the panicking sheep proved someone had infiltrated the camp.

After thinking for a moment, Muer Hong hurried back to his tent, and as soon as he entered, he smelled the scent of blood.

A cold dagger was pressed against the back of his neck, making Muer Hong’s pupils contract sharply. He saw everyone inside the tent dead.

Blood splattered across the carpet, the table, and the horse milk wine.

He looked sideways at the person holding the dagger against him, finding them terrifying. How could they kill so many people without making a sound!

“Wh-who are you?” Muer Hong’s voice began to tremble.

“The one who kills you!”

Muer Hong was terrified; the voice behind him was that of a woman.

A round object was suddenly thrown in from outside the tent, and Muer Hong saw a blood-soaked human head.

He looked closely and found that the face was almost identical to his own!

“Muer Han!”

He couldn’t believe his eyes; his brother Muer Han’s head had been chopped off.

He gritted his teeth, “You’re from Nanjin!”

Zhan Lan sneered, “What do you think?”

Muer Hong discreetly took a dagger from his wristband and slashed at Zhan Lan’s arm.

Zhan Lan kicked the dagger away, and Muer Hong took advantage of the opportunity to throw a heavy punch at Zhan Lan. Zhan Lan dodged, and Muer Han’s punch broke an iron rod on one side of the tent.

He looked viciously at the woman who had threatened him with the dagger. She was wearing a dancer’s dress, and her face was obscured by a veil.

“What a powerful woman, to infiltrate the Western Rong camp and kill!”

Zhan Lan coldly said, “This is my second time here, so I’m familiar with the place. Tuoba Hong didn’t have time to tell you how he died, but you’ll meet him soon enough!”

Muer Hong, hearing Tuoba Hong’s name, suddenly realized something.

He looked at Zhan Lan as if he’d seen a ghost, “You are Zhan Lan!”

Zhan Lan removed her veil, her face stunningly beautiful, yet her cold demeanor gave Muer Hong chills.

Who in Western Rong didn’t know Zhan Lan, the Brave General!

She was a ruthless female demon!

Muer Han raised his voice, hoping the cavalrymen outside the tent would hear his plea for help, “What do you want, your emperor is favoring Western Rong, do you plan to defy your emperor?”

Zhan Lan’s eyes brimmed with endless hatred as she said, “He is him, I am me. Western Rong scoundrels must die at my hands!”

Muer Hong backed away step by step, aiming for the curved knife on the table, intending to personally kill the one who murdered his brother.

Muer Hong clasped the curved knife, looking at Zhan Lan with a sinister smile, “I’ve long heard of the South Jin’s Brave General, both brave and wise, not expecting such a stunning beauty. I admire your courage to enter the Western Rong camp alone, but you’ll find no way out!”

After saying this, Muer Hong realized that Zhan Lan was simply watching him quietly, without any change in expression.

Muer Hong felt extremely uneasy under Zhan Lan’s gaze.

Zhan Lan curled her lips into a bloodthirsty smile, her voice like it came from hell, sending chills down Muer Hong’s spine.

“How do you know I’m alone!”