To the First Emperor of Qin: The state has decreed this!

Chapter 428 Enemy from the Atmosphere

Luan Diyun sat in the main tent, eating a bowl of hot meat porridge, and his cold body finally regained a little warmth.

"Although the losses were heavy, at least I survived." Luan Diyun comforted himself, thinking that once he returned to the royal court, he would regroup and settle accounts with the Qin army.

however.

Good times are always fleeting.

It was late at night.

The entire Xiongnu camp suddenly descended into chaos.

"Ouch... my stomach... it hurts so much..."

A Xiongnu soldier on guard duty suddenly clutched his stomach, his face turned pale, and he was drenched in sweat.

Immediately afterwards, he lost all control of his body, and with a "plop," a stream of yellowish-white fluid gushed out from his crotch.

It froze into a chocolate popsicle the moment it hit the ground, but it didn't leave a mess behind.

This is just the beginning.

Screams echoed throughout the camp.

Countless Xiongnu warriors clutched their stomachs and rolled on the snow.

There weren't enough latrines, so many people just took off their pants and relieved themselves outside their tents.

Even more terrifying were the warhorses.

Warhorses have fragile digestive systems, and after eating the stolen fodder, thousands of them began to suffer from severe diarrhea, excreting only watery, runny feces.

The entire valley instantly turned into a giant cesspool.

Inside the main tent.

"vomit!"

Luan Diyun suddenly pushed aside the table in front of her and clutched her stomach tightly.

The stench outside the tent is unbearable!

Moreover, a sharp pain shot through her stomach and intestines, her face turned ashen, her forehead was covered in large beads of cold sweat, and her legs went weak, making it impossible for her to even stand.

"Princess!"

The guards outside stumbled in, and before they could say a word, they knelt on the ground and vomited uncontrollably.

"The food supplies...the food supplies are poisoned!"

Luan Diyun, barely suppressing the humiliation of her impending sphincter failure, gritted her teeth and spat out a few words.

She finally understood why the Qin army had fled so decisively during the day, despite having the upper hand!

Damn!

The Qin people truly deserve to die!

"Meng Tian...you have such ruthless methods..."

Luan Diyun felt an uncontrollable spasm in her lower abdomen. Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, she quickly chased away the guards.

Then, disregarding everything else, he began to enjoy himself in the military tent.

"Ah... Qin people, I will definitely kill you all!"

This war is unwinnable!

……

Several hours later, dawn gradually broke.

Inside the central command tent of the Qin Dynasty, Meng Tian and several generals were examining a map.

"Report!"

A scout captain who had been keeping watch quickly entered the main tent.

He was panting heavily and fanning himself in front of his nose, his face looking quite strange.

"What's the situation? Have the Xiongnu made any unusual moves?" Meng Tian asked in a deep voice.

"Reporting back to Commander Meng..."

The scout swallowed hard, his expression contorted, and said, "Those 30,000 Xiongnu soldiers were completely unprepared; the entire army is in the valley. But... but that valley is now inaccessible!"

Even from two miles away, my subordinates were suffocated by the stench. The entire Xiongnu camp was now reeking of filth, everywhere... everywhere was excrement!

From a distance!

Those Huns seem to be dancing and celebrating around a pile of dung!

After hearing the scout's report, Meng Tian was stunned.

He stroked his beard, his face full of confusion: "These grassland barbarians may not bathe often, but surely they wouldn't make the camp stink like this overnight? This is incredibly unhygienic, truly rare!"

Zhang Fan, who was holding a bowl of hot soup to ward off the cold, couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard this.

"Commander Meng, it's not that they're unhygienic."

Zhang Fan put down the soup bowl, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile, "This is a 'snack' I specially prepared for them, just a little laxative."

"laxative?"

Meng Tian was startled and suddenly realized what was going on.

No wonder the Immortal Master made the army run away so easily yesterday; it turns out there was something special about the provisions!

But then Meng Tian began to have doubts: "Immortal Master, this is the food supply for 30,000 troops and tens of thousands of warhorses. Where did you find such a large quantity of poison?"

Zhang Fan waved his hand and explained, "It's not some rare poison, it's just white saltpeter."

Seeing the puzzled looks on everyone's faces, Zhang Fan continued, "The Hetao and southern Mongolia regions are dotted with various saline lakes. In winter, when the lakes dry up and freeze, a thick layer of white crystals will naturally form on the rocks and mudflats along the lakeshore."

In traditional Chinese medicine, this substance is called Glauber's salt (Mangxiao). When taken in large quantities, it acts as a natural laxative.

"These past few days, I had Mo Feng lead the Mo family disciples to scrape dozens of cartloads of this white saltpeter from the surrounding saline-alkali lands. They ground it all into powder and mixed it into yesterday's millet and horse feed!"

Colorless and odorless, once ingested, even a god would have diarrhea until his legs go weak!

Upon hearing this explanation, Meng Tian was stunned for a long time, then couldn't help but slap his thigh and burst into laughter.

"How wicked! Immortal Master, your method is truly despicable!"

Meng Tian laughed until tears almost streamed down his face. "The art of war says, 'To win hearts and minds is the best policy.' You've directly attacked the enemy's lower flanks, crippling 30,000 cavalry without losing a single soldier!"

Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!

He laughed.

Meng Tian's eyes sharpened. "Since the enemy has become a coward, if we don't attack now, when will we?"

"Order the entire army to immediately break camp and follow me in pursuit, flattening that valley!"

"Wait a minute!"

Just as the generals were about to receive their orders, Fusu, who had been sitting to the side, suddenly stood up with a determined look in his eyes.

"Commander Meng, teacher, I want to go to the front lines in this battle too!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Tian frowned and quickly stopped him: "Young Master, you mustn't! Swords and spears have no eyes at the front. Even if the Xiongnu are poisoned, their counterattack before they die is extremely dangerous!"

You are the Crown Prince of Qin. If you are harmed in the slightest, how can I explain this to His Majesty?

It would be best if you remained in the central army camp, under the protection of heavy troops.

Zhang Fan nodded slightly, "Yes, let Commander Meng handle the kicking and prodding. It's snowing heavily outside, don't get too cold!"

"No, I have to go!"

Fusu did not back down. He walked to the center of the tent, his gaze sweeping over every Qin general present. He spoke with neither arrogance nor servility, explaining his reasoning.

"General Meng, teacher. I know my martial arts skills are inferior, and I cannot be of much help in fighting the enemy. But our Qin soldiers are fighting bloody battles in this bitterly cold land, braving the wind and snow. As the eldest son of the Qin Emperor, if I hide in the warm tent in the rear every time there is a battle, how can I command respect? How can I unite the army's morale?"

Fusu took a deep breath and his voice gradually rose: "Father sent me to accompany the army on this expedition, not so that I could come to the northern desert for sightseeing, but so that I could understand military affairs and experience the hardships of soldiers!"

If I retreat in today's decisive battle, how will I face these 300,000 elite Qin soldiers in the future?

Please grant my request, Commander Meng and Teacher!

Hearing Fusu's resounding words, the Qin generals in the tent were all moved, and their eyes revealed a hint of admiration.