The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law

Xining’s domain was vast and sparsely populated, and after chasing throughout the afternoon until dusk, they finally saw a sizable village.

The soldiers dressed as a trade caravan showed puzzled looks, with one remarking, "The place ahead looks like an ordinary village, could it be related to the bandits?"

Another said, "It’s dark yet still so lively, quite rare indeed. Ordinary folks should be resting after laboring during the day. They wouldn’t usually be so cheerful this late at night. Could it be those people?"

"There are no stockades nearby; it’s very likely. General, why not let me go and inquire?"

The young man waved his hand, his eyes ablaze with crimson, and said, "No need. If you go, you’d only scare them off. This is the place, no mistake."

Gazing from afar, red lanterns and people’s cheers signaled a wedding. But who would get married in the middle of the night? The auspicious time is usually at noon, so there is no doubt, this is the place.

"Get everyone ready; tonight we’ll flatten this stronghold, and anyone who dares to resist with weapons in hand shall be shown no mercy!"

The soldiers felt uneasy, yet none voiced any complaint, each gripping their weapon tightly.

This small unit, disguised as a trade caravan, was the vanguard dispatched by the commanding officer. Their original mission was to enter Xining under the guise of merchants to penetrate deep into the enemy’s ranks and ascertain their strengths and weaknesses.

When necessary, they could even coordinate from inside to catch the enemy off guard and attack.

Unexpectedly, their leading General changed plans midway and led them to eradicate bandits instead.