Tiger Attacks Wolf Den

## Chapter Thirty-Two

Chen Qing's command made Old Niu and Sun Quezi gasp.

Raiding the Northern Mang's lair? Wild Wolf Plains? That was the heavily guarded stronghold where the Northern Mang's Left Virtuous King, Wuwei, stockpiled his grain and fodder. It was said to be defended by at least ten thousand elite troops, possibly even masters at the peak of the Meridian Condensing Realm or even the Aperture Opening Realm! And they were to attack with just their Black Tiger Camp of five hundred men?

This wasn't an adventure; it was suicide!

"General, think twice!" Old Niu urged, "The Wild Wolf Plains are heavily defended, and the terrain is open. If we charge in with our small force, I fear..."

"You fear we won't return?" Chen Qing interrupted, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Precisely because the defenses are numerous and the terrain is open, they would never expect us to dare go.

He swept his gaze over the two men. "The Northern Mang think they can tie us down with skirmishes and wear us out. I intend to do the opposite and catch them completely off guard! If Wild Wolf Plains are thrown into chaos, Wuwei's army at the front will inevitably be affected. This is the strategy of 'besiege Wei to rescue Zhao,' and it's also a way to break the stalemate!"

Sun Quezi's eyes flickered. He thought deeper than Old Niu. He knew Chen Qing was by no means reckless. This seemingly insane move must have a backup plan. Recalling Chen Qing's terrifying battle aura and his endless array of tricks, he gritted his teeth and bowed. "Your subordinate is willing to follow the General to the death!"

Seeing Sun Quezi's commitment, Old Niu hardened his resolve, sticking out his neck. "Damn it! If my head's gonna roll, it'll be a badge of honor! If the General dares to go, I, Old Niu, will be no man if I flinch!"

"Good!" A hint of approval flashed in Chen Qing's eyes. "This matter is top secret. Do not leak a word. Prepare immediately. We depart precisely at midnight tonight!"

"Yes!"

Night fell, and a biting wind swept across the desolate Northern Frontier.

The five hundred cavalry of the Black Tiger Camp, with mouths gagged and hooves wrapped in thick cloth, moved like shadows flowing through the dark night. They silently left the main camp and galloped north.

Chen Qing rode at the forefront, pushing the perception of his Fierce Tiger Domain to its absolute limit. It acted like a sophisticated radar, allowing him to avoid any Northern Mang patrols. In his mind, he had already memorized the rough map and defense information of Wild Wolf Plains provided by his spies.

Five hundred men, like a sharp arrow, pierced deep into the Northern Mang's territory!

Two days later, at dusk, the distinctive rolling hills of Wild Wolf Plains, resembling a giant wolf lying prone, appeared on the horizon. From a distance, they could see continuous tents and the silhouettes of patrolling cavalry. The defenses were indeed tight.

Chen Qing ordered the entire army to conceal themselves and rest in a patch of dead poplar trees.

"General, how do we attack?" Old Niu asked in a low voice, his palms sweating as he looked at the massive camp in the distance.

Chen Qing didn't answer immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes, concentrating, and slowly extended his perception.

The camp was enormous, with mountains of grain and patrols moving back and forth, exuding a fierce aura. In the center of the camp, a powerful aura, like a dormant volcano, emanated faintly, carrying a scorching, violent intensity. It was at least the peak of the Meridian Condensing Realm, possibly even half a step into the Aperture Opening Realm!

In addition, several Meridian Condensing Realm auras were scattered throughout the camp.

As expected, a master was present!

Chen Qing opened his eyes, his expression grave, but with a greater sense of excitement. The more powerful the enemy, the richer the "resources" they provided!

"A frontal assault would be suicide," Chen Qing said gravely. "Our objective is to create chaos and burn the grain, not to annihilate the defenders."

He looked at Sun Quezi. "You will take a team of skilled scouts and archers, carrying all the incendiary oil and special fire arrows. You will circle around to the west side of the camp, where the wind is blowing from, and where the grain stores are concentrated. When you see my signal, unleash your fire with all your might!"

"Yes!"

"Old Niu, you will take the main force and lie in ambush in this depression on the south side of the camp. Once the fire starts and the camp is in chaos, the defenders will prioritize saving the fire and pursuing the arsonists. At that time, you will lead your troops in a feigned attack from the south. Make it as loud as possible to draw the defenders' attention!"

"Understood! I'll make sure to cause a big commotion!"

"As for me," Chen Qing's eyes flickered with a dark red light, "I will infiltrate from the east and find that master guarding the camp. I'll have a nice 'chat' with him."

"General, you alone are too dangerous!" Old Niu and Sun Quezi exclaimed simultaneously, their faces changing.

"Execute the order!" Chen Qing's tone was unyielding. "Remember, regardless of success or failure, half an hour after the fire starts, you must retreat and rendezvous at the designated location!"

"...Yes!" Knowing they couldn't dissuade him, the two could only accept the order.

The night deepened, and the cold wind grew fiercer.

Shortly after midnight, Sun Quezi, leading dozens of elite scouts, vanished silently to the west like phantoms blending into the night.

Old Niu also led the main force, stealthily moving to the depression on the south side, holding his breath in anticipation.

Chen Qing, alone, suppressed his battle aura to its absolute limit. Like a civet cat, he used the terrain and shadows for cover, creeping towards the east side of the camp. His target was clear—that strongest aura!

The east side of the camp had relatively lax guards, but there were many hidden sentries. Chen Qing raised his perception to its maximum, always detecting the sentries' positions in advance. He either eliminated them silently with lightning speed or cleverly avoided them.

[Killed Northern Mang Sentry... Proficiency +10]

He moved through the heavily guarded military camp like a top-tier assassin, gradually approaching the largest golden-roofed yurt in the center of the camp.

That was the source of the powerful aura!

Just as he was less than a hundred paces from the yurt, preparing to find an opportunity to infiltrate!

Inside the yurt, the volcano-like aura suddenly stirred!

"What scoundrel dares to spy on this seat's tent?!"

A roar like thunder exploded from within the tent! Immediately, a scorching, violent aura erupted, like a tangible shockwave, sweeping out instantly!

He had been discovered!

Chen Qing's pupils contracted. He stopped hiding and sprang up, shooting towards the yurt like an arrow loosed from a bow! Since a sneak attack had failed, he would attack head-on!

"Enemy attack!"

"Protect the High Priest!"

The entire camp was instantly alerted. Countless torches lit up, and shouts of killing erupted everywhere!

And at the same time!

Dozens of rockets, trailing flames, suddenly lit up the western sky, streaking like meteors and accurately striking the mountains of grain!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The oil ignited instantly, erupting in towering flames! The dry fodder became the perfect fuel, and the fire spread like a furious dragon!

"The grain! The grain is on fire!"

"Put it out! Hurry, put it out!"

The camp descended into utter chaos!

On the southern side, Old Niu saw the fire and immediately roared, leading his men out of the depression. A rain of arrows fell, and the shouts of battle shook the heavens, creating the illusion of thousands of troops attacking the camp!

Chaos! Utter chaos!

Meanwhile, on the eastern side of the camp, Chen Qing had already fiercely clashed with the figure who had charged out of the main tent!

It was an elder clad in shamanic robes, wielding a bone scepter, his face withered but his eyes burning with crimson flames—the High Priest of Northern Mang, Wugutuo! He was at the peak of the Meridian Condensing Realm, with one foot already in Aperture Opening!

"Insolent whelp, you court death!" Wugutuo roared in fury. His bone scepter, wreathed in crimson flames that seemed to burn everything, slammed down towards Chen Qing's head!