After traveling through time, I became Han Zhang’s grandson?

Chapter 235 The Hunt Begins!!!

"For the sake of exchange between our two countries, Han Ming, Marquis of Anyang from Song, will also be participating in this winter hunt. We hope both sides will give their all and showcase their archery and horsemanship skills!"

"The winner will be granted the title of 'Grand Marshal of the Army of the World' by the Emperor of the Great Liao—"

Following the passionate speech by Xiao Ge, the host of the Winter Hunting, the whole scene suddenly became noisy. Everyone was excited and expressed that they would definitely be able to capture the title of "Grand Marshal of the Army of the World".

Yelu Chongyuan and his son, who were traveling with Nabo, stood aside with a calm expression, saying nothing, making it impossible to tell what they were thinking.

However, to smart people, the look of Chongyuan and his son showed that they were completely indifferent to waiting for death.

After all, except for the titles of Crown Uncle and King of Qin, all other positions of Chongyuan have been stripped away.

Originally, Yelu Hongji had the power to command the troops from all over the country under the title of Grand Marshal of the Army, but Han Ming now asked him to take it away as a reward.

It seems that Han Ming's move was intended to sow discord between Yelu Hongji and Yelu Chongyuan.

Many people were wandering around Yelu Hongji, Han Ming, and Yelu Chongyuan, wanting to see clearly what the current situation of these three people was.

"Everyone, please make one final check. Winter Hunting begins immediately!"

Xiao Ge gave a final reminder, then took the command flag from the side and stood in front of Yelu Hongji waiting for orders.

A quarter of an hour later, Xiao Ge looked up at the sunlight and realized it was about time. He then bowed to Yelu Hongji and said, "Your Majesty, the time has come. Please give your orders!"

Yelu Hongji was chatting with Xiao Guanyin about poetry when he heard Xiao Ge's reminder. He straightened his clothes, stood up, walked to the edge of the viewing platform, took the command flag, and waved it down with his hand.

"Fusuki——!"

"Officially begin—!"

Following Yelu Hongji's earth-shaking shout, all the Khitan nobles in the venue mounted their horses, swords and bows in hand, and then galloped out towards the distant hunting ground.

Han Ming said hello to He Zhengru, mounted his warhorse, squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and followed behind the crowd, as leisurely as a spring traveler.

This unhurried action made the Liao king and his ministers frown slightly, and they looked at each other in confusion until Han Ming's back disappeared in the sun. Then everyone withdrew their gaze.

"Mother, who do you think will win the first place in this winter hunt?" The eldest princess, Yelu Sager, only looked up at Xiao Guanyin who was flipping through a book.

"Who do you think is better?" Xiao Guanyin smiled gently and straightened the wrinkles on Sagezhi's clothes.

Hearing his mother's question, Sa Ge thought seriously and spoke hesitantly after a long while: "I think it's Han Ming."

"Hmm?" Xiao Guanyin looked at her daughter's tender and pretty face in some surprise.

"Why do you think it's this Marquis of Anyang?" Xiao Guanyin smoothed her daughter's hair that was blown by the cold wind.

"Intuition!" Sagu just looked at his mother with a firm tone.

"Haha, that Sage just has the same intuition as her mother." Xiao Guanyin used her daughter's words to express who she was more optimistic about.

The three little ones next to them blinked their eyes, not quite understanding why their mother and elder sister were so sure that Han Ming, Marquis of Anyang, would win.

. . . . . .

Riding into the depths of a dense forest covered with dead branches and fallen leaves, Han Ming's warhorse left footprints in the shallow snow. He carefully observed the surroundings and his body began to tense up.

"Crack!!"

A subtle sound was heard in the woods. Han Ming looked closely and saw a hare jumping out of a cave and jumping on the snow.

He untied the longbow on his back with his left hand, reached into the quiver hanging next to the saddle with his right hand, and took out an arrow.

Han Ming then slowly drew his bow and arrow, aiming at the timid rabbit in the distance.

As if sensing danger, the hare looked around for a while, then started to run back on its toes.

Han Ming immediately opened his eyes wide, and the fully drawn bowstring in his hand provided sufficient explosive force to push the arrow out.

"Whoosh-!"

In the nick of time, Han Ming shot out the second arrow from his fingertips, one in front and one behind, heading straight for the hare's head and throat.

"Puff! Puff!"

With two slight sounds of entering the flesh, the little wild rabbit was easily caught!

"What a shame! I thought someone would interfere! He seems quite patient. That's good. It will be more fun this way."

Han Ming chuckled, leaned to the left, picked up the hare, pulled out the arrow, and stuffed it into the hunting bag.

Next, Han Ming started the sweeping mode, and the entire hunting ground was filled with his figure galloping on horseback. There was even a scene where two people were fighting for a prey.

"Han Ming! Don't go too far. This is the territory of the Liao Dynasty. This is not a place where you can act recklessly!"

A young Khitan nobleman held a crescent-shaped scimitar and looked fiercely at Han, who was busy cleaning up his prey opposite him.

"As the saying goes, the first to strike is the strongest. Moreover, I was the first to see this prey. Your words, Excellency, are hard not to feel like a provocation!"

After Han Ming cut off the deer's ear and put it in his bag as a hunting aid, he patted his robe and looked at the young man not far away.

"You are looking for death--!" The young man jumped on his horse and swung his long sword.

"To be used without even realizing it is ridiculous!"

Han Ming held the longbow in front of him, and then at the moment the opponent dived towards him, he pushed off the ground and flipped in the air.

Han Ming put the bowstring around the opponent's neck, and with the help of the force of pushing off the ground and the gravity of landing, he suddenly pulled the opponent off the horse and dragged him several meters away.

At first, the other party was still struggling desperately, but soon as Han Ming's strength increased, the young man was strangled to death before he could utter any more words.

Looking at the young man dying in front of him, Han Ming put away his longbow, walked to the dead sika deer, and cut off its long antlers with a long knife.

Then he directly stabbed the deer antler into the young man's neck, creating the scene that the other party was killed by the deer antler piercing his throat.

"This is the last bit of respect I can offer you and the Liao Kingdom. I hope you can understand my good intentions."

Han Ming patted the other person's already dry face with the back of his hand, left a few words lightly, and then rode away.

Less than a quarter of an hour after he left, a group of six people arrived here. Looking at the bloody scene, their faces became gloomy.

"It looks like we've been discovered. Let's not split up and attack together to finish him off!"

The tall man in the lead said in a cold voice.

"Yes!" the remaining five people said with a fist salute.

After observing the footprints on the ground, the six people quickly mounted their horses and followed Han Ming north.

. . . . . .

"Sir, information from the front."

A man in black emerged from the shadows and handed a piece of information to Yelu Liang, who was leisurely sipping tea.

"Well, just put it here." Yelu Liang did not reach out to take it, but just gestured for the other party to put it on the table, and then continued to enjoy the rare leisure time.

After Yelu Liang had relieved his depression, he switched back to work mode, took out the intelligence, and after just two glances, his expression changed several times.

Finally, he put down the information with a gloomy and pale face, and felt that the depression that had just been dispelled surged into his heart again.

"Han Jingyuan... What a Han Jingyuan! I really underestimated you..."

Yelu Liang held the information in his hand, let out a long breath, and suppressed the worries in his heart.

"Somebody come!"

"I'm here." The guards outside the tent saluted with their fists.

"Give this information to Dabuyan and tell him that no matter what means he uses, he must bring Han Ming's head back to me—!"

No emotion could be seen in Yelu Liang's deep pupils, as if at this moment he was just a person without emotions.

"Yes, I will pass on the order immediately."

The personal guard took the information written by Yelu Liang, picked a Saker Falcon from a cage outside the tent, stuffed the information into a small bamboo tube under its feet, and released it.

Yelu Liang stood at the door of the tent with his hands behind his back, a cold look slowly flowing in his eyes as he stared at the messenger Saker Falcon flying towards the sky.

On the table behind him, the intelligence that the man in black had delivered earlier was fluttering in the wind, and the bloody words on it were so bloody that people dared not look directly at it.

"All six of Hudugu were killed on the banks of the Baihe River..."