Lu Ming despised people who spewed filth. He could insult and humiliate others, but no one could treat him like that!
Because he had a system; he was a tyrant, able to rise to power unexpectedly, while others were merely mortals. He, however, was a tyrant with a lifespan of three hundred years!
How dare he call him a bastard? He was tired of living!
He had originally intended to spare Han Xian's life to incite internal strife within the Yellow Turban Army; otherwise, he wouldn't have mentioned the name of another leader, Yang Feng. What a pity.
Han Xian's filth was intolerable, so he had to endure it!
With a swift backhand, he severed Han Xian's head, wrapped it in a rag, and placed it on the horse. Turning to Madam Zou, he frowned. "Can you ride a horse?"
"No." A hint of fear flashed in Madam Zou's eyes. For a moment, she couldn't tell if Lu Ming was a good person or a bad person. Judging from his appearance, he seemed like a good person.
"Hmph! What a nuisance." Lu Ming swiftly killed the bandit who tried to ambush him, then plunged back into the crowd, slaughtering his way through. He didn't go far, focusing his killing spree around the carriage where Madam Zou was.
His personal guards caught up, driving the fleeing bandits away.
Some were wounded, some even with their limbs severed and immobilized.
Lu Ming first cast the spell 'Diamond Body Protection,' clearing away the negative emotions of bleeding and fear.
Then he bandaged the seriously wounded, simply setting and stabilizing fractures, quickly suturing wounds, and applying herbal dressings.
The whole process took less than three minutes, emphasizing speed.
Madam Zou observed Lu Ming, mentally considering how to declare her identity. If she could rely on him to successfully return to her husband, Zhang Ji, it wouldn't be a bad thing.
However, she couldn't help but worry that he might be tempted by her beauty!
In the past, Zhang Ji had kept Madam Zou confined at home, preventing her from showing her face in public, not out of love, but out of possessiveness.
Knowing that Madam Zou easily attracted the covetousness of men, and also to guard against Dong Zhuo, a lecherous man who had slept with many of his concubines, he naturally couldn't let Dong Zhuo know. Therefore, Madam Zou was rarely seen by anyone. A beauty capable of bringing ruin to the country couldn't be protected without equal strength; ultimately, she became a source of trouble, not a confidante!
After his personal guards surrounded him, Lu Ming no longer needed to kill indiscriminately.
Healing could also provide experience; for him, killing was merely to set an example.
If he had reliable generals under his command, he wouldn't need to do everything personally; this situation was truly unavoidable.
Stopping down beside the carriage, Lu Ming took out some wood and began to repair it.
The carriage wheel was broken; a new one could be made on the spot and installed. It wasn't a difficult task; he even managed to hold up the carriage with one hand and change the wheel with the other, despite having three women inside. This kind of strength was truly astonishing. No man could possibly do that; it was unbelievable!
The carriage was repaired in just twenty minutes. When he looked up again, the Yellow Turban rebels had vanished without a trace.
Han Xian's death, combined with his charge, had nearly wiped them out.
These rebels, who could only fight with the wind at their backs, had escaped, and would likely spread panic, which perfectly suited his next move.
He ordered his personal guards to drive the carriage, collected all the weapons and armor, stripped them naked, piled the bodies together, added firewood, and burned them.
Without even looking back, Lu Ming and his men left.
The flames flickered in the mountains, thick smoke billowing, visible even from several hilltops away.
Only a few crows circling in the sky cawed strangely, seemingly dissatisfied with the lack of food.
The journey there took an hour, but the return trip took an extra half hour.
Because of the carriage, some sections were difficult to traverse, forcing them to take detours.
The bumpy carriage ride nearly made Madam Zou vomit. She suppressed her nausea, and her two personal maids were also pale, clearly suffering from the same discomfort.
But being dependent on others, and unsure of their fate, they too were suppressing their urge to vomit.
They hurriedly went out and quietly returned.
They didn't even disturb anyone, simply bringing the carriage in.
Jiang Qin did see Madam Zou and the others get out of the carriage and enter the commander's tent, but this was none of his concern.
Lu Ming was the lord and the commander; it was perfectly normal for him to indulge in women.
The rule in the army was that women were forbidden. Most of the time, the soldiers were men driven by lust, needing an outlet for their pent-up desires after brutal battles.
They either gambled or sought out women.
Generally, after conquering a city, most armies would indulge in debauchery for several days, naturally involving the rape of women.
The unfortunate ones were the ordinary civilians, or small, powerful families.
The presence of women in the military camp easily led to mutiny.
This rule was strictly enforced, but sometimes rules were meant to be broken.
This rule had no binding force on the commander-in-chief.
To cite a recent example, Cao Cao's cousin, Cao Hong, was a man who knew how to enjoy life. Even on campaigns, he liked to bring singing girls with him, drinking and dancing, indulging in a great deal of pleasure.
Lu Ming's main tent was large and featured a layered, framed design, making it easy to fold.
The inner layer contained charcoal, while the outer layer was sewn with waterproof fabric. It was rainproof, sound-absorbing, and air-filtering, and its weight wasn't too heavy—a perfect and highly practical solution.
After arranging for Madam Zou to sit in an inner cubicle, Lu Ming pointed to the bathtub and said, "Wash yourselves clean, then lie down on the bed and wait for my favor."
"My lord," Madam Zou tried to explain her identity, but Lu Ming glared at her, and she swallowed her words.
She was just a weak woman, without power, without equal standing to negotiate with Lu Ming—she had no right whatsoever.
What could she do now?
Being humiliated was a foregone conclusion. Although she didn't want to admit it, this was the bloody reality; she was about to lose her chastity.
She was about to betray her husband, opening her legs to welcome a man who didn't belong to her husband!