Great Tang: You Asked Me to Be a Poisonous Strategist, So I Tore the Turks Apart

“Cough, cough, cough... General Qin, I really don’t know martial arts. I’m just a sickly man who knows a little military strategy.”

By the banks of the Wei River, he watched a hundred thousand Turkic troops slaughter one another amid “specially prepared poison-gas sewage,” leaving corpses strewn across the ground.

Qin Qiong, a renowned general of his age, stared at Chu Xuan, who was coughing up blood in front of him. His scalp prickled, and he was utterly awestruck!

After their great victory, Chu Xuan returned to Chang’an. The illegitimate third son of a ducal household, long lost from home and dismissed as a good-for-nothing, had come back at last.

Faced with the malicious matriarch shutting the door in his face, an arrogant steward making things difficult for him, and spoiled young nobles picking fights...

Chu Xuan sighed helplessly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, casually tore the thousand-pound stone lion from beside the gate, and crushed the steward into a pulp with one hand!

Looking at the powerful nobles trembling all over the courtyard, Chu Xuan smiled with genteel elegance:

“I tried reasoning with you, but you wouldn’t listen. Did you really have to force a frail strategist like me to use force?”

“If you can’t beat me with your brains, then let’s see how you do with your strength.”

That day, all of Chang’an echoed with the terrifying legend of this “mad poison strategist”...