After listening to the advice, I rebelled and became an emperor of all ages

As Hu Yanleng was captured, the Feisha City where he was defending was naturally captured by the rebel army.

After all, this time Hu Yanleng had gone out in full force in an effort to defeat the rebel army in one fell swoop, and had not planned for failure at all. Those left in the city were just some remnants of the defeated army, and had no power to resist.

When Fei Xiongcheng changed his flag, the middle-aged Confucian scholar who was in control of the overall situation also learned the news at the first time. His heart was in turmoil and he could not believe that all this was true for a while.

In fact, he had agreed with the generals stationed in other cities that Haidongqing would exchange information every few hours so as to keep abreast of the movements of the local rebel forces.

However, when there was no news from Feisha City for several hours, he had already guessed the outcome of this battle on which he had placed all his hopes.

"How is it possible..." The middle-aged scholar's voice was low and trembling, with a look of disbelief in his eyes. In his heart, he still didn't want to believe, or he couldn't believe that Hu Yanleng had actually lost.

Under Huyan Leng's command was the last strength of the Northern Barbarians - the Eagle Division, and Huyan Leng was the bravest warrior of the Northern Barbarians. After he attracted the main force of the rebel army, this should not have been a defeat in any case.

All kinds of thoughts were churning in his mind, trying to find a reasonable explanation, but no matter how he thought, the panic and anxiety in his heart became more and more intense.

The northern barbarians have longed to rule the Central Plains since ancient times, but now all this may come to naught because of Hu Yanleng's failure.

"If Hu Yan Leng is defeated, then the hope of the Northern Barbarians will perish." He whispered to himself, with a trace of despair on his face.

Hu Yanleng’s defeat this time not only meant the death of the Northern Barbarians’ first warrior, but also meant that the Northern Barbarians were no match for the rebel army.

He felt melancholy in his heart, and couldn't help but look back at the time since they went south. They had easily taken over the northern border, gathered a million strong troops, and watched covetously as the rebel army and Daqian became enemies and killed each other, as if they saw the dawn of taking over the Central Plains.

At that time, everyone was ambitious and eager to make a move. They all believed that this was the best opportunity for the Northern Barbarians in hundreds of years and that it was the closest time for them to realize their long-cherished wish of ruling the Central Plains.

In order to seize this once-in-a-century opportunity, they actively deployed their troops and made full preparations. They even treated the rebels as strong enemies from the very beginning and never dared to underestimate them in the slightest.

For this reason, they changed the habits of the Northern Barbarians, abandoned the glory that they should have as Northern Barbarian warriors, began to plan and plot, and began to use what they considered to be the most humiliating way of fighting, even if it meant being branded as cowards.

And they abandoned all this not for anything else, but for this rare opportunity that comes once in a century, in order to fulfill their long-cherished wish of ruling the Central Plains.

It's not that they have lost the courage to fight on the battlefield, but because this long-cherished wish is too important to them, the Northern Barbarians, and they really want to escape from the endless blizzard.

However, they paid so much and changed themselves for the sake of victory, but in the end they ended up like this. He felt very unwilling.

"Why? Why does God treat me, the Northern Barbarian, like this?"

He slowly stood up, his fingers tightly clasped the edge of the table, veins bulging on his hands, his heart filled with dissatisfaction and unwillingness at the unfairness of fate, as if all this was a trick of fate.

He tried to calm himself down, but the anxiety in his heart surged like a tide, making him feel suffocated.

Even in this situation, he still couldn't think of any way to help the Northern Barbarians turn around their current defeat. Huyan Leng had failed, so what else could he do?
Now that the rebels are stationed outside and approaching the city, can they really retreat? Or can they retreat?
Thoughts kept flashing through his mind, but the sorrow in his heart made his mind a mess, and he couldn't even think calmly.

At this moment, Hu Yanhuan walked in with a look of grief and indignation on his face, his eyes flashing with anger and sadness, as if a fire was burning in his heart. Hu Yanzhong, who was following behind him, looked embarrassed, dishevelled, and covered with wounds, obviously having escaped with great difficulty.

When the two walked into the room, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn, as if even the air became heavy.

Hu Yanhuan came in front of the middle-aged scholar with a gloomy face. Although he didn't say a word, his clenched fists, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, and he was unaware of the blood oozing out, were enough to show how angry he was at the moment.

"military adviser!!!"

When he saw the middle-aged scholar, Hu Yanzhong could no longer hold back and knelt before him, saying in an extremely sad voice: "General... General... General, he died on the battlefield for the Northern Barbarians."

"The general led us to raid the rebel camp. Everything was going well at first, but we didn't expect that Li Zhongwu was actually directing everything there. He seemed to be retreating but was actually luring us into the game."

At this point, his voice was choked with sobs, "When we approached, they showed the crossbows they had already prepared, and many of our brothers were hit at that time.

In order to protect our retreat, General Huyan refused to retreat, and even went to kill the rebel general Li Zhongwu alone. If it weren't for the general, I would have died there."

His voice trembled, full of sorrow and regret.

"Finally..." The middle-aged scholar muttered to himself, his voice low and full of endless worry. This news was like a heavy hammer, instantly hitting his heart, making his face suddenly darken and his thoughts become even deeper.

Originally he still held a glimmer of hope in his heart. Despite the severe situation of the war, he always believed that the warriors of the Northern Barbarians could find a way to survive in this struggle.

However, with the news brought back by Hu Yanzhong, that faint fantasy was shattered and turned into endless loss and despair.

"If this is the case, then the Northern Barbarians will have no chance of turning things around." He thought to himself, frowning, unable to shake off the heavy premonition. Hu Yanleng's death was not only the fall of a warrior, but also the collapse of the morale of the entire Northern Barbarians.

His sacrifice will be like a huge rock thrown into the lake of Northern Barbarians, causing endless ripples.

Once this news spread, it would undoubtedly be a fatal blow to the morale of the Northern Barbarians. The soldiers had just experienced a hard-fought victory, but now they had to face such a huge loss. If their morale fell to the bottom, the consequences would be disastrous.

He looked up at the angry Hu Yanhuan, thought for a moment, and then sighed, "Your father was a true warrior. He gave his all for the Northern Barbarians."

His eyes wandered between Huyan Huan and Huyan Zhong. He could feel their pain and anger, and his heart was also filled with anger.

He was full of respect for Hu Yan Leng. From the beginning, he believed that Hu Yan Leng was a general who was extremely loyal to the Northern Barbarians and was willing to sacrifice his life for them. That was why he gave him this plan that was crucial to the Northern Barbarians' future plans for the next 100 years.

In fact, it was proved that he was not wrong about Huyan Leng. However, at this moment, he could not be happy in his heart. Huyan Leng’s heroic sacrifice was not only a personal tragedy, but also the sorrow of the entire Northern Barbarians.

It is the Northern Barbarians' luck to have a figure like Hu Yanleng.

However, even with people like Hu Yanleng, they were still no match for the rebel army. This filled him with regret and frustration, and he felt a deep sense of powerlessness that completely surrounded him, as if all his efforts and sacrifices ultimately seemed insignificant in the face of the rebel army's strength.

"Is it really God's will that we northern barbarians be destroyed?" A deep feeling of powerlessness welled up in the middle-aged Confucian scholar's heart, as if an invisible net completely surrounded him.

He looked up at the sky helplessly, his eyes filled with confusion, his thoughts as chaotic as fallen leaves in the wind, not knowing where to go.

"What should we do next? Should we just give up like this?"

"But if we don't give up, how can the Northern Barbarians resist the rebel army now?" He kept murmuring, questioning himself in his heart, but there was no answer.

Recalling all the efforts and sacrifices in the past, it seemed that none of them could change the current situation. He was filled with resentment and helplessness towards his fate, and felt an invisible pressure that made him breathless.

At this time, his eyes fell on Hu Yanhuan and the other person again.

How young and brave they are, they still have a bright future ahead of them.

At this moment, a strong sense of responsibility surged in his heart. The future of the Northern Barbarians depended on them, and as an elder, he could not retreat at this time.

"We can't just give up like this." The middle-aged scholar's voice became more resolute. "Now the hope of the Northern Barbarians taking over the Central Plains has been extinguished, but we must do our best to stop the rebels from pursuing us and protect the remaining forces."

He took a deep breath, trying to cheer himself up, and secretly vowed in his heart to fight for Hu Yanleng's sacrifice and never let his sacrifice go in vain.

Anger and grief were intertwined in Hu Yanhuan's heart. Although he was filled with resentment, he also understood that if he continued to sink into despair, he would only fall into endless regret, and would not be of any help to his father or the Northern Barbarians.

The greatest respect to his father can only be shown by inheriting his will and letting the name of the Huyan clan resound throughout the grassland and even the whole world.

"We will avenge our father!" He raised his head with a determined look, as if he had found the courage to move on at that moment.

Huyan Zhong also stood up, wiped the tears from his face, his eyes became extremely firm and fierce. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, that is, revenge, revenge for General Huyan.

"Revenge for General Huyan is the job of us old guys. As for you, you have a more important mission!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the two people who were gradually regaining their spirits, and his heart was determined.

At this moment, even these two young men could calm down, let alone him, an old man.

"A more important mission?"

Hu Yanhuan was stunned for a moment, but soon understood what the middle-aged scholar meant. He immediately said indignantly: "Military Advisor, my father died on the battlefield. I must avenge him. I will never retreat!"

There was a flame of hatred burning in his eyes, as if the whole world would be burned down in an instant.

"Me too."

Hu Yanzhong let out a low shout, his face was cold and his eyes were full of fierceness, "General, you must not sacrifice yourself in vain. I must make the rebels pay the price they deserve."

"The price, of course the rebels must pay the price."

The middle-aged scholar had a gloomy face and a tone as cold as a knife, with a strong cold murderous intent, "You must hurry back to the grassland, relocate the people of the tribe, and leave a root of survival for the Northern Barbarians!"

"But..." Hu Yanhuan roared and was about to continue to refute.

However, the middle-aged scholar looked directly at Hu Yanhuan and Hu Yanzhong, and said firmly: "Your father has already sacrificed his life for the Northern Barbarians, and your responsibility is to protect the future of the entire tribe!"

"Although you can die on the battlefield like a warrior, with great honor, but have you ever thought about the tribes behind us? Once the rebels are determined to go deep into the grassland, how can our fellow countrymen resist them?"

The middle-aged scholar's voice was as loud as a bell, deafening, and instantly broke the anger and sadness in Hu Yanhuan and Hu Yanzhong's hearts.

If they think about it carefully, it is true. If the rebels really march inland, they will definitely not be able to resist the tide with the remaining troops. In that case, what will be the future of the Northern Barbarians?

At that time, it was not just a matter of their personal honor and disgrace, or deep hatred, but a matter of life and death for the entire Northern Barbarian tribe.

If that were to come true, they would be the eternal sinners of the Northern Barbarians.

Seeing that the two men's emotions were gradually calming down, the middle-aged scholar continued, "I understand your hatred, but now is not the time to vent it. If you insist on doing so, then what do you regard General Huyan's sacrifice as?"

"Why did General Huyan face death with such courage? He did it for the safe future of our Northern Barbarians. You may fight in battle to kill the enemy and avenge him, but if the Northern Barbarians are really destroyed, how will you face General Huyan?"

These words were like a heavy hammer that hit their hearts and calmed them down instantly. The anger and impulse were instantly replaced by a heavy sense of responsibility, as if they realized in an instant how heavy the mission on their shoulders was.

"We can't let our father's sacrifice go to waste," Hu Yanhuan finally said slowly, with a hint of firm determination in his voice, "We must protect our entire clan in order to avenge him."

"Yes, we must fight for the future of the Northern Barbarians!" Hu Yanzhong's eyes flashed with new light, and his fighting spirit was rekindled in his heart. They understood that only by preserving the foundation of the tribe could they find the true meaning of Hu Yanleng's sacrifice.

"Then go, time is running out!" Seeing this, he said with satisfaction.

Now that the aftermath has been decided, it's time for this old man like him to do his part.

Thinking of this, the previous calmness in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and there was only endless coldness and cruelty.

This time, he must be involved in the game himself, and do something earth-shattering, to completely put an end to the idea of ​​the righteous army to continue pursuing, and to find a glimmer of hope for the Northern Barbarians!!!
(End of this chapter)