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Hu Yan was defeated!!!
Such news spread quickly to Chagan Uli's army like a storm, causing huge waves.

"Failed?"

Chagan Wuli was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe his ears. His eyes fell on the personal soldier who delivered the message, his eyes were full of disbelief and anger. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and only these two words echoed in his mind.

Looking around at the trusted tribes around him, Chagan Wuli's eyes became increasingly gloomy.

The next second, his expression suddenly changed, like an enraged beast, and he kicked the messenger far away, burning with anger, as if he wanted to tear the whole world apart.

"Hu Yanleng is the bravest warrior among our Northern Barbarians. What is your intention in lying about his death in battle?" His furious voice echoed in the hall like thunder, making people's eardrums numb.

He drew out the sword of the guard beside him, flashing with cold light, and pointed the blade directly at the messenger. At this moment, anyone could see the blue veins on Chagan Wuli's forehead, as if they would burst at any time.

Anyone who tries to stop him is seeking death.

"How dare you lie about military intelligence and disrupt military morale!" He was furious and gnashed his teeth as he shouted at the soldier who delivered the message.

That extremely cold look made the soldier who delivered the message feel like a thorn in his back.

His face was filled with fear. He clapped his hands in panic, knelt on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "General, everything I said is true. There is absolutely no falsehood! General Huyan really...really died in battle!"

“How dare you!” Chagan Wuli roared, raising the knife in his hand high, as if he was going to chop the messenger down with his knife in the next second. “This man must be a spy sent by that bandit Lin to disrupt the morale of our Northern Barbarian army!!!”

Chagan Uli's tone became increasingly stern, especially the last four words "disrupt the morale of the army", which emphasized his tone, as if it was no longer important whether Hu Yanleng died in the battle, what mattered was whether the morale of the army was affected.

Just as the hanging blade was about to fall, a trusted tribesman hurried forward and risked his life to stop Chagan Uli.

"Humph, this person must be a spy sent by Lin Zexu!!!"

Although Chagan Uli put down the long sword in his hand after being stopped, he still fiercely criticized the personal soldier who delivered the message, and his voice was full of endless anger and determination.

The soldier who delivered the message knelt on the ground, his face filled with fear and his lips trembling, but he did not dare to say another word.

At this moment, if the middle-aged Confucian scholar were here, he would definitely be able to see the helplessness and fear hidden beneath Chagan Wuli's seemingly furious eyes.

In fact, the messenger was a close confidant of his for more than ten years, so he naturally would not suspect that he was a spy sent by Lin Zexu. But Chagan Wuli knew that if he did not do this, once the news of Hu Yanleng's death spread, the entire Northern Barbarians would be in chaos, and there would be endless troubles.

Originally they were defending the northern border, and there had long been complaints among the various tribes of the northern barbarians, and people were in panic. Under such circumstances, the morale of the army was already unstable. If the news of Hu Yanleng's death in battle spread, then the northern barbarians would really have no chance of turning things around.

Hu Yanleng’s death in battle will be the last straw that breaks the morale of the Northern Barbarians, and the entire tribe will fall into endless panic and despair.

He stood in the center of the big tent, looking heavily at the surrounding trusted tribesmen. In his eyes there was disbelief and anger at Hu Yanleng's death in battle, but more of a worry about the uncertain future of the Northern Barbarians.

"We will definitely fail this time when we go south..." Chagan Uli repeated these words silently in his mind, the pain in his heart surging like a tide.

At this moment, although he felt bad about the result of the defeat, he had decided to accept it. But he knew that this was not just a defeat, but a turning point in the fate of the entire Northern Barbarians.

What he was worried about now was no longer whether the Northern Barbarians could escape unscathed, but Lin Zhongyun's ambition to march forward.

If Lin Zhongyun really took advantage of the situation, the entire Beiman tribe would fall into endless crisis and even face a catastrophic disaster.

This might not have happened to other people, but Lin Zhongyun never played by the rules, and as early as when he was in Hanzhou, he had thought about going deep into the grassland.

This shows that Lin Zhongyun's ambition is not just to defeat the Northern Barbarians, but to completely annex the entire tribe and incorporate the Northern Barbarians' land and resources into his own territory.

And this will be a devastating disaster for the Northern Barbarians!
"No, I must find a way to stop him." Chagan Wuli whispered to himself, with a strong fighting spirit in his heart. He knew that he could not sit and wait for death, and he had to take action to protect the future of the Northern Barbarians.

He lowered his head and looked at the flickering candlelight, his face uncertain. After a long while, he shouted at the messenger who had delivered the message, "You—come here!!!"

At this moment, the personal soldier who had followed Chagan Wuli for more than ten years was already frightened out of his wits. He crawled in front of Chagan Wuli with his hands together, prostrated himself on the ground, trembling and not daring to speak.

"I was worried about the safety of the food and grass in the rear, so I sent General Huyan to the rear to escort the food and grass. I wonder how you got the news that Huyan died in battle?"

Chagan Wuli looked down at the messenger with cold and ruthless eyes. "In order to keep this plan completely secret, very few people know about it. Perhaps you saw that General Huyan's headquarters had not sent any news for a long time, so you mistakenly thought that General Huyan Leng and his subordinates were all killed in the battle? Is that right or not?"

"what?"

The soldier who delivered the message was stunned for a moment, and looked at Chagan Wuli with a pale face. For a moment he did not understand the deep meaning of Chagan Wuli's actions.

He only knew that the news that came in clearly stated that General Huyan Leng had died in battle, and this was an absolute fact.

"Humph!"

Seeing that the man still didn't understand, Chagan Wuli became even more furious. He kicked the man hard and shouted coldly: "You just need to answer yes or no?"

"Yes Yes Yes Yes!"

At this time, the soldier who delivered the message finally reacted and kowtowed in haste to admit his mistake, admitting that it was just his momentary speculation and that General Huyan and his subordinates had not died in the battle at all.

At this point, Chagan Wuli's fury subsided a bit, and he said to the soldier who delivered the message, "Considering that you have followed me for so many years, even if you have no merit, you have worked hard, so I will forgive you today.

But the death penalty can be avoided, but the punishment for life cannot be escaped. Tell the whole army that General Huyan has been sent to the rear by the Khan, especially those who were frightened by your words just now. "

He paused here, grabbed the confidant by the collar, and shouted in a cold voice: "If I find out that you have failed to pass on the message to one person, I will execute you immediately!"

"Thank you, Khan, for not killing me!!!"

The confidant could only kowtow continuously at this moment. As for the truth of the matter, he no longer wanted to and dared not think about it.

After dealing with this incident, Chagan Wuli dismissed everyone and stayed alone in the big tent, lost in thought. After everyone left, he slowly walked up to the platform and slumped on the throne. The anger on his face had long disappeared, replaced by a look of fear and panic.

His heart was filled with endless pressure and powerlessness, as if the whole world was weighing on his shoulders, and that was indeed the case. Now the entire Northern Barbarians were weighing on him.

He didn't know when, but the clothes on his back were already soaked with sweat, his hands were placed weakly on the armchair, and a letter involuntarily floated to the ground from his long sleeves.

This was a letter that the middle-aged Confucian scholar had given him long before the messenger's personal soldiers reported it. It recorded in detail how Hu Yanleng died in battle, how he should deal with such a change, and even the future plans of the Northern Barbarians.

Therefore, the scene that was just performed in front of everyone was done for others to see. Only in this way can the impact of Hu Yanleng's death in battle be minimized to the greatest extent, the morale of the army can be stabilized, and greater chaos can be avoided.

If the middle-aged Confucian scholar had not thought of everything for him long ago, he really didn't know how to face it all.

"Military advisor, if it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do." Chagan Wuli murmured to himself, with tears in his eyes. He knew that he had to be strong and find a way out for the Northern Barbarians, no matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead was.

Although the morale of the army has been temporarily stabilized, where should the Northern Barbarians go next? This question once again lingered in Chagan Wuli's mind, and it was a question that he had to think about as the Khan.

He stood in the center of the big tent, looking at every point on the map with heavy eyes, his heart filled with endless anxiety and worry.

By now Lin Zhongyun would certainly have learned the news of Hu Yanleng's death in battle. It wouldn't be a big deal if they spread the news widely at that time. The most worrying thing was that they launched an attack at this moment, and then he really didn't know how to deal with it.

"Military Advisor, look..."

Chagan Wuli couldn't help but think of the wisdom and strategy of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, but as soon as he said this, he realized that the middle-aged Confucian scholar was still far away in Juxu City, making final preparations for what would happen next.

He looked around and found that except for the middle-aged Confucian scholar, there was no one else under his command who could be used. He felt helpless and bitter.

Originally, Huyan Leng was a force he could rely on, but now even he had died in battle. Chagan Wuli really didn't know how to face the current predicament. Every decision was like a mountain, weighing him down and making him breathless.

In fact, the middle-aged Confucian scholar had already stated the future and plans of the Northern Barbarians in the letter. Only by doing so could the Northern Barbarians be prevented from suffering the disaster of genocide to the greatest extent.

However, that plan was too risky, and would even require the Northern Barbarians to use up all their resources.

This made his heart full of hesitation and struggle. He knew that such a decision was not only related to the future of the Northern Barbarians, but also to the life and death of countless tribesmen.

"Does the future of the Northern Barbarians really only rely on that one blockade?" Chagan Wuli's heart was full of doubts and anxieties.

He knew that the middle-aged scholar's plan was risky, but it was indeed the only feasible option at present. However, he was still full of hesitation and fear.

As the Khan, he must be responsible for the future of the entire tribe, but every decision is like a gamble. If he is not careful, he will be doomed.

Now, the Northern Barbarians are at the crossroads of history, and their future depends entirely on his decision.

If he was asked to fight in battle, or even sacrifice himself for the Northern Barbarians, he would not hesitate at all, not even blinking an eye. But now he could not help but hesitate...

……

At the same time, in the rebel camp, in sharp contrast to Chagan Uli’s endless distress was the rebels’ endless cheers.

Outside the big tent, in the light of the fire, the faces of the rebel soldiers were filled with irrepressible excitement and excitement.

The news of Hu Yanleng's death in battle made everyone excited. This news was like a shot in the arm, instantly igniting everyone's fighting spirit.

"Your Highness, we should attack immediately and defeat them in one fell swoop while their morale is unstable!" A deputy general said excitedly, his eyes filled with endless fighting spirit.

"Yes, this is a godsend!" Another person echoed with an excited smile on his face, "We must seize this opportunity and defeat the Northern Barbarians in one fell swoop!"

"Your Highness, the merit of Fenglangjuxu is right before your eyes. You can't refuse it!"

"..."

Everyone was talking one after another, with fighting spirit in their eyes, eager to try, and they all asked Lin Zhongyun for permission to go into battle.

Their eyes were filled with endless fighting spirit and desire, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

At this time, Yuan Jingxin on the side also said: "Your Highness, we can now spread the news of Hu Yanleng's death, so that the Northern Barbarians will surely fall without a fight."

Lin Zhongyun stood in the big tent, looking at the cheering crowd. He was also infected by this joyous atmosphere and kept nodding with satisfaction.

But he remained clear and calm, knowing that this was only their initial victory over the Northern Barbarians, and it was not yet time to completely decide who would be the final winner of this war.

At this moment, he was not willing to do something like popping champagne at halftime.

According to the news from Li Zhongwu, this time the Northern Barbarians even dispatched a large army of light cavalry that had never appeared before. This shows that after all these years of recuperation, the Northern Barbarians still have some strength.

Now, they are just forcing out the things hidden by the Northern Barbarians step by step.

Moreover, the main reason why he was able to achieve such a great victory against the Northern Barbarians this time was that after he captured Hanzhou, he opened a large number of improved crossbow carts from the treasure chest.

If it weren't for such a powerful weapon, Li Zhongwu would not have been able to win so easily, and after this battle, Li Zhongwu's troops also suffered heavy losses.

It is obvious that at this point in the battle between the rebel army and the Northern Barbarians, the Northern Barbarian soldiers also know that it is a life-and-death battle, so they will not surrender or lose their will to fight when they see that the situation is not going well, as they did before.

From now on, there will be more casualties like the one in the battle with Hu Yanleng. If they want to completely swallow up the Northern Barbarians, they will have to pay a heavy price.

Moreover, his ambition is not limited to driving the Northern Barbarians out of the northern border, but to completely... (End of this chapter)