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

"Looking for food?" A gleam of light flashed in Hu Yanhuan's eyes. His intuition told him that there must be something fishy going on.

"Yes, General."

One of the soldiers said with absolute certainty: "The two of us have been lurking around the rebels for a long time and found that they have collected the unburned food and grass."

Hu Yanhuan nodded and thought to himself.

The rebels even collected burnt food and grass, which meant that they were also worried about food and grass. As long as their supply lines could be cut off, the rebels would inevitably be in trouble.

In other words, the rebels now have no supply lines at all. As long as they can delay the rebels on this vast grassland, the rebels will collapse without supplies.

He stood in the middle of the big tent, his eyes were like torches, scanning everyone, and he already had a plan in mind. Now that he understood Lin Zhongyun's intentions, the next thing became much simpler, he just needed to prescribe the right medicine.

"Everyone, the situation is now clear." He turned and said to everyone, his voice low and powerful, "The leader of the rebel army is Lin Zhongyun, with about 40,000 to 50,000 troops.

They are moving along the river, apparently in search of food and supplies. We cannot wait and see, we must act now.”

When everyone heard Hu Yanhuan's analysis, they nodded and the panic in their hearts subsided a little.

Although the situation remained grim, they knew that as long as they united, they would have hope of resisting the rebels' attack.

"We must send out elite troops to set up an ambush along the river and cut off their supply lines." Hu Yanhuan continued, his tone full of firmness and determination, "At the same time, we must strengthen the defenses of each tribe to prevent surprise attacks by the rebels."

"Only a few large grasslands are rich in resources. As long as we set up ambushes in these places, we will definitely make Lin Zhongyun go there without return."

His tone became extremely firm, mixed with strong hatred.

At this moment, he was not only thinking about the future of Beiman, but also about the indelible hatred in his heart.

Lin Zhongyun was not only the enemy of his tribe, but also the murderer of his father. Whenever he thought of his father's tragic death, a raging rage would burn in his heart, and he would avenge his father with his own hands no matter what.

"Father, please rest assured. I will definitely take down Lin Zhongyun's head to sacrifice to you!" His eyes were fierce and he roared in his heart.

However, he did not forget the advice given to him by the military advisor before he left, leaving behind a little spark of hope for the Northern Barbarians.

He looked around at the leaders of the tribes around him, suppressed his anger, calmed himself down, and continued, "However, for the sake of the tribes and the future of the Northern Barbarians, we still need to make preparations for both situations."

"The original plan of migration and retreat remains unchanged. In addition, a number of people will be assigned to delay the rebels as much as possible."

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall suddenly fell silent.

All the tribal leaders lowered their heads at the same time, with complicated looks in their eyes, and remained silent.

Their loyalty to the Northern Barbarians was beyond doubt. They all understood that someone had to step forward and sacrifice at this time, but none of them wanted to be the one willing to sacrifice.

Even if someone has to sacrifice, everyone will sacrifice together, and all tribes will advance and retreat together, but they are unwilling to let any tribe take advantage and step on their heads.

For a moment, everyone was silent, acting as if they had not heard what was said.

Hu Yanhuan saw everyone's expressions. Looking at this group of people who still regarded their own interests as so important, he felt indignant and felt that his father's sacrifice was not worth it.

They were fighting bloody battles outside, but the people in front of him were only thinking about protecting their own interests. At this time, he began to understand why the Northern Barbarians were defeated so thoroughly this time.

"Since the rebels are short of food and grass, we don't need to take the initiative to attack. We can just keep migrating and wear them down completely. This way there is no risk." A tribal leader cautiously expressed a different opinion.

"Yes, we don't have to take the initiative to attack." Another tribal leader immediately said: "Our ancestors have lived here for generations, and we must not leave this land."

"We have worked so hard to develop here for so long, we can't give up just like that."

"..."

After the first person spoke up, the rest followed suit and expressed their opinions.

Such opinions made Hu Yanhuan furious, and he almost vomited blood. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, scanning the leader, his heart burning with anger.

The leader was none other than one of the eight chieftains of the Northern Barbarians. His tribe was extremely large and powerful.

He also understood that one of the important reasons why these people were unwilling to migrate was because migration would make all the foundation they had accumulated here go to zero. They would no longer have the same lofty status and advantages as before, and their interests would be damaged.

Hu Yanhuan took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anger in his heart. He knew that at this time, anger would only make the situation more chaotic.

He looked around at the tribal leaders, feeling helpless and indignant.

These people are obviously loyal to the Northern Barbarians, but at critical moments they only think about their own interests.

You could say they were short-sighted, but the fear on these people's faces was not fake, it showed that they were aware of the danger.

But although they are wise, none of them are willing to give up their former glory and status, even if the enemy is at the gates.

"Shh!"

At this moment, a sharp light suddenly flashed, and the broken arm flew across, and warm blood sprayed into the tent.

The next moment, the leader who had been in the lead began to howl like ghosts and wolves.

Hu Yanhuan's heart trembled. He turned around quickly and saw Hu Yanzhong standing beside the leader, with the long sword in his hand still dripping with blood.

The leader's wailing soon stopped, because his head was cut off by a cold light and fell into Huyan Zhong's hands.

The air in the tent seemed to freeze in an instant, and everyone was shocked by the sudden violence.

Hu Yanzhong held the bloody head in one hand, walked in front of the crowd with murderous intent, and shouted: "Anyone who dares to retreat or disobey orders will be killed!"

The cold eyes, coupled with Hu Yanzhong's ferocious face, frightened everyone present for a moment.

Everyone's face was filled with fear and shock. They had never seen such fierce and cruel means before, but they did not expect Hu Yanzhong to be so bold as to kill a tribal leader in front of all of them.

"Huyan Huan, how dare you!" Someone came to his senses and shouted at Huyan Zhongduan.

Some people also shouted: "Are you planning to rebel, Hu Yanzhong?"

Huyan Huan was also shocked. He knew that Huyan Zhong was always decisive, but he didn't expect that he would act so decisively in such a situation.

Although he felt somewhat uneasy, he also understood that in this situation, only tough measures could intimidate these tribal leaders. "We don't have time to argue anymore!" Hu Yanhuan said loudly, with unquestionable majesty in his voice, "The rebel army is already at the gates of the city. If we don't unite, we will die!"

When everyone heard this, they all lowered their heads, with fear in their hearts. They knew that what Hu Yanhuan said was true, but the situation before them still made them feel extremely depressed and panicked.

"The fact that the rebel army is short of food and grass is only temporary. Do you really think that Lin Zhongyun will not receive reinforcements if he goes deep into the enemy's territory alone? That's ridiculous."

His cold laughter echoed in the hall, and his eyes swept across everyone present, causing them to lower their heads and not dare to utter a word.

Hu Yanzhong's actions have completely frightened them. They know that now the only way to survive is to obey Hu Yanhuan's command.

"We must split into two groups. One group will be responsible for migration and retreat to preserve our strength, while the other group will be responsible for delaying the rebels and cutting off their supply lines."

Hu Yanhuan continued, his tone full of firmness and determination, "Only in this way can we preserve the future of the Northern Barbarians."

The atmosphere in the big tent gradually returned to calm and order, and everyone was preparing for the next battle.

Although they still felt a little fear in their hearts, they knew that only by uniting together could they face the upcoming fierce confrontation.

Hu Yanhuan looked around and saw that everyone's expressions were gradually calming down. He felt a little relieved.

He knew that this battle would be extremely difficult, but he was fearless. Only in this way could he ensure the safety of the Northern Barbarians.

……

At the same time, outside Yandang City.

Looking at the hastily fleeing rebels on the opposite side, Chagan Uli's brows remained gloomy, and the worry in his heart was not much relieved by the victory.

At this time, he still didn't know what had happened in the Northern Barbarian King's Court. He just knew that as the rebel army marched into the grassland, they didn't have much time left.

He took a deep breath, and finally looked at the Northern Territory and the Central Plains reluctantly, then waved his hand and ordered, "Order everyone to get ready and rush back to the royal court immediately. Do not pursue those enemy troops!"

"No pursuit?"

Such an order made the deputy general, who was in high spirits, suddenly stunned. He asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Why didn't the Khan pursue them? You know, this rebel army has besieged us for a long time?"

Now they have finally solved their current predicament, and the rebels have been defeated by them, so how can they not pursue them?
"Don't chase the poor bandits!"

Chagan Wuli shook his head slightly, "If we chase them now, the rebels will be furious and will definitely fight us to the death!"

The rabbit is in a hurry and even bites!

What's more, people?
Chagan Wuli nodded, his tone heavy, "The rebel army's advance into the grassland has posed a huge threat to the royal court. If we don't come back to help as soon as possible, the Northern Barbarian Royal Court may not be able to hold on."

When the deputy general heard this, he was also shocked. He knew that the Northern Barbarian King's Court was their foundation. If the King's Court was lost, it would be in vain even if they won many victories on the battlefield.

Chagan Wuli looked at the sky in the distance and prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the royal court could hold out until they could get back. His eyes were full of determination and resolve, as if he was fighting against fate.

Of course, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, which was to eliminate Lin Zhongyun in one fell swoop while he was running low on food and grass.

Without Lin Zhongyun, the rebel army would be a disorganized mob and would not be a match for the northern barbarians.

Thinking of this, Chagan Wuli's eyes suddenly became deep. By that time, his Northern Barbarians might still have hope of ruling the Central Plains, and he could also regroup and avenge his previous humiliation.

"Pass the order down, everyone get ready and rush back to the royal court!" Chagan Uli gave the order again, with unquestionable determination in his tone.

All the soldiers took action and began to quickly prepare for battle. Although they were still somewhat dissatisfied, they knew that only by returning to the royal court could they save the future of the Northern Barbarians.

Chagan Wuli rode on his warhorse and looked into the distance with a determined gaze. He knew that this road was full of thorns and challenges, but he never backed down.

His heart is burning with ambition and hope. He wants to lead the Northern Barbarians to rise again, rule the Central Plains, and become the true overlord.

"Lin Zhongyun, your doomsday is about to come." Chagan Uli said silently in his heart, with a sneer on his lips.

He knew that although Lin Zhongyun was a strong enemy, as long as he seized the opportunity, he could defeat him in one fell swoop.

This time, Lin Zhongyun's solo advance is his best chance.

At this moment, his eyes became firm and cold, and his heart was filled with great ambitions.

He wanted to let everyone know that the power of the Northern Barbarians was invincible, and that he, Chagan Uli, would become the true overlord of this land.

"Let's go!" Chagan Uli gave a loud order, and his warhorse raised its hooves, leading his soldiers to gallop towards the Northern Barbarian King's court.

……

At this time, in Luoye City, Li Zhongwu had already cleaned up the battlefield.

The wind whistled in his ears. Li Zhongwu walked up to the city wall of Luoye City and looked at the Gobi Desert covered with yellow sand. He felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

He lowered his head to look at the yellow sand under the city wall. Originally, the endless yellow sand was filled with corpses and blood flowing like a river, so that the yellow sand solidified into red and purple blood scabs.

The brutality of the battle was still vivid in his mind. The shouts of the soldiers, the neighing of the horses, and the metallic sounds of the weapons colliding seemed to still echo in his ears. Li Zhongwu closed his eyes, and he seemed to still hear the shouts and wails of the dead soldiers.

It took them almost a whole day just to clean up the corpses under the city wall.

Now the horse-drawn carriages transporting bodies to Yangzhou and Zhongyuan are almost used up, but even so it will still take several trips back and forth to transport all the bodies back.

This shows how much it cost them to capture the city of Luoye this time.

Every inch of land is soaked in blood, and every stone bears witness to the sacrifice of countless heroes.

Li Zhongwu's heart was filled with heaviness and sorrow. He knew that this victory was achieved at the cost of countless lives.

There were even more corpses that had long been trampled beyond recognition by people and horses, and they could only build graves one after another in the desert outside the city.

There were wooden sticks stuck on the simple graves, with tattered cloth strips tied to them, fluttering in the wind, which seemed to be a way for these people to rest in peace.

Li Zhongwu took a deep breath and looked firmly at the yellow sand desert in the distance. He knew that the war was not over yet and His Highness was still waiting for them. (End of this chapter)