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Rebel camp.

At this time, Yuan Jingxin had already led his army back to the camp, and his embarrassed figure attracted a lot of strange looks.

The soldiers in the camp either kept silent with their heads down or whispered to each other, their faces full of confusion and anxiety.

Yuan Jingxin, who was once full of vigor and vitality, now looks extremely tired, as if he had aged ten years overnight.

"Damn it!" Yuan Jingxin looked back at the few defeated soldiers following him. He had no place to vent his anger, so he kicked over the torch under his feet in annoyance. The fire went out instantly, and the surroundings fell into shadow.

His face was a mixture of anger and shame, and he knew that this failure would cause immeasurable damage to his reputation.

Especially at this critical moment of the battle between the two armies, his defeat would definitely deal a heavy blow to the morale of the soldiers. The soldiers who once trusted him might now doubt him and even waver in their faith in the rebel army.

"What should we do?" a soldier asked in a low voice, his face full of anxiety and confusion.

Yuan Jingxin's heart tightened, knowing that if he didn't stabilize the morale quickly, the next battle would be more difficult.

The atmosphere in the camp was solemn. Yuan Jingxin stared with red eyes and secretly made up his mind to save face in the next battle and prove his ability as a commander.

But before that, he still needs to inform Lin Zhongyun of the result.

He clenched his fists and walked heavily towards the main camp, with possible accusations and questions echoing in his mind, and his heart was filled with anxiety. Every step seemed to remind him of this tragic failure.

When Yuan Jingxin entered the main camp, he saw Lin Zhongyun's solemn expression. The flickering candlelight in the tent reflected Lin Zhongyun's cold face.

At this moment, he exuded a strong majesty, like a judge, waiting to pronounce Yuan Jingxin's failure.

"Your Highness." Yuan Jingxin took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and tried to make his voice sound firm. "I disappoint you. It turns out that the northern barbarians had already ambushed us in advance, and we were ambushed!"

Lin Zhongyun's eyes were as cold as ice. He was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "Defeat is common in the military, but only by not getting discouraged after defeat can we succeed. The northern barbarians used a trick, so we should give them a taste of their own medicine."

His voice was low and powerful, as if trying to comfort Yuan Jingxin, but Yuan Jingxin knew that Lin Zhongyun was also under tremendous pressure.

Lin Zhongyun's brows were gloomy. Although he said it lightly, he actually knew in his heart that returning in such a miserable state was a huge blow to them.

The morale of the rebels has been severely damaged, and how to regroup is the biggest challenge they face.

"Your Highness, I will reorganize the troops as soon as possible and look for opportunities to counterattack." Yuan Jingxin said firmly, and secretly swore in his heart that he would never let this failure become a stain on his life.

He knew that only through practical action could he restore the confidence of his soldiers.

"Very good, as long as you still have this idea, but we must act with caution." Lin Zhongyun nodded slightly, with a hint of approval in his eyes, "The Northern Barbarians' strategy should not be underestimated. We must be careful with every step from now on."

"Yes, Your Highness." Yuan Jingxin was shocked and realized that what Lin Zhongyun said was very true. They must collect intelligence as soon as possible and analyze the enemy's movements in order to take the initiative in the next confrontation.

The shadow of failure still looms over their hearts, but he knows that only by facing it head-on can the situation be changed.

"But General, we have discovered that it seems that it was Hu Yanhuan's troops who launched the attack this time, and Chagan Uli did not show up." Yuan Jingxin calmed down and said to Lin Zhongyun.

Although they suffered a crushing defeat in the previous battle, it was not completely without gain. At least they can now confirm that Chagan Uli has not joined forces with Huyanhuan to attack, which is extremely good news for them.

"Yeah!" Lin Zhongyun nodded slightly, his brows relaxed a little, obviously feeling a little relieved by the news.

This should be considered a blessing in disguise. If Chagan Uli and Huyanhuan had joined forces, the rebel army would have been attacked from both sides, which would have been an irreversible disaster.

However, Lin Zhongyun knew in his heart that this did not mean they could relax their vigilance. He secretly thought that Hu Yanhuan's attack was so fierce, there must be a deep meaning behind it.

If Chagan Uli and Huyanhuan had joined forces, they would not have been so eager to attack them and wear down their morale.

After all, with their limited military strength, they can't hold out for long.

"Of course, we can't let our guard down." Lin Zhongyun's voice became low, "This may be a trick by Hu Yanhuan, deliberately making us let down our guard."

He knew that the Northern Barbarians' tactics were varied and that night attacks and depleting morale had become their common methods. Any thought of underestimating the enemy could result in a heavy price.

Yuan Jingxin nodded, and secretly became alert in his heart. He realized that if they still didn't pay enough attention to the Northern Barbarians, they would be defeated again sooner or later.

He was afraid of the Northern Barbarians' tactics. The enemy was no longer a simple head-on confrontation as before, but had become more cunning and flexible.

He felt lost and looked up at the gradually brightening sky. The uneasiness in his heart gradually dissipated with the sky.

As long as it gets light, the Northern Barbarians will no longer have the conditions to launch a night attack, and at that time they will not be so passive in taking the beating as they are now.

"Pass the order down to strengthen reconnaissance, especially pay attention to the movements of the northern barbarians. At the same time, let the soldiers take the time to rest and recuperate, we must recover our strength in a short time." Lin Zhongyun took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and began to arrange the next plan.

At this time, the sky was already turning pale and a new challenge was about to begin.

Lin Zhongyun's words were firm and resolute. He knew very well that after a brief respite, he would face even more severe tests.

The soldiers' tired eyes revealed their desire for victory. They had experienced too much in this war. The lost companions and bloody battles reminded them that only survival and victory were their ultimate destination.

As the order was conveyed, the scouts quickly set out, alert to the movements around them.

There are busy figures coming and going in the camp, and everyone knows that only by being fully prepared can they meet the upcoming challenges.

Yuan Jingxin was patrolling the camp and felt a little relieved when he saw the soldiers busy sorting their equipment.

He knew that these soldiers chose to hold on after experiencing the blow of failure, which was the embodiment of the spirit of the rebels. He secretly vowed in his heart that he would never let them down.

The movements of the Northern Barbarians were becoming increasingly unpredictable, and he knew very well that the calm at the moment was only the calm before the storm.

Lin Zhongyun stood on a high place in the camp, his eyes sharp as torches. He had only one belief in his heart - no matter how cunning the northern barbarians were, they must win this victory.

In the morning light, Lin Zhongyun's shadow stretched out long, as if reflecting his firm will. ...

Unlike Yuan Jingxin who returned with a crushing defeat, Huyan Zhong returned with a great victory, his face filled with the joy of victory.

Behind him, the Northern Barbarian soldiers cheered, their morale high, as if they had just experienced a grand celebration.

"My men, have a good rest, and we will kill the rebels without leaving a single piece of armor next time." Huyan Zhong sat on his warhorse with a golden sword in his hand, looking down at the soldiers around him with full of heroic spirit.

The victory in the battle made him feel extremely excited, as if the whole world was cheering for him.

However, when he was on his way back to the big tent, he saw the soldiers passing by with serious expressions and in a hurry, as if they were preparing something.

Even the tents and kitchens in the distance had begun to be prepared, as if they were about to set out.

Huyan Zhong frowned, secretly puzzled; this tense atmosphere was completely different from the celebration scene he had expected.

He quickened his pace, came to Hu Yanhuan's tent, opened the curtain, and saw Hu Yanhuan deep in thought facing a map.

The lights in the tent illuminated his slightly tired but still determined face. Several generals were discussing in low voices around him, and the atmosphere was extremely serious.

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Seeing him come in, Hu Yanhuan raised his head with a firm look in his eyes: "You are back just in time, I was just about to send someone to look for you."

His voice was low and powerful, seeming to inject a powerful force into the next decision.

Huyan Zhong stepped into the tent with a relaxed brow, knowing in his heart that Huyan Huan must have something important to discuss with him.

The map in the account is intricately marked with various symbols intertwined, showing the complexity of the war situation.

Hu Yanhuan pointed at the gradually brightening sky, his expression solemn: "We don't have much time left. We must launch another round of attack before daybreak."

"Launch an attack!" Hu Yanzhong nodded without hesitation, but then asked the question in his mind, "General, there is nothing wrong with launching an attack, but I see that the people outside are ready to march. Why is that?"

Hu Yanhuan's eyes were sharp as a torch, and he replied, "You misunderstood. This time, I don't want a night raid like the previous times, but a real decisive battle. I want to destroy a few of his battalions first."

There was an unshakable determination in his tone, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory.

"But..." Hu Yanzhong hesitated at this point. It was no problem for him to launch an attack, risking his life, but such a desperate attack was too risky.

He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound more resolute: "General, please think about this again."

He raised his hands and immediately advised: "You have to know that after several attacks, especially the rebels who just suffered a loss at our hands, they must be holding a lot of resentment in their hearts and have not yet vented it.

In this situation, they will definitely defend themselves tightly, and it is not wise to attack at this time."

"I know that the rebels are holding a lot of resentment in their hearts." There was a glimmer of appreciation in Huyanhuan's eyes. He was very satisfied with Huyan Zhong's analysis and praised Huyan Zhong a few words.

But then, he changed the subject and his tone became overbearing for no reason: "But I want to take advantage of the moment when the rebels are feeling resentful and make them swallow all of their resentment."

"General, this is extremely risky." Hu Yanzhong's anxiety grew. He tried to use reason to persuade Hu Yanhuan, "If we attack rashly, it may lead to a bigger counterattack. Although the morale of the rebels is low, it does not mean that they will surrender easily."

"I understand your concerns." Hu Yanhuan's voice was calm and firm, "But I believe that it is precisely because of their resentment that we can launch an attack at this time.

Only by letting them experience the pain of failure once again in despair can their confidence be completely destroyed.”

Of course, he also knew that if he attacked at this time, he would most likely run into the guns of the rebels, who had no way to vent their anger.

However, he also clearly realized that this was a crucial opportunity for the Northern Barbarians. The morale of the rebels was low at this time, just like a taut string that could break at any time, and their anger was the best opportunity for the Northern Barbarians to attack.

The timing was like trying to catch a candle in the wind, dangerous yet full of temptation. With a flash of determination in his eyes, he ordered his men to prepare for the attack, even at the cost of a heavy price.

"We can't miss this opportunity." A gleam of determination flashed in Hu Yanhuan's eyes, and he ordered his subordinates to prepare for the attack, even at a heavy price.

He knew that this battle was not only about victory or defeat, but also a turning point in the future of the Northern Barbarians. If he could completely defeat several battalions of the rebels at this time, the morale of the rebels would inevitably collapse completely and they would fall into despair.

He clenched his fist and slammed it on the stone table beside him, his eyes were as sharp as a torch, as if he had seen the smoke of the battlefield. At that moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of urgency. This was not just a battle, but the life and death of the Northern Barbarians.

As long as they can suppress the anger of the rebels that has been accumulated all night, the rebels will completely lose control of the situation, which will be of great help to the attack they launch during the day.

Hu Yanzhong was silent. Although he felt uneasy, he also understood that Hu Yanhuan's decision was well thought out. Their victory needed to be further consolidated, and this attack might be an opportunity. In the end, he chose to obey: "Okay, General, I will do my best."

"Very good." Hu Yanhuan showed a satisfied smile on his face, "Pass the order down, all troops prepare to attack!"

As the order was conveyed, the atmosphere in the tent instantly became tense and noisy.

The generals came one after another and had a heated discussion around the map. Hu Yanzhong also joined in, secretly thinking about how to ensure victory in this attack.

In the Northern Barbarians' camp, the soldiers quickly formed up, their faces filled with determination and pride.

Everyone knows the importance of this battle. Victory means they will restore the reputation of the Northern Barbarians and that they can continue to survive on this land.

Soon, everyone was ready.

Hu Yanzhong came to Hu Yanhuan and whispered, "General, we have already prepared everything!"

At this moment, on the distant horizon, dust was flying and war horses were neighing.

Hu Yanhuan turned his head and saw that the man riding the horse was none other than Chagan Wuli.

He was immediately delighted, the Khan finally got it, and this made him feel more confident. (End of this chapter)