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

"Today, I, Lin Zhongyun, will not retreat even if I die on the battlefield. How can a man from the Central Plains be a coward?"

Lin Zhongyun's heart-stirring words echoed throughout the rebel camp, and were like a heavy hammer, hitting Yuan Jingxin and everyone else's heart.

At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on Lin Zhongyun, and a complex emotion surged in their hearts, with guilt, admiration, and helplessness intertwined.

Instantly, the crowd was excited, and everyone couldn't help but shout loudly. The originally wavering will was instantly firm, and the determination was like a pine or cypress in the cold wind, standing firm.

Yuan Jingxin clenched his teeth, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, but he finally stood firm in his belief.

Lin Zhongyun's determination and courage made him feel inferior, but the guilt that followed came like a tide, almost drowning him.

"Your Highness! If I hadn't looked down on the Northern Barbarians, if I hadn't failed to give him enough advice at the critical moment, he might not have been so impulsive." Yuan Jingxin thought to himself, guilt like a thorn that pierced deeply into his heart.

He knew that every word Lin Zhongyun said was inspiring courage to the soldiers, but he himself was hesitating on the sidelines, as if he had become a burden to the battle.

"I can't hesitate any longer!" Yuan Jingxin vowed to himself, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Although his heart was still filled with guilt and uneasiness, he understood that only by facing it bravely could he gain more chances of survival for Lin Zhongyun and the rebel army.

"Your Highness, I will fight alongside you!" Yuan Jingxin finally mustered up the courage, his voice firm and loud, as if he was swearing to himself.

At this moment, Lin Zhongyun's voice rang out again, inspiring the hearts of every soldier, as if igniting the flame of hope for them.

Yuan Jingxin felt the blood boiling in his chest, as if all the guilt and uneasiness were dispelled by this power.

"We are the righteous army! Fight for our beliefs!" Lin Zhongyun's shout was like a war drum, inspiring every soldier. Yuan Jingxin was also infected by this momentum and his fighting spirit was ignited in his heart.

He knew that only by unity could they resist the tide of the northern barbarians.

"For the Central Plains and for our homeland, we must never retreat!" Yuan Jingxin said silently in his heart, and finally turned his guilt into an invisible force and took a firm step forward.

"Very good, then let's see who will win between you and me today." Chagan Uli stood on his horse with his sword drawn, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which was stern and cold.

His voice was like a biting cold wind, conveying fearless provocation and desire for battle, as if announcing the impending bloody battle.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chagan Uli took the lead and rode his horse towards Lin Zhongyun. His spear flashed coldly in the sunlight, like a ferocious dragon rushing towards him.

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, dust was flying, and the surrounding northern barbarian soldiers also followed suit, following closely behind, forming a fierce offensive and charging towards the rebel positions.

Lin Zhongyun's heart tightened when he saw this, but he did not retreat. Instead, he straightened his back, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and a surge of blood burned in his heart.

He took a deep breath, held the sword in his hand, and prepared to face this life-and-death struggle. The surrounding rebel soldiers also gathered together to form a solid defense line, with high morale, ready to fight the enemy.

"Brothers, prepare to meet the enemy!" Lin Zhongyun roared loudly, his voice like a war drum, inspiring every soldier.

The rebel soldiers responded in unison, weapons in hand, with determination flashing in their eyes, as if at this moment, their hearts were closely connected together.

Chagan Wuli's spear drew an arc in the air, pointing directly at Lin Zhongyun, like a hungry beast ready to tear its prey apart.

His horse galloped across the battlefield, its hooves as fast as the wind, raising clouds of dust, and rushed towards the rebel positions like a raging tide.

The surrounding Northern Barbarian soldiers also shouted, their morale was high, and the atmosphere was like a volcano about to erupt, ready to go.

At this critical moment, Lin Zhongyun's heart moved and he reacted quickly. He swung his sword, the sword light flashed, and he rushed straight to Chagan Wuli.

The distance between the two people was instantly shortened, and the air was filled with tension, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

"Come on, Chagan Uli!" Lin Zhongyun's voice was like a war drum, inspiring the rebel soldiers around him. His sword was as powerful as a rainbow, pressing forward, and the flashing sword light seemed to be able to tear apart all obstacles.

Seeing this, Chagan Wuli raised his lips and sneered as he came forward. His spear was like lightning, piercing Lin Zhongyun's heart with such force that it seemed to tear the air apart.

The two clashed in the air, sparks flew, and deafening metal collision sounds were heard, as if everyone on the battlefield could feel the impact of that force.

Lin Zhongyun dodged sideways, turned his sword, and quickly counterattacked. The long sword cut through the air, making a whistling sound, and went straight to the side of Chagan Wuli.

When Chagan Wuli saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he responded calmly, quickly adjusted the angle of his spear, and blocked Lin Zhongyun's attack.

The confrontation between the two was as fierce as a storm. The surrounding soldiers watched this life-and-death contest intently, their hearts filled with tension and anticipation.

Every collision was as shocking as thunder, and as swords clashed, the air was filled with the smell of blood.

"You are indeed not an ordinary person!" Chagan Uli smiled coldly, with fanatical fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

His spear danced in the air like a giant dragon tumbling in the air, with such a fierce force that it was directly approaching Lin Zhongyun.

The surrounding Northern Barbarian soldiers were also infected by his momentum and shouted loudly, and cheers came like a tide.

"How can the men of the Central Plains be afraid!" Lin Zhongyun's voice was like a war drum, inspiring the rebel soldiers around him.

He knew that only with persistence and courage could he win the battle. His sword was as powerful as a rainbow, pressing straight at Chagan Uli, as if to tear the tide apart.

At this moment, Chagan Uli suddenly turned around, and the spear turned into a black shadow and pierced Lin Zhongyun's heart.

Lin Zhongyun's heart tightened and he quickly dodged to the side. His long sword cut through the air, making a whistling sound.

The distance between the two people was instantly shortened, and the air was filled with tension, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

"Quick! Kill them!" Chagan Uli roared loudly, and the surrounding northern barbarian soldiers responded one after another, rushing towards the rebel positions, swords and guns clashed, and the flames of battle were completely ignited at this moment.

The rebel soldiers were not to be outdone, and they all straightened their chests to meet the enemy's attack.

Swords flashed and blood splattered, and shouts and screams rang out on the battlefield, echoing throughout the entire battlefield.

As time went by, the war between the rebels and the northern barbarians became more and more brutal. The atmosphere on the battlefield was like a ignited gunpowder barrel that could explode at any time.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, along with the metallic clash of swords. The sound of battle horns echoed in the ears, as if announcing the ruthlessness and cruelty of this life-and-death battle.

In a short period of time, like a raging fire meeting a boiling oil, the fighting between the two sides intensified. The northern barbarian soldiers came like a tide, their horses neighed, their hooves thundered, and they raised clouds of dust.

The rebel soldiers grasped their weapons tightly, with fearless fighting spirit burning in their hearts, vowing to defend their homes and beliefs.

"Stop them! We must not let the Northern Barbarians' cavalry break through!" Lin Zhongyun's voice was like a war drum, inspiring the soldiers to move forward bravely.

His sword flashed and pressed forward towards the enemy in front of him, as if to tear the tide apart.

However, the elite soldiers under Chagan Uli were also the best among the northern barbarians, and they responded to the resistance of the rebels in the same way.

The moment the swords and guns collided, blood splattered everywhere, and the tragic scene was horrifying.

Chagan Wuli's spear danced in the air with such force that it pressed directly against Lin Zhongyun, as if he wanted to completely defeat the leader of the Central Plains.

"Kill! Fight for our glory!" Chagan Uli's roar was like thunder, inspiring the Northern Barbarian soldiers to move forward bravely.

There was a crazy light flashing in their eyes, as if at this moment, only fighting and victory could satisfy the desire in their hearts.

"Hold on a little longer! We must not let them break through!" Yuan Jingxin shouted from the side. His voice was particularly loud on the battlefield, trying to boost morale.

However, faced with the tide of northern barbarian soldiers, fatigue and fear gradually appeared on the faces of the rebel soldiers.

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At this moment, a northern barbarian soldier rushed towards Lin Zhongyun like a wild beast, waving a long sword in his hand and moving straight towards him.

Lin Zhongyun's heart tightened and he reacted quickly, dodging sideways. His long sword cut through the air, making a whistling sound, and pierced the enemy directly.

As the sword flashed, blood splattered, and the Northern Barbarian soldiers fell to the ground, dyeing the ground red with their blood.

"Kill!" Seeing this, the surrounding rebel soldiers shouted one after another. Their morale was ignited at this moment, as if under the leadership of Lin Zhongyun, their courage was reborn.

However, as the battle progressed, the tragic casualties filled their hearts with helplessness and pain.

Yuan Jingxin, who was standing by, saw that Lin Zhongyun was in danger, and rushed to Lin Zhongyun with all his strength, "Your Highness, this will not be a solution sooner or later!" His face was pale, he was breathing heavily, and there was deep worry in his eyes.

"This group of Northern Barbarians are a bunch of ruthless assassins. They will take one of us with them even if they die." Yuan Jingxin's voice sounded particularly urgent amid the hustle and bustle of the battlefield.

His heart was filled with anxiety and the brutality of the battle made him feel suffocated.

The Northern Barbarian soldiers came in like a tide, with expressionless faces and madness and despair flashing in their eyes.

Their attacks were like a violent storm, merciless, as if they were not afraid of death at all.

A series of tragic scenes appeared before him. The rebel soldiers fought with all their might, blood splattered everywhere, and screams came one after another, as if telling the ruthlessness and cruelty of this battle.

"Your Highness, we must find a breakthrough. We can't keep fighting like this!" Yuan Jingxin said anxiously, with a hint of pleading in his tone.

He knew that if they continued like this, it would inevitably cause greater casualties and might even put Lin Zhongyun in a desperate situation.

Lin Zhongyun was also anxious. He held his sword tightly and looked at everything in front of him with sharp eyes.

His anger burned in his chest, as if he wanted to turn this unwillingness and helplessness into strength.

He realized that the Northern Barbarians' strategy was to beat them to death with one blow and let them suffocate in despair.

However, the more this happened, the more it proved that the Northern Barbarians could not sustain such an offensive for long.

At this time, the sky was gradually brightening, and the faint light of morning light shone through the thick smoke and sprinkled on the battlefield, making people feel a little dazzling.

Lin Zhongyun took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He looked around and suddenly realized that there were not so many Northern Barbarian Army in front of them.

The reason why it sounded so loud was because when the Northern Barbarians were charging, everyone was shouting loudly, thus creating this illusion.

Moreover, at this time, the offensive of the Northern Barbarian Army began to show signs of fatigue. Their ranks were no longer airtight, and even some places had already had flaws. A gleam of light flashed in Lin Zhongyun's eyes. He knew that the opportunity had come, and it was time for him to counterattack.

"now it's right!"

This scene made him excited, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He was thinking that Chagan Wuli would never send a large army to attack like this. This must be a part of their elite troops, used as bait, trying to lure him into the game.

After all, no matter how arrogant Chagan Uli is, he would not expect to defeat them with just one blow, so Chagan Uli must have preserved his strength.

At the beginning, it was not obvious that the Northern Barbarians had more people than them, but gradually the Northern Barbarians suffered heavy casualties, which exposed this problem.

Although the Northern Barbarians still outnumber them now, it is no longer an insurmountable gap.

Lin Zhongyun brandished his sword and shouted loudly: "Now, follow me and charge!"

He led the remaining soldiers and launched a fierce counterattack against the weakest link of the Northern Barbarian Army.

On the battlefield, smoke and blood were intertwined, and the roars of the soldiers resounded through the sky. That was their indomitable fighting spirit and their desire for victory.

At this moment, a shocking explosion suddenly came from behind them, followed by a tongue of fire licking the battlefield, blasting out an unparalleled heat wave, sweeping everything.

Lin Zhongyun was startled and turned around to see that their rear had been engulfed in a sea of ​​fire. This was obviously a cunning fire attack strategy by the Northern Barbarian Army.

Their real target this time was nothing else but their baggage. You know, they still had their food and fodder in the rear. This fire undoubtedly burned down their supply line and completely shattered their hope of continuing to drag it out.

"it is good!"

Seeing this, Chagan Wuli sneered even more wantonly, "Lin Zhongyun, let's see what you can do to turn the tables now."

In addition to suppressing the morale of the rebels, the real goal of this attack was to burn their baggage and supplies.

The reason why he, the Khan, led the troops in person was to attract the attention of the rebels and create opportunities for Hu Yanhuan and others.

"Lin Zhongyun, you finally fell into my trap of killing two birds with one stone!" Chagan Wuli's increasingly smug smile echoed throughout the battlefield. (End of this chapter)