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

Highland Ranch, Rebel Camp.

Time passed by minute by minute, and now it was already noon. The sun shone through the thin clouds onto the earth, illuminating the once peaceful grassland.

By noon, a gentle breeze was blowing, bringing a hint of coolness, but beneath this calm appearance, there was a coming storm hidden.

Lin Zhongyun inspected the camp, feeling mixed emotions. He looked at the bright sun in the sky, frowned, and looked in the direction of Li Zhongwu with great worry.

Li Zhongwu is their general and shoulders a heavy responsibility, and his safety at this moment is crucial to the entire rebel army.

Although the Northern Barbarians had not made any moves since the pre-dawn attack, this gave them a chance to catch their breath.

However, Lin Zhongyun knew in his heart that compared to the violent attack, the repression before the storm was the most torturous and could most destroy people's minds.

Everyone is looking forward to the next attack, but this expectation is like a sword hanging over one's head, making people terrified.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but the uneasiness in his heart could not be erased.

The reason why Chagan Wuli let him go was not because he was kind-hearted, but because he would be more confident in the next attack.

The enemy is quietly accumulating strength, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike them a fatal blow.

Lin Zhongyun looked around again, sweeping his eyes over the people in the camp. The ground was in a mess, and there was grief everywhere. The laughter and joy of the past had long been shrouded in a heavy shadow.

Even after resting for a while, the fatigue on the soldiers' faces had disappeared, but he could still see the deep worry in their eyes.

Everyone was silently calculating in their hearts when the next attack would come and whether they could survive.

"Your Highness!" A young soldier stepped forward, his face full of nervousness and anxiety, "What should we do? Will the Northern Barbarian cavalry come again?"

Lin Zhongyun was silent for a moment, thinking secretly in his heart. He knew that the soldiers' fear came from the unknown future, and as a general, he had to give them confidence.

"We must be prepared to deal with any possible situation at any time." He said in a firm tone, trying to make himself look calm, "As long as we unite as one, we will definitely be able to defeat the enemy!"

"But..." The young soldier hesitated to speak, with uneasiness in his eyes.

"No buts!" Lin Zhongyun interrupted him, his eyes like torches, "We can't be consumed by fear. Remember, we are fighting for freedom, for our homeland, and for the brothers who have already sacrificed their lives for us!"

"Yes, Your Highness!" Hearing Lin Zhongyun's words, the man felt relieved, but he still couldn't hide the fear in his heart.

Looking at the man's back, Lin Zhongyun sighed inwardly. He understood that this was not an isolated case, but that the entire army was filled with panic.

The soldiers had solemn expressions, talked in low voices, and occasionally looked into the distance, as if they were expecting something, yet full of uneasiness.

He had to admit that Chagan Wuli still had something in his mind after all, and this move was a very good one.

The retreat of the Northern Barbarians seemed to give them a chance to breathe, but in fact it planted fear deep into everyone's heart.

Such psychological tactics made the rebel soldiers feel the impending danger more and more during the fleeting calm.

Not only did it give his subordinates the opportunity to recuperate, but it also left them with an indelible fear.

Lin Zhongyun sighed inwardly. Although he tried hard to maintain the morale of the troops, this fear was like a haze that always shrouded everyone's heart.

At this moment, if he had not accumulated enough prestige before, there would definitely be a mutiny under such strong pressure.

At that time, even he could not save the situation, and even he could not rally the army's morale under such circumstances.

He took a deep look in the direction where the Northern Barbarians were retreating, his expression uncertain, and for the first time, he felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

After calming everyone down, he turned around and walked into the tent. His only hope now was that Li Zhongwu could provide support before the Northern Barbarians launched an attack.

Only in that way can he stabilize the morale of the troops, see hope, and talk about future matters.

After there was no one around, he sat on the high seat and held his forehead which was getting more and more painful. This time he understood the feeling of helplessness of those generals when facing the war.

At this moment, Yuan Jingxin opened the big tent and walked in. He had a look of anxiety on his face and interrupted Lin Zhongyun's thoughts. "Your Highness, I went to investigate and there is no news from Li Zhongwu."

"There are no signs of General Li's troops nearby, and many of the spies we sent out never returned."

His tone was heavy, his brows furrowed, “We can’t wait any longer, we have to make a decision.”

Lin Zhongyun's heart sank, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger. He nodded slightly, thinking about his next move.

Li Zhongwu's delay in returning made him feel more stressed. If the Northern Barbarians took the opportunity to launch an attack, they would face unprecedented difficulties.

Food supplies have run out and the morale of the soldiers is gradually declining. If no immediate measures are taken, the entire army will be unable to continue.

"We must stabilize the morale of the army." Lin Zhongyun finally spoke, his voice low but firm, "No matter what, Li Zhongwu must arrive before the Northern Barbarians launch an attack. Only he can bring us hope and restore the confidence of the soldiers."

Yuan Jingxin nodded, and he understood the urgency of the situation. "I will send someone to continue investigating and bring back news about Li Zhongwu as soon as possible."

"It's still late, I'm afraid..." After Yuan Jingxin left, he muttered to himself, staring at the sunlight outside the tent, his heart full of helplessness and anxiety.

He knew that time was passing quietly and that the enemy was secretly gathering strength and could launch a fatal attack at any time.

Logically speaking, Li Zhongwu would definitely discover the situation here at the first time, and he would definitely bring troops to support immediately.

But now several hours have passed and Li Zhongwu has not arrived yet. There is only one possibility, that is, Li Zhongwu has been entangled and is unable to take care of himself.

"If that's the case, he can only rely on himself!" He sighed helplessly. The storm was coming and the pressure on him was increasing.

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At the same time, in sharp contrast to the depressing atmosphere of the rebel camp was the Northern Barbarian Camp.

After this battle, everyone was able to get revenge and felt very happy. They, the Northern Barbarians, finally got the upper hand over the righteous army, and now the leader of the righteous army, Lin Zhongyun, was surrounded by them.

As long as they kill Lin Zhongyun, the war in Jiujiang will be completely over, and they will be able to live a peaceful and happy life again.

The fire was blazing, and the soldiers sat around the campfire, laughing and talking one after another, the atmosphere was warm and enthusiastic.

Everyone's face was filled with a victorious smile, and it seemed that even the stars in the night sky were shining for their victory.

"Haha! Finally, the rebels have tasted our power!" A sturdy soldier patted his chest, his voice as loud as thunder. He held a glass of wine in his hand and shouted to his comrades around him, "Cheers to the victory of our Northern Barbarians!"

"Cheers!" The soldiers raised their glasses and responded in unison. The wine flew in the air and splashed on their faces without them noticing.

"I heard that Lin Zhongyun is now surrounded. If we kill him, this war will be completely over!"

Another soldier said excitedly, with a fanatical light in his eyes, "Just think about it, when that time comes, we can return to our hometown and live a peaceful life. It's really exciting!"

"That's right! As long as we get rid of Lin Zhongyun, the rebel army will be torn apart. Who will dare to challenge us Northern Barbarians again?"

A young soldier said excitedly, his face full of longing, "I have already made up my mind. When I return, I will marry a beautiful girl and live the life I want!"

"Don't just think about the good things, let's deal with Lin Zhongyun first!" The veterans laughed and teased, with a hint of disdain in their tone, "This General Lin is not so easy to deal with, we have to be careful."

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"What are you afraid of? We are well prepared this time!" A tall warrior patted the handle of his sword, his eyes flashing with confidence, "As long as we work together, we will definitely be able to kill him!"

At this time, the Northern Barbarian soldiers were imagining the wonderful life after killing Lin Zhongyun, as if they had already seen that picture.

The camp was filled with laughter. The soldiers joked with each other and talked about the future, as if all the suffering and fatigue disappeared at this moment.

However, although their hearts were filled with the joy of victory, deep down they also felt a hint of fatigue.

This battle lasted for too long, and even those who were so passionate about war couldn't help but feel a little tired.

The long battle had exhausted them both physically and mentally. The battle horns echoed in their ears, as if reminding them of the upcoming new round of challenges.

They had spent a spring and winter since they left their homeland and went to Yangzhou until they were driven back to the grassland by the rebel army.

If the fighting continues, I'm afraid the war will extend until summer and will be endless.

But they also knew in their hearts that the war had come to an end no matter what.

After today, either they will stand on this grassland, or that hateful rebel army will become the new masters of the grassland.

"Do you think we can kill Lin Zhongyun so easily?" A young soldier suddenly asked with a look of uneasiness on his face. "I heard that he has extraordinary strategies and strong command abilities. If he fights back, we will be in trouble."

"Humph! No matter how powerful he is, he is just a dying man!" The tall warrior looked down on him, the knife in his hand flashing with cold light, "We have the upper hand this time. No matter how strong Lin Zhongyun is, he can't withstand the wrath of us northern barbarians!"

"Yes! As long as we are united, Lin Zhongyun is not worth mentioning at all!" Other soldiers echoed, and morale reached its peak at this moment.

Hu Yanhuan looked at the people in front of him, and a surge of enthusiasm surged in his heart. He finally saw the ambition of the Lord of the Grassland here - the kind of confidence and pride fluttering in the wind.

In front of him, many Northern Barbarian generals were excitedly discussing the upcoming battle.

Now, he has joined forces with Chagan Wuli's army, and their strength far exceeds that of Lin Zhongyun. Whether in morale or numbers, they have an absolute advantage.

"This time, I am absolutely sure that I can kill Lin Zhongyun and end this protracted war." Hu Yanhuan muttered to himself, his passionate fighting spirit surging like a tide, making his blood boil.

He walked into the big tent with full of fighting spirit. The atmosphere in the tent was tense and solemn.

At this time, Chagan Uli was sitting in the big tent, concentrating on the final deployment, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Hu Yanhuan walked forward and saw Chagan Uli's expression. His heart tightened involuntarily and he wondered to himself: Does the Khan have any concerns?

"Great Khan, when shall we launch the attack?" Hu Yanzhong was the most impatient and asked hastily, "Everyone has rested well now. We must not give the rebels a chance to catch their breath."

Hu Yanhuan also agreed with this, and stepped forward and said firmly: "Yes, Khan, I think now is the best time to attack, and we must not delay any further.

Lin Zhongyun has been severely injured, we must seize the opportunity to pursue him!"

Upon hearing this, Chagan Uli's frown relaxed slightly and he glanced at everyone, as if he was thinking about something.

He distributed the intelligence in his hand to several people, pointed at the handwriting on it, and said slowly: "Look, this is the information just sent by the scout. Li Zhongwu has led his men to provide support."

This sentence was like a thunderclap, instantly breaking the warm atmosphere in the tent.

The faces of all the generals changed. Hu Yanhuan's heart sank, thinking to himself, "Li Zhongwu is here? This is not good news."

At this point, he paused, his expression flickering, and he said with nostalgia: "But fortunately, Hailanhak has distinguished the importance of the matter and has led his troops to stop Li Zhongwu's army."

At this moment, he felt both angry and regretful towards Hailanhak. He was angry at Hailanhak's wolfish ambition, and he felt regretful that Hailanhak, a man of the same generation as him, had to do such a thing in the end.

If he had a strong desire to kill Hailanhak before, Hailanhak's behavior now made him feel regretful.

However, the regret in his heart only lasted for a few seconds and was soon replaced by incomparable coldness.

"Since Hailanhak has already tried to stop Li Zhongwu, we have time." Chagan Wuli said firmly, with the flame of battle flashing in his eyes, "We must act immediately and take this opportunity to deal a fatal blow to the rebels!"

"Yes!" All the generals responded in unison, and morale rose again.

"Hu Yanhuan, you lead a team of elite soldiers and are responsible for encircling the enemy from the flank. Make sure Lin Zhongyun cannot escape." Chagan Uli gave the order, his eyes sharp and full of determination.

"As you command, Khan!" Hu Yanhuan was secretly excited and felt a strong sense of responsibility. He knew that this battle would determine the future of the Northern Barbarians, and he must not let down this trust.

"The rest of the troops, follow me to attack head-on and completely destroy the rebels' positions!" Chagan Wuli's voice was like a war drum, inspiring every soldier. (End of this chapter)