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

Chapter 330: A Game Within a Game? Someone is waiting behind!

Highland Ranch.

At this time, Hu Yanhuan had already led his army to attack in person and engaged in a fierce battle with the enemy on the battlefield.

The battlefield was filled with smoke, and the shouts and the sound of horses' hooves resounded through the sky.

The cold wind howled like ghosts and wolves, mixed with angry shouts that echoed in his ears.

From time to time, his compatriots fell beside him, and their blood dyed the ground red.

Hu Yanhuan was wearing heavy armor and holding a long sword. His eyes were firm and cold as he stared at the rebel army that had been surrounded.

His face was covered in blood and dust, but he didn't care. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to break through, and break through again. He was only one step away from defeating the rebels and capturing Lin Zhongyun, and he must not give up.

"Kill!" Hu Yanhuan roared loudly, brandishing his long sword and rushing towards the rebels. His sword skills were sharp, and each blow carried deadly force, which frightened the rebels.

"Brothers, follow me!" Hu Yanhuan's voice echoed on the battlefield. His soldiers were inspired by him and rushed towards the rebel army.

"Stop them!" someone in the rebel army shouted. The rebels raised their weapons and started a fierce battle with Hu Yanhuan's army.

The battlefield was in chaos, with swords flashing and blood flying everywhere.

Hu Yanhuan rushed left and right in the crowd, as if he was in an empty space. His heart was filled with anger and determination. He was determined to defeat the rebel army and capture Lin Zhongyun.

Gradually, the front of him was full of devastation and corpses, but he did not stop, he continued to rush forward, rushing towards the core of the rebels.

"Just a little bit, just a little bit." Hu Yanhuan's sinister eyes were as ferocious as a hungry wolf. He clenched his teeth, and the muscles in his cheeks were tense, as if he would burst out with endless power at any time.

He swung the long sword in his hand, the blade flashing with cold light, and instantly cut off the enemy in front of him. His battle robe fluttered in the wind, and the sound was like Hu Yanhuan's unyielding fighting spirit, echoing on the battlefield.

There was a crack in the rebels' defense line. He keenly seized this opportunity, gathered all his strength, and prepared to deliver a fatal blow.

Just as he had previously estimated, the rebel army was now at the end of its strength. As long as he could completely crush the rebel army further, he would be able to avenge his father, and his Northern Barbarians would also be able to wipe out their previous shame.

"Brothers, kill all these Central Plains people in front of you." His hysterical shouts echoed on the battlefield, inspiring the bloodiness of the Northern Barbarian warriors. They rushed towards the last line of defense of the rebel army like a black torrent.

Hu Yanhuan's long sword drew arcs of death in the air, and every swing took away a life. His figure was extremely eye-catching in the center of the battlefield.

Under his leadership, the Northern Barbarian warriors became more and more fanatical, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

Hu Yanhuan's gaze was like a burning flame, and the long sword in his hand became sharper in the bloody battle.

The rebels' defenses gradually collapsed under his roar and blade, and he seemed to feel the victory approaching.

His heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge, and he wanted to make these Central Plains people pay the price.

The Northern Barbarians' warriors followed his footsteps, vowing to trample the enemy's flag under their feet, charging into battle for their commander and for the glory of the Northern Barbarians, and never stopping until their death.

On the battlefield, the sounds of shouting and weapons clashing intertwined to form a tragic and heroic melody. A figure shuttled through the crowd, waving his long sword, bringing up blood flowers.

There is only one belief in his heart, and that is victory.

At the same time, Lin Zhongyun was struggling to resist, and although he was tightly surrounded by the crowd, he slowly retreated.

At this moment, everyone was fighting and retreating, their faces were full of despair, only Lin Zhongyun still maintained a firm belief, with a gleam of determination in his eyes.

He realized clearly that if Li Zhongwu had not appeared at this point, it meant that Li Zhongwu and his men must have encountered trouble and were being held up by something.

They could not expect any reinforcements to arrive in the short term, and the only ones who could change the current predicament were themselves.

However, facing the dense Northern Barbarian army like a tide, even Lin Zhongyun felt a little despair. The gap in military strength between them and the Northern Barbarians was too great.

"Your Highness, should we retreat?" At this critical moment, the personal guard who had been guarding Lin Zhongyun suggested to him with despair.

"That's right, we should protect Your Highness and help you break out." Someone immediately echoed, his eyes were dim and he saw no hope in the current situation.

"Yes, as long as Your Highness is still alive, our rebel army still has hope!"

Lin Zhongyun clenched his fists, with a determined light in his eyes. He knew that retreat would mean failure, and the only chance to turn the situation around was to hold on until the last moment.

Lin Zhongyun took a deep breath. He knew that now was not the time to hesitate, he had to make a decision.

Now let’s not talk about whether he is willing to retreat or not. Even if he is willing to retreat, how could the Northern Barbarians who are surrounding him at this time let him go easily?

The main target of the Northern Barbarians' attack this time was him. Even if he managed to escape the siege under the protection of everyone, how confident would he be in facing the next siege by the Northern Barbarians?

Moreover, in his heart he was unwilling to retreat. At this time, there was only one way to go.

That is, the brave will win when two meet in a narrow road. They have no choice but to fight hard, and he doesn't believe that the Northern Barbarians will continue such a large-scale attack.

They certainly suffered heavy losses in these attacks, but so did the Northern Barbarians, who were also severely damaged.

"No, we can't retreat." Although Lin Zhongyun's voice was not loud, it was full of power, allowing everyone present to feel his determination.

"We must hold on here and wait for the opportunity." He looked around, his eyes firm and powerful, as if they could penetrate the smoke of the battlefield.

"We must use our courage and wisdom to let the enemy know that we are not so easily defeated." Lin Zhongyun's words inspired everyone, and the spark of hope rekindled in their eyes.

"Now, we adjust our formation, shrink our defense line, and concentrate our strength." Lin Zhongyun gave the order quickly, his voice revealing unquestionable majesty.

"We must let the enemy know that as long as we unite as one, there are no difficulties that we cannot overcome." His words were like a clarion call, inspiring the rebel soldiers to regain their spirits.

Lin Zhongyun knew that this would be a tough battle, but he also believed that as long as they did not give up, they would be able to find a turning point.

Under the inky black night, the fire that had been gradually fading suddenly burst into a dazzling brilliance again, and then, red lotus-like flames bloomed brilliantly in the night sky, like fireworks blooming in the sky. "Boom boom boom!"

The huge and violent explosion shook the entire battlefield, completely drowning out the wailing and noise of the entire battlefield. Only the "crackling" sound of the explosion continued, as if even the earth was shaking.

The sound was like thousands of horses galloping or raging waves, which made people feel frightened. Everyone's attention was attracted by the sudden fire. A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Zhongyun's eyes. He knew very well that such a movement was by no means accidental, and it was definitely not a coincidence. Something important was definitely about to happen.

At this critical moment, there is only one possibility that could cause such a huge explosion, that is, their reinforcements have finally arrived, and Li Zhongwu did not disappoint his expectations and finally arrived at the battlefield at the critical moment.

A relieved smile appeared on Lin Zhongyun's face. He knew that the outcome of this war would soon be revealed.

The Northern Barbarians were also shocked by the sudden explosion and their formation was thrown into disarray. They stared at the brilliant fire in horror, their hearts filled with fear and uneasiness.

They don't know what it means or how to deal with it.

"Damn it!" When Hu Yanhuan felt the wind behind him gradually becoming hotter, he couldn't help but shout angrily, his voice full of anger and unwillingness.

At this critical moment, even without looking back, he could clearly guess that it must be Lin Zhongyun's rebel army who was behind the scenes. Their purpose was obvious, which was to force them to return to defense and thus cut off their offensive rhythm.

However, Hu Yanhuan realized more clearly at this time how important this opportunity was to him and the entire Northern Barbarians. Lin Zhongyun was only a hundred steps away from him, and he could not give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity no matter what.

He clenched his teeth, widened his eyes, and fixed his bloodshot gaze on the battlefield ahead. He had only one thought in his mind, that is, no matter what, he must seize this opportunity to capture Lin Zhongyun and his rebel army and end this war completely.

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Hu Yanhuan raised the sword in his hand and roared loudly. His voice was full of strength and determination, inspiring the warriors around him to prepare to launch a final offensive for victory and for the future of the Northern Barbarians.

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At the same time, Li Zhongwu, who had been lurking in the dark for a long time, looked at the half of the sky that was illuminated red by the fire, with a cold light in his eyes. He had already made up his mind about the decision.

He knew very well that the victory of this battle was not only related to the rise and fall of the country, but also to the life and death of his family and friends.

Although there was no noise at the beginning, it was obviously much louder than before. The flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the night sky like day.

With such a commotion, the Northern Barbarians could no longer sit still this time.

In a short period of time, several teams of soldiers came out of the Northern Barbarian Camp and ran towards the direction of the fire. As the formation changed, Li Zhongwu knew that his strategy had taken effect.

There is no doubt that this is the opportunity he has been waiting for, and it is the best time for them to launch a counterattack.

Li Zhongwu jumped on his horse, raised his sword high, and shouted: "All troops, follow my command! Remember, we have only one goal this time, and that is to break through with His Highness."

The soldiers responded to Li Zhongwu's call with their blood boiling. In order to prevent their voices from being discovered by the northern barbarians, their roars could only turn into hoarse growls.

They knew very well that victory in this battle was not only related to the rise and fall of the country, but also to the life and death of their families and friends.

"As the saying goes, a general's success is built on the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers. We must do our best to protect His Highness!" Li Zhongwu's words were like morning bells and evening drums, inspiring every soldier. They knew that the victory of this battle was not only related to the rise and fall of the country, but also to the life and death of their families and friends.

"This time, let us follow His Highness, break through numerous obstacles, and fight to the end! Let the Northern Barbarians see the bravery and determination of our Central Plains men."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Zhongwu boldly waved his sword and rushed towards the northern barbarians. His figure appeared particularly tall and mighty in the light of the fire.

Behind him, the soldiers followed closely, their footsteps sounded like thunder, shaking the earth.

Their eyes were full of determination and courage, as if they were determined to crush all enemies under their feet.

In the darkness of the night, the light of fire and the light of swords complemented each other, forming a thrilling picture.

Li Zhongwu led the soldiers and launched a charge towards the Northern Barbarians' camp. Their figures were looming in the firelight, silently.

In that split second, Hu Yanhuan made his decision quickly.

He looked around at the warriors, then suddenly raised the sword in his hand and shouted firmly and forcefully: "Everyone present here is a warrior of the Northern Barbarians. Today, we will use our blood and lives to protect our homeland and will not allow anyone to invade!"

Hu Yanhuan's loud and powerful words echoed on the battlefield, inspiring the fighting spirit of the northern barbarian warriors. They followed closely behind him, rushing to the battlefield as ferocious as wolves and as brave as tigers.

However, just as they were waving their scimitars and preparing to fight the enemy to the death, the sound of war drums suddenly came from afar, followed by the loud sound of galloping iron hooves.

"The rebels are coming..."

"The rebels are coming..."

"..."

In the distance, wailing sounds in the northern barbarian language echoed over the battlefield like ghosts.

Immediately afterwards, on the horizon illuminated by fire, Li Zhongwu was seen leading a group of people, disguised as the remnants of the Northern Barbarians, rushing towards the main army.

As thousands of horses galloped, the earth shook violently. The hearts of the Northern Barbarians' soldiers became nervous, full of doubts and uneasiness as they saw the "Northern Barbarians' escape army" before their eyes.

However, before they could continue thinking, the high slopes all around were already filled with dense figures.

In an instant, deafening shouts of killing rose and fell, echoing throughout the entire battlefield, as if all this was a trap carefully designed by the rebels, and they were the ones who were surrounded.

In the chaos and fear, the Northern Barbarian warriors tried to hold their ground, but the offensive of the rebels was like a storm, leaving them no chance to breathe.

"Hold the formation!" Hu Yanhuan's voice was almost drowned out by the sounds of war drums and shouts, but he was still trying to command his soldiers.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion behind the Northern Barbarians, and panic began to spread.

"We are surrounded!" a Northern Barbarian soldier shouted in horror, and panic began to spread among the team.

"Is this a game within a game? Are the rebels the ones who are playing tricks?" Hu Yanhuan looked at everything in front of him in confusion and was suddenly bewildered.

(End of this chapter)