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

Northern Barbarian Camp.

There was a raging war outside, but the big tent was completely silent. Chagan Wuli, a big northern barbarian, was pacing back and forth in the big tent with his hands behind his back and a gloomy face, showing his extreme anxiety.

His eyes were like those of an eagle, staring at the battlefield in the distance through the gaps in the tent, and his battle robe glowed coldly under the dim light.

His heart was burning with anger, and every step he took was like the beating of a war drum, urging the moment of the decisive battle.

Chagan Wuli frowned, for he knew very well that the key to this battle was not only related to his personal honor and disgrace, but also to the future fate of the entire Northern Barbarians.

His heartbeat quickened with the faint sound of war drums in the distance, and every breath seemed to carry a heavy burden.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anxiety in his heart, and stared at the flickering fire in the tent, as if looking for a revelation of victory.

The flickering flames reflected on his resolute face, casting flickering shadows, as if telling the unpredictable situation of the battle.

At this moment, he was anxious because the results of the battle had not yet been reported, and at the same time, he felt extremely panicked about the upcoming results.

The conflicting emotions surged like a tide, almost drowning him. He clenched his palms into fists, and the veins under his skin were prominent. Although the final result has not yet come out, no news is the best news.

This realization calmed him down a little, but was immediately replaced by deeper worry.

Even though he thought that the Northern Barbarians had made full preparations this time, the development of the situation had already exceeded their expectations.

The enemy's tenacious resistance and Li Zhongwu's sudden appearance made the situation that seemed to be a sure win become confusing.

In this situation, his mood was like the dry grass in autumn, drifting in the wind, and he could only place his last hope on the illusory fate.

When he thought of this, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Who was he, Chagan Wuli? He was a big man from the Northern Barbarians. Since he took charge of the Northern Barbarians, he had never felt such a deep sense of powerlessness.

This feeling was like a sharp knife that pierced deeply into his heart and made him feel more vulnerable than ever before.

He was silent for a while, knowing in his heart that this might be the most difficult test in his life. Every step was like walking on thin ice, and he could only bite the bullet and face the coming storm.

Chagan Wuli closed his eyes, trying to block out the shouts and drums on the battlefield, but his heart was still restless. Those sounds seemed to have turned into invisible sharp arrows, constantly irritating his nerves.

He imagined the warriors fighting bravely, their determination and perseverance were the unyielding spirit of the Northern Barbarians. Every warrior who fell fought for the glory of the Northern Barbarians.

This thought made his heart surge with warmth, slightly dispelling the chill. At this moment, he knew that he could not be swayed by any emotion and had to remain calm, because every decision he made next would determine the direction of the battle.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a gleam of determination in his hawk-like eyes.

He scanned the maps and battle reports in the tent, and began to formulate a new strategy in his mind. Chagan Wuli knew that as a leader, he had to show strength and wisdom at this critical moment.

He will lead his people to meet this challenge of fate. No matter what the outcome, he will be worthy of the title of Northern Barbarian.

Chagan Uli slowly walked out of the tent, preparing to personally inspect the military camp and boost morale.

He knew that at this time, every Northern Barbarian warrior needed to see the unwavering figure of their leader.

When he opened the curtain, the cold night wind blew in his face, as if reminding him of the severe challenge he was about to face. But Chagan Wuli's face no longer had the previous hesitation and uneasiness, but was replaced by a kind of perseverance and determination.

Whether victory or failure awaits him ahead, Chagan Uli is ready.

He knew that the real test had just begun.

Suddenly, a messenger stumbled into the tent, his face covered in dust as he handed over a battle report. His hurried footsteps broke the silence in the tent, causing Chagan Uli to turn around abruptly.

"Reporting to the Khan, the chaos has now subsided, and all the troops, under the leadership of General Huyanhuan, are pursuing Lin Zhongyun." The messenger said breathlessly, his voice revealing both excitement and fatigue.

Chagan Wuli took the battle report and scanned it quickly with his eyes. Every word seemed to stir up a wave in his heart. The news in the battle report softened his stern expression, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

But the next second, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and a determined smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. This complex change of emotions seemed like an inner storm.

"I never thought that Lin Zhongyun would actually desert the battlefield one day." Chagan Wuli's words contained a hint of sarcasm, a hint of complacency, and more of a long-suppressed pleasure.

In the past, he had suffered a lot at the hands of Lin Zhongyun, but this time, Chagan Wuli finally got the chance to turn the tables, which made him feel very happy.

Just as they had decided before, as long as they could get rid of Lin Zhongyun and kill him, the remaining rebel army would be like a group of loose sand and would not be a threat at all.

This realization ignited a strong fighting spirit in Chagan Wuli's heart.

Obviously, Lin Zhongyun's escape was undoubtedly the turning point of the battle.

He stood up suddenly, his eyes gleaming with victory, and issued an order: "Pass the order down, the entire army will give chase, and make sure to completely eliminate Lin Zhongyun and his remnants!
We will win this battle gloriously! " His voice was like thunder, shaking the hearts of everyone in the tent.

The generals in the tent responded in unison, their fighting spirit high. At this moment, Chagan Uli seemed to have seen the dawn of victory.

An unprecedented confidence surged in his heart, as if the haze that had been building for many years had finally been dispelled.

Lin Zhongyun's defeat, like the falling leaves in winter, foreshadows the coming of spring for the northern barbarians.

Chagan Wuli took a deep breath, and his eyes were focused on the front, the victory that belonged to him. However, although Lin Zhongyun was doomed to fail, Chagan Wuli did not slack off in the slightest.

He knew that the fruits of victory needed to be watered with iron and blood, and every step could not be taken lightly. This kind of caution and vigilance was an instinct left over from years of fighting.

He held the sword tightly in his hand. It was the glory of the Northern Barbarian warriors and also the faith of Chagan Wuli. The cold blade reflected the firelight in the tent, as if telling of the upcoming bloody battle.

In the upcoming decisive battle, he will use this sword to carve new glory for the Northern Barbarians.

Chagan Wuli's eyes became more determined. He knew that this was not only a victory in the war, but also a turning point in the fate of the Northern Barbarians.

His heart was filled with anticipation, but at the same time there was also a subtle worry. He knew that in this life-and-death battle, any small mistake could lead to a reversal of the situation.

But at this moment, he chose to bury this worry deep in his heart, because he knew that as a leader, he must show unparalleled confidence and courage.

Looking at this army that was like a torrent of steel, Chagan Wuli was very satisfied and nodded slightly. His chest rose and fell slightly because of excitement, and his eyes flashed with pride and expectation. This army is a weapon he has carefully built for many years, and now it is finally time to show its edge. His eyes are as sharp as a hawk, tightly locked on the battlefield in the distance. With every breath, he seemed to be able to feel the breath of victory in the air. In any case, Lin Zhongyun could not escape from the siege of these people. His fate was like a candle in the wind, swaying. Chagan Wuli knew that this battle would be a new starting point for the Northern Barbarians. This realization made his heart beat faster, and an indescribable sense of excitement swept over his body.

"Lin Zhongyun, Lin Zhongyun, soon I will trample you under my feet." Chagan Wuli's eyes became more and more sinister, and the hatred that had been suppressed for a long time was released without reservation at this moment.

His voice was low and threatening, as if announcing the end of an era. He seemed to have sensed the impending victory, and felt that Lin Zhongyun, who was once high and mighty, was now doomed to flee.

This strong contrast made Chagan Uli feel a sense of revenge.

And this was just the beginning of Chagan Wuli's ambition. What he wanted was not only this victory, but also the unification of the entire Northern Barbarians and his own glorious dynasty.

This grand goal ignited a raging fire in his heart, dispelling all doubts and fears.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.

His eyes were gleaming with a desire for the future, an almost fanatical light. The north wind whistled, blowing his battle robe, as if accompanying his ambition.

Chagan Wuli's ambition burned like a raging fire, and he vowed to hold the future of the Northern Barbarians firmly in his hands.

This victory gave him hope again, hope that the Northern Barbarians could rule the Central Plains.

This thought made his heart beat violently and his blood seemed to boil. All the humiliation and failures of the past years would be washed away at this moment.

His heart was ablaze with ambition and his eyes were as bright as torches. He vowed to lead the Northern Barbarians' cavalry all over the Central Plains, so that everyone would know the bravery and glory of the Northern Barbarians. In that way, he would also avenge his previous humiliation and not become a sinner of the Northern Barbarians.

This thought made a complex emotion flash in his eyes, a mixture of desire for the future and reluctance to accept the past.

Chagan Wuli took a deep breath, feeling the surging emotions in his chest. He knew that this was a turning point, not only for him personally, but also for the entire Northern Barbarians.

His hand unconsciously touched the sword at his waist, which was the relic left to him by his father and also the symbol of him as the Khan of the Northern Barbarians.

"Father." He said silently in his heart, "Please look at me, I will lead the Northern Barbarians to glory." This silent oath made a hint of firmness and determination flash in his eyes.

Chagan Wuli looked up into the distance, where the flames of war were spreading. He knew that his fate and the fate of the Northern Barbarians would be decided in this battle.

No matter what the outcome, he is ready to welcome the new era belonging to the Northern Barbarians.

"Khan, Khan..." At this time, Huyan Zhong rode his horse galloping over with an anxious look on his face. His arrival interrupted Chagan Uli's thoughts.

The sound of horse hooves was rapid and the dust flying in the air seemed to foreshadow the important news that was about to come.

Chagan Wuli frowned and glanced at the hurried general: "Why are you so panicked?"

His voice was low and authoritative, with a hint of displeasure.

Hu Yanzhong steadied himself, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his rapid breathing.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, showing how hurried he was. He said in a deep voice: "Report to the Khan, the riots in the rear have been suppressed.

I am worried about the situation on the front line, so I came here first to report to the Khan."

Upon hearing this, Chagan Uli finally showed a satisfied smile on his tense face.

This news was like a shot of adrenaline, instantly brightening his mood.

He nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Okay, once the rear is stable, we can go all out. Pass the order down, everyone speed up the march, end this battle as soon as possible, and let the flag of the Northern Barbarians fly in the Central Plains!"

His voice was full of determination and expectation, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"Now Lin Zhongyun has begun to flee in panic, and he will soon be our prey." Chagan Wuli's words were full of confidence and determination. He raised his hand, and the sword flashed coldly in the sunlight, as if foreshadowing the upcoming victory.

At this moment, he felt that the resentment that had accumulated over the years finally had an outlet to vent.

When Hu Yanzhong heard this, blood rushed to his heart. His eyes flashed with excitement, as if he had seen the scene of Lin Zhongyun being captured.

He tightly grasped the spear in his hand and bowed deeply to Chagan Wuli's back: "The Khan is wise. I beg the Khan to let me attack with him. I will kill Lin Zhongyun with my own hands and win the final victory for the Khan!"

Hu Yanzhong's voice was full of fighting spirit and his eyes were firm, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

This loyalty and passion made Chagan Uli feel gratified, and he saw hope for the future of the Northern Barbarians.

Chagan Uli smiled slightly and patted him on the shoulder gently, which was the greatest encouragement and trust to him.

The north wind was still fierce, blowing their battle robes, and their fighting spirit was even stronger. At this moment, Chagan Uli felt that the connection between him and his subordinates was closer than ever before.

These good news one after another really made him excited.

Chagan Wuli felt a warm current rushing through his body. He hadn't felt so happy for a long time. Ever since the battle with Lin Zhongyun, Chagan Wuli had been holding back a grudge.

Now, this anger can finally be released completely, as if years of depression have been resolved.

He looked at the generals around him, each of whose faces was filled with expectation and determination.

Chagan Wuli felt an unprecedented power surging in his body. His eyes flashed with determination, and he announced loudly: "Get ready to go. Follow me to capture Lin Zhongyun and let the reputation of the Northern Barbarians spread far and wide!"

His voice was like rolling thunder, shaking everyone's heart.

Everyone responded in unison, their voices resounding with the belief that they would win. The drums of war were beating, the horns were blasting, and the entire military camp was instantly in an uproar.

The high-spirited Northern Barbarian cavalry marched towards victory like a rolling torrent.

Chagan Uli mounted his warhorse and felt the power of his loyal mount.

His eyes swept across the distant horizon, as if he had seen the flag of victory flying there. (End of this chapter)