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

Inside the Chagan Uli camp, a murderous atmosphere enveloped the entire camp.

Tents stand in rows, flags flutter, and the aura of the Northern Barbarian Cavalry is everywhere.

Li Zhongwu woke up in a daze, and the scene in front of him was blurry and unclear, as if covered by a layer of mist.

He blinked, trying to dispel the fog, but felt a sharp pain in his back, as if thousands of needles were piercing him at the same time. This pain made him sober instantly and made him realize that he was still alive.

"I'm not dead?" He looked down at himself and whispered. The scars and dried blood on his body silently told of the fierce battle before.

He began to recall, but only fragments of memories came to his mind: Hu Yanhuan's figure rushing towards him, the fight between swords and sabers, and then darkness. He could no longer remember what happened after that.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted, and Hu Yanhuan, with an angry face, slowly walked in.

His steps were heavy and firm, and every step seemed to be stepping on Li Zhongwu's heart. Hu Yanhuan's eyes were filled with bone-chilling coldness, like two sharp swords piercing Li Zhongwu's soul.

Hu Yanhuan looked down at Li Zhongwu for a few times, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. "It's good that you are not dead. It's also a good thing that you fainted due to blood loss before I chopped you down, otherwise you would definitely die."

There was both sarcasm and a barely perceptible regret in his tone, as if he was regretting not being able to kill Li Zhongwu personally.

Seeing Hu Yanhuan, Li Zhongwu's face immediately turned cold. He endured the pain in his body, straightened his back, and said with a stern face: "You can kill me or chop me up as you like, but I will never surrender."

Although his voice was weak, every word was sonorous and revealed an unyielding will.

"Kill you?" Hu Yanhuan snorted coldly, with a complicated look in his eyes. Those sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, making people shudder.

He looked at Li Zhongwu carefully, sizing him up and down, his eyes as sharp as a knife, as if he was confirming that Li Zhongwu had no other fatal injuries.

Then he slowly said: "I won't let you get away with it that easily." The deep meaning contained in this sentence was like a sword hanging over Li Zhongwu's head.

This sentence made Li Zhongwu's heart tremble. He realized that Hu Yanhuan might have a more terrible plan than death. A chill ran up his spine, but he forced himself to stay calm.

In any case, he must find out Hu Yanhuan's true intentions. This is related to his life and death, and may also be related to the fate of the entire rebel army.

Unexpectedly, before he could open his mouth, Hu Yanhuan curled up the corners of his mouth, revealing a malicious smile.

That smile contained a bit of cruelty, a bit of complacency, and more of an indescribable expectation. This expression set off alarm bells in Li Zhongwu's heart.

"Not good!" Li Zhongwu's heart suddenly trembled, and a bad premonition came like a tide.

His muscles tensed subconsciously, and despite being seriously injured, his warrior instinct still kept him alert.

Sure enough, the next second, Hu Yanhuan clapped his hands with a cold look. This action seemed casual, but it was like a signal.

The two guards who were standing outside walked in. They walked in unison, with an unsettling indifference in their eyes.

"Greetings, General!" The two guards said to Hu Yanhuan respectfully. Their voices were deep and powerful, showing their absolute obedience to Hu Yanhuan.

"Hmm!" Hu Yanhuan glanced at the two of them indifferently, with the majesty of a superior in his eyes.

Then, he turned his back, as if he couldn't bear to watch what was about to happen. His voice was cold and ruthless, like the cold wind in winter: "From now on, only give him one meal a day. In addition, this man is Li Zhongwu, a general of the righteous army, who is extremely fierce. In order to ensure that he will not escape, he will allow you to teach him a lesson, as long as he keeps a breath."

These words hit Li Zhongwu's heart like a heavy hammer. He realized that Hu Yanhuan not only wanted to torture his body, but also to destroy his will. Hunger and violence were the most primitive and effective ways of torture.

Li Zhongwu's eyes swept between Hu Yanhuan and the two guards. He knew that he was about to face a long and difficult ordeal.

But his eyes remained firm, with a kind of fortitude that came from being baptized by countless battlefields.

Soon, the dull sound of fists falling could be heard in the cage, mixed with suppressed groans of pain. Hu Yanhuan did not turn around, as if he could not bear to watch this cruel scene.

He listened to the voice quietly and walked slowly out of the cage, every step seemed to be stepping on his heart.

After they walked away, Hu Yanhuan let out a long sigh, as if he had taken off a heavy mask.

The anger that was suppressed in his heart erupted like a volcano, causing his facial features to twist together and contort into a hideous appearance.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it..."

Veins popped out on his forehead, and he cursed several times in a low voice, as if this was the only way to vent his anger. Every "damn" was like a sharp blade, piercing his self-esteem.

Although they captured Li Zhongwu this time, what he didn't expect was that they had fallen into a trap from the very beginning, and the real Lin Zhongyun was not with Li Zhongwu at all.

Li Zhongwu used himself as bait this time, using his life to buy time for Lin Zhongyun to escape. But he fell into Li Zhongwu's trap, like a stupid hunter, and jumped into the trap that had been set long ago.

"Why am I so stupid?" He slapped his head in frustration. At this moment, Hu Yanhuan was no longer the majestic northern barbarian general, but more like a frustrated child.

Their main target this time is Lin Zhongyun. Now no one knows where Lin Zhongyun has escaped to. This mistake may reverse the entire battle situation.

In this vast grassland, even though they are very familiar with it, finding someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack, especially when this person is the extremely cunning Lin Zhongyun.

The wind on the grassland blew up clouds of dust, as if mocking his incompetence.

Whenever he thought of the promise he made to Khan Chagan Uli before the war, he felt a headache and didn't know how to explain it.

At that time, he was full of confidence and vowed to capture Lin Zhongyun alive and make great contributions to the Northern Barbarians. But now, this promise has become a heavy burden that makes him breathless. Just when he was at a loss, the sound of fists in the cage gradually subsided, leaving only a fluctuating panting sound.

"General, Li Zhongwu has been beaten up by us. He has absolutely no chance of escaping." The two guards came forward to report.

"Ok!"

Hu Yanhuan nodded, his hand unconsciously reaching for the small cloth bag at his waist. There was something in it, something that could change the whole situation. His eyes became complicated, with hesitation and a hint of hope.

"Maybe." Hu Yanhuan murmured to himself, "Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope."

Then, he turned and walked towards Li Shiwu. At this time, Li Zhongwu had been beaten black and blue, and his original injuries were aggravated, with bruises all over his body.

Hu Yanhuan looked at Li Zhongwu coldly, his eyes were like knives, as if he wanted to dissect his soul. Then, he slowly said: "Take good care of your injuries, you won't die so easily!"

This sentence was both a threat and a strange promise, as if telling Li Zhongwu that he was of more important use.

Li Zhongwu's eyes were wide open, burning with unyielding rage, and he stared at Hu Yanhuan and roared.

However, due to the injury, his voice became hoarse, and the voice was like that of a wounded beast, both shrill and pitiful.

At this moment, Li Zhongwu noticed that Hu Yanhuan's right hand unconsciously touched a small cloth bag around his waist.

The movement was very slight, but Li Zhongwu's keen intuition told him that the cloth bag might contain something important.

This detail seems particularly abrupt in the tense atmosphere at the moment.

Hu Yanhuan seemed to be aware of his little move, he quickly withdrew his hand, turned around and left the tent. This reaction further confirmed Li Zhongwu's guess: there must be some secret hidden in the bag.

Before leaving, he took one last look at Li Zhongwu. There seemed to be some expectation in his eyes, as if he was waiting for something.

When he was about to lift the curtain of the big tent, he seemed to remember something and said to the two gatekeepers: "You are still too gentle and underestimate this brave general of the rebel army!"

This sentence was like a sharp blade, which was both a rebuke to his subordinates and a strange kind of praise for Li Zhongwu.

The door curtain fell, and Hu Yanhuan's figure disappeared outside the tent, leaving only Li Zhongwu and the two goalkeepers looking at each other in bewilderment.

There was an eerie atmosphere in the air, like the calm before the storm.

The cold wind from the grassland whistled past, as if foreshadowing the coming storm. He took a deep breath, opened the heavy curtain, and stepped into the Khan's tent.

The cold wind from the grassland whistled past, as if foreshadowing the coming storm, which made him even more uneasy. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, then opened the heavy curtain and stepped into the Khan's tent.

When the big tent was opened, sparks from the campfire flew everywhere, forming a strange picture of light and shadow in the dim tent.

The flames flickered, casting an uneasy atmosphere over the tent. Chagan Uli, the Great Khan, was sitting on the main seat, his face was ashen and unusually gloomy. His eyes were like those of an eagle on the grassland, sharp and cold, as if they could see through people's hearts and make people shudder.

Seeing Hu Yanhuan coming in, Chagan Wuli just glanced at him and then lowered his head again. This simple action was like a heavy hammer, hitting Hu Yanhuan's heart hard, causing him to feel a sharp pain.

There was a suffocating silence in the air, as if time had stopped at this moment, and the entire tent was filled with a depressing and tense atmosphere.

Hu Yanhuan stood still, not daring to speak rashly. He could feel the anger emanating from Chagan Wuli, like a volcano about to erupt, which made him feel extremely scared.

The atmosphere in the tent was so heavy that it could almost be cut with a knife, as if a fierce conflict would break out at any moment.

At this moment, Chagan Wuli slowly raised his head, his eyes like a sharp sword, piercing straight at Hu Yanhuan. "Go ahead," he said in a low and majestic voice, "where is Lin Zhongyun?"

These three simple words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Hu Yanhuan's ears, making him feel dizzy, and his hand unconsciously reached for the small cloth bag around his waist. The secret hidden in it might be his only life-saving straw, and also his only hope.

Hu Yanhuan took a deep breath and began to organize his words. He knew that the following conversation would determine his fate and might also change the future of the entire Northern Barbarians.

He had to respond carefully and not make the slightest mistake. In the cage far away, Li Zhongwu seemed to sense something. His eyes passed through the layers of tents, as if he could see the tense scene in the Khan's tent at the moment, and his heart was filled with worry and expectation.

The wind on the grassland was still howling, as if witnessing this crucial moment. A conversation that could change the situation of the war was about to unfold in this tent. Hu Yanhuan had to do his best to find a glimmer of hope in this conversation and secure a future for the Northern Barbarians.

Hu Yanhuan suddenly fell to his knees with a plop, his face as pale as a sheet of paper, as if he had lost all his strength in an instant. The light from the bonfire danced on his face, reflecting his inner struggle and fear.

His voice was trembling, with an indescribable pain and self-blame: "Great Khan!" Hu Yanhuan's voice was trembling, "I am guilty. I have an unshirkable responsibility for letting Lin Zhongyun escape this time."

Every word he said seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, full of regret and self-blame. He knew that this was most likely his best chance to wipe out the rebels in one fell swoop.

However, this time he let the opportunity slip through his fingers. He was obviously so close to success. If he had thought about it seriously at the beginning, he would have easily seen through Li Zhongwu's tricks.

Hu Yanhuan continued, "But even if I get angry now, the matter is done and there is no way to salvage anything." This sentence was both an explanation to the Khan and a helpless recognition of himself.

Hearing Hu Yanhuan say this, Chagan Wuli felt anger boiling in his chest, like a raging fire on the grassland, ready to explode at any time. In the past, he would have been furious and might even have executed the derelict general on the spot.

But now, he finally just glared at Hu Yanhuan, then closed his eyes to rest, as if to calm his anger. It was not that his temper had improved, but that the Northern Barbarians were now at the point where there were no more talents available. Although Hu Yanhuan had made a big mistake, he was still his most capable general. This contradictory mood made Chagan Wuli feel exhausted.

The silence lasted for a moment, and then Chagan Wuli opened his eyes. The anger in his eyes had been replaced by a complex emotion. He said to Hu Yanhuan earnestly: "Hu Yanhuan, you have to understand that I am so angry with you because I regard you as my future successor."

"I am old now. The future hope of the Northern Barbarians lies in your hands. You must grow up as soon as possible and be independent. Only then can I feel relieved." He sighed deeply, as if at this moment, the burden on his shoulders became even heavier. (End of this chapter)