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

The wind howled violently, rolling up layer upon layer of green waves and making low roars.

The sound of the wind on the grassland seemed to be telling everything that had just happened, with a hint of tension and solemnity that had not yet subsided.

The sound of the wind seemed to be mixed with the neighing of war horses and the shouts of soldiers. They echoed in the wind, making people imagine the intensity and cruelty of the battle.

Hailan Jiabo sat on an empty lawn, holding the scimitar with a cold glow in his hand.

He wiped the blood off the blade with a focused look, his movements slow and steady. The blood on the blade was particularly dazzling in the sunlight, as if it still had a trace of warmth.

Every time I wiped it, it was like trying to erase the bloody memories, but the bloodstains seemed to stubbornly refuse to disappear.

At this moment, the entire camp was silent. Apart from the occasional sound of the wind and the neighing of horses, there was no other sound.

The air was filled with a tense silence, as if waiting for something. In this silence, there seemed to be an ominous premonition, which made people feel inexplicably uneasy.

Hailan Jiabo raised his head and looked into the distance. In front of him was a large open space, which was densely covered with horse hoof prints, crisscrossing in a disorderly manner.

Those were the traces left by the chase and fight just now. Each horse hoof print seemed to tell a warrior's story, a story about courage and sacrifice.

However, apart from these horseshoe prints, there seemed to be nothing else to prove that a fierce battle had just taken place here not long ago.

There were no corpses, no weapons, only the smell of blood and the lingering murderous intent in the wind. A life-and-death struggle had once taken place on this land, but now only a desolate scene remained.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew past Hailan Jiabo, and a trace of blood that had not yet dried was blown onto the blade of the scimitar that Hailan Jiabo had just polished to a shine.

The sudden appearance of blood seemed to remind him that no matter how hard he tried, he could not completely wash away the traces left by the battle.

Hailan Jiabo frowned immediately, his expression obviously unhappy. He wiped the scimitar again, each time harder and harder, as if he was trying to wash something off.

There was a determination in his movements, as if he was struggling with his past.

"Humph!"

At this time, the young scout snorted coldly. He stared at Hailan Jiabo with eyes full of resentment and roared, "Don't wipe it. No matter how much you wipe, you can't wipe off the blood of your fellow tribesmen on your hands."

The scout's words were full of accusations and anger; his words were like a sharp sword, piercing Hailan Jiabo's heart.

Hailan Jiabo did not respond, but continued to wipe his scimitar silently. Deep in his heart, he might have unspeakable difficulties and struggles.

On this grassland, everyone has his or her own story, and Hailan Jiabo's story may be more complicated than anyone can imagine.

After a long time of wiping, Hailan Jiabo finally stood up slowly, his movements seemed to reveal a helpless resignation. He walked towards the young scout step by step, with a barely perceptible indifference on his face.

His face was as calm as water, as if the guilt and uneasiness he had just felt had never existed, as if his mind had been completely closed and he had lost all response to any emotions from the outside world.

"If you have the energy, you might as well have a full meal." He stood in front of the young scout. After a long silence, he finally uttered a sentence with difficulty: "This will at least make you feel more comfortable before you set off."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around without hesitation. He chose to ignore or care about any insults and shouting from the young scout in front of him.

He knew very well that once he set foot on this road, there would be no turning back. No, it should be said that from the moment Hailanhak led his entire tribe onto this road, they were destined to follow this path to the end.

Because he had a firm belief that even if he died in the end, his name must be closely linked to the word "Hai Lan".

"Pass the order down," he gave a calm instruction to the deputy beside him, "Increase patrols and make sure no news leaks out."

The deputy nodded heavily and responded, "Please rest assured, General. We have captured all the members of this team and the news will never be leaked. We have also buried everyone properly according to the general's order."

Hailan Jiabo nodded expressionlessly, and then fell silent, as if he was thinking about some profound question.

The deputy hesitated for a moment, pointed at the young scout behind him, and asked cautiously: "General, how should we deal with that man? He is still so young..."

However, before the deputy could finish his words or plead for the young scout, he was interrupted by a stern shout from Hailan Jiabo.

"Let him have a good meal. He is so young and has no experience. Even if I spare him, he will die at the hands of the rebels sooner or later. At least we can leave him an intact body now."

After saying this, he no longer looked at his deputy's expression and turned away. He seemed to be sighing, but it also sounded like he was cursing in a low voice: "This damn war, young people shouldn't appear on the battlefield..."

The wind was still howling, and the rolling green waves seemed to be telling the story of the endless struggle on the grassland. Hailan Jiabo sat quietly, thinking about the next plan.

He understood that there was never real peace on this grassland, only endless struggle and survival.

Not long after, a miserable wail was heard in the distance. The sound was shrill and short, as if it was swallowed by the wind in an instant. The wail stopped abruptly before it lasted for a second, and the grassland once again returned to deathly silence.

Not long after, the deputy general came back with a bloody face and a grim expression. He reported to Hailan Jiabo: "The young scout walked very fast and did not feel any pain."

Hailan Jiabo still had no expression on his face, as if he was already accustomed to all this, and his eyes revealed an unfathomable calmness.

He pointed at the simple map and said calmly, "This is the fourth team we have intercepted delivering messages. As long as we intercept the next two teams, we can complete the mission."

He ran his finger across the map, stopped at two marked locations, and continued, "These two places may be where the other two teams passed through.

You must lead your men to wait here immediately. No matter what, you must not let the news reach the general's ears, thereby ruining our plan."

The deputy general nodded, his eyes showing a hint of determination: "Understood, I will lead the troops myself and make sure no one is left alive."

But then he asked doubtfully: "General, what about you? You're not coming with us?"

Hailan Jiabo nodded slightly, looked in the direction of the Hailan tribe, and said in a cold tone, "You continue to execute according to the original plan. I have to go back, otherwise the old guy will sooner or later notice something unusual." "But maybe we don't need to instigate him at all. The old guy may not be able to hold on and let the rebels go. That would be the best."

A glimmer of understanding flashed in the deputy general's eyes, and he replied in a deep voice: "Understood, General. We will strictly guard our posts and ensure that nothing goes wrong."

After saying this, he turned and left, his figure quickly disappearing into the twilight of the grassland, leaving behind only a gust of dust blown up by the wind.

But there was always a doubt in his heart, and this doubt had been lingering in his mind for a long time. That is, if they let the rebels go, could their Hailan tribe really stand to the end?

If the final result is that the rebels win, wouldn't they have ruined the future of the tribe? The future of the Northern Barbarians?
He shook his head, suppressed these chaotic thoughts, and thought to himself: Now the arrow is on the string and has to be shot, I can only take it one step at a time.

Hailan Jiabo watched him leave, secretly calculating in his heart that the outcome of this game might be decided in the next few hours.

He took a deep breath, stared at the mark on the map with a sharp gaze, and said to himself: "Success or failure depends on this one move."

Then he put away the map, mounted his warhorse, and galloped towards the tribe. The night was getting darker, the wind was cold, and every step on the grassland seemed particularly heavy.

He knew that this trip was not only about the war situation, but also about the fate of the entire tribe. This was a battle with no retreat, either victory or destruction.

……

The wind on the grassland whistled in my ears, and the sound of horse hooves was particularly clear in the silent night.

Inside Lin Zhongyun's tent, the candlelight flickered, and the dim light made his face look even more solemn and ugly, as if he was a heavy shadow in the night.

He stared at the map in front of him, frowning, wondering what went wrong with his plan: Why didn't they intercept a scout sent by the Northern Barbarians after this day? Did the Northern Barbarians change their marching route, or did the scouts use more covert reconnaissance methods?

Lin Zhongyun's finger moved slowly across the map, trying to find any possible omissions.

As the night deepened, the cold wind seeped in through the gaps in the curtains. The candlelight flickered faintly, as if foreshadowing the impending crisis, like the whispers of ghosts in the night.

Perhaps it was the coldness of the night that made him feel a chill on his back, as if he had been doused with ice water.

Although he knew that he was overthinking, he knew that if he could not be sure whether the news about Chagan Uli had reached Hailanhak, their plan would not be able to proceed smoothly and would be completely ruined, disappearing like a bubble.

In that case, they would have to find another way to save Li Zhongwu and solve the current dilemma, just like finding a way out in the fog.

"What went wrong?" he muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the map, trying to find possible loopholes, as if he was looking for lost treasure.

The sound of soldiers' footsteps outside the tent interrupted his thoughts. A confidant walked into the tent and reported in a low voice: "Your Highness, there is still no news."

Lin Zhongyun's face became even darker, like a dark cloud in the night. He waved his hand, signaling his confidants to leave, while he continued to stare at the map, his mind full of thoughts, like the stars in the night sky.

"Could it be that the Northern Barbarians have stepped up their vigilance, or is there something wrong with our intelligence?" He speculated to himself, his heart full of doubts, like a maze in the fog.

He knew that time waits for no one. If they fail to obtain the movements of the Northern Barbarians in time, their plan will be passive, and may even fail, just like a castle that is half built suddenly collapses.

Lin Zhongyun took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He had to review the entire plan, find out the possible omissions, and take remedial measures as soon as possible, just like repairing a broken sail.

The candlelight swayed slightly in the night breeze, illuminating his firm and stern face, like a guardian in the night.

No matter how many difficulties lie ahead, he must face them head-on to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan, just like climbing a steep mountain.

The night on the grassland is still deep, and the wind whispers in the ears, as if telling endless secrets, like an ancient legend.

Lin Zhongyun stood in the big tent and silently vowed in his heart that he would find a solution no matter what and complete this difficult task, just like a warrior facing a challenge.

Just as Lin Zhongyun was feeling extremely anxious and confused, hurried and panicked footsteps suddenly sounded outside the tent.

Yuan Jingxin led several of his subordinates and hurriedly walked into the tent, their faces filled with serious and solemn expressions.

"General, we have returned." Yuan Jingxin saluted with his fists, and then began to report their situation.

Lin Zhongyun raised his head, his eyes showing both eager anticipation and a hint of uneasiness that was barely noticeable: "So, have you made any new discoveries?"

Yuan Jingxin shook his head helplessly, a hint of frustration in his tone: "During this period of time, we have only successfully intercepted a scout of the rebel army who was delivering a message."

Lin Zhongyun frowned slightly and asked in a questioning tone: "So, what useful information did you get from this Yijun scout?"

Yuan Jingxin's face showed worry, and he continued to report: "According to the information we received from the scouts, General Li is currently being escorted and is heading towards our side."

This news was like a bolt from the blue, making Lin Zhongyun's face instantly gloomy.

His heart sank as he realized the situation might be more complicated and serious than he had previously expected.

"Li Zhongwu was escorted here? This is definitely not a good sign." Lin Zhongyun muttered to himself, while quickly weighing the possible consequences in his mind.

He knew very well that once Li Zhongwu was escorted to the territory of the Northern Barbarians, it would be extremely difficult for them to rescue Li Zhongwu.

What’s more important is that once Hailanhak learns of Chagan Uli’s actions, it will be impossible for them to sow discord between Hailanhak and Chagan Uli.

This would have the potential to have an irreparably destructive effect on their entire plan.

Time is running out and they must act immediately without any hesitation.

Yuan Jingxin saw Lin Zhongyun's reaction and asked with concern: "Your Highness, facing this situation, what countermeasures should we take next?" (End of this chapter)