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

The battle was raging and night had fallen, but the lights in Hilanhak's tent were still brightly lit.

Hailanhak clenched his hands, his face solemn, and paced back and forth in the tent, his eyes occasionally looking at the red dots on the map that marked the enemy's movements. In his mind, he was planning the next tactic and thinking about how to deal with this war.

The cold wind howled outside the tent, as if reminding him that the war was urgent and any hesitation could lead to irreversible consequences. Hailanhak murmured to himself: "This shouldn't be the case. In any case, the messenger I sent must have reached the destination. There should be a reply by now, why is there still no news until now?" His voice was full of confusion and anxiety.

He stopped, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his inner restlessness.

However, the uncertainty of the situation made him feel uneasy. Not only did the messenger he sent out have no news, but even Hailan Jiabo, the capable person he appointed to investigate the matter, has not replied to his letter. This unusual silence made Hailanhak very worried.

His uneasiness was like a shadow in the night, expanding and covering the entire tent. Hailanhak stopped, put his hands on the map table, and scanned the key points.

He knew very well that without concrete news, he would be in a dilemma. On the one hand, he could not act rashly, so as not to disrupt the original plan;

On the other hand, continuing to wait may result in missing out on opportunities or even putting you in greater danger.

"What should I do?" Hailanhak asked himself, his voice full of helplessness and confusion.

Now, even he was confused. He didn't know what the Hailan tribe was, and he didn't know how Chagan Uli would treat him if he made concessions.

He felt as if he was in a huge maze, and every step was full of unknowns and dangers.

Now, he only felt a deep sense of powerlessness surrounding him, as if even time had stopped at this moment. Hailanhak closed his eyes and tried to outline a clear strategic map in his mind.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of hurried footsteps outside the tent, and a messenger stumbled in, holding a dusty letter in his hand.

Hailanhak's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He knew that this might be the news he had been waiting for for a long time.

A confidant hurriedly stepped into the spacious tent, saluted respectfully, and then reported to the master in the tent eagerly: "Sir, urgent news has just come from the front line, saying that suspicious activities have been found near our defense line."

After hearing the news, Hailanhak raised his head suddenly, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, and he asked anxiously: "Tell me quickly, what is the specific situation?"

The confidant continued to report in detail: "According to the scouts on the front line, a small group of people seem to be trying to break through our defense line. Their actions seem to be trying to establish some kind of contact with the outside world."

When Hailanhak heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking deeply.

After a brief thought, he decisively instructed: "Immediately increase vigilance and closely monitor their movements.

However, do not act rashly without my order. I want to know what their intentions are and what they want to do."

The confidant took the order and left, and Hailanhak fell into deep thought again. This new intelligence gave him a glimmer of hope, and perhaps it could solve the current deadlock. But at the same time, he also understood that this might be a dangerous signal, meaning that the enemy might have noticed something, or they were planning some kind of conspiracy.

The night was getting darker, and the wind was still howling on the grassland. Hailanhak stood in the big tent, his eyes firm and deep.

He knew that every next step would affect the direction of the entire situation. No matter what, he had to stay calm and make a wise and correct decision.

This thrilling game is still going on, and Hailanhak, as the leader of the Hailan tribe, must find a breakthrough in this complex situation and win the final victory for himself and his tribe.

This is his responsibility as the leader of the Hailan tribe, and he must bear it.

But what made him feel sorry was that this still had nothing to do with Chagan Uli. So far, he had not received any news from Chagan Uli, nor had he made any statement.

It felt as if the rebels had cut off any connection between them, but was it possible?

You know, Lin Zhongyun can't even protect himself now, where can he get the extra strength to cut off the connection between them?

Hailanhak couldn't help but feel a little doubtful, but he quickly suppressed it. The most important thing now was to deal with the crisis in front of him. Hailanhak took a deep breath, looked into the distance with a sharp gaze, and secretly thought about how to deal with it.

Perhaps Chagan Wuli was also watching from the dark, waiting for the best opportunity. In any case, he could not let the tribe's hopes be dashed.

The night wind was biting, but his heart became more determined. If there was no more news from Chagan Uli, he would have to let the rebel army in, and then try to get in touch with them and find out their true intentions.

"When that time comes, Khan, you can't blame me!" He murmured to himself with his eyes flashing.

When the first ray of dawn quietly descended, a soft, fish-belly-white light shone through the heavy curtains and gently onto Hailanhak's face. He had spent a sleepless night, and the bloodshot in his eyes was clearly visible. The glare of the light made him raise his hand involuntarily to block it, trying to avoid the uncomfortable light.

In a daze, he asked vaguely: "Has Hilan Jiabo come back?"

The confidant standing by bowed his head respectfully and replied softly: "Reporting to the Lord, Hailan Jiabo has not returned yet."

This answer was like a heavy stone, hitting Hailanhak's heart.

His face immediately turned gloomy, his brows furrowed, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart, as if he was falling into a bottomless abyss.

Just then, a faint wolf howl came from the distance, long and low, as if it crossed the entire grassland, and it was particularly abrupt in the early morning light.

Hailanhak suddenly raised his head, looked out of the tent with sharp eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter with this wolf howling?"

After hearing this, the confidant looked calm and even explained nonchalantly: "Sir, this is probably just a lone wolf on the grassland. They are not caught and are wandering around freely. This kind of wolf howl is very common on the grassland, there is nothing special about it."

In the eyes of his confidants, this was just a daily activity of wild wolves on the grassland and was not worth paying too much attention to. However, as soon as he finished speaking, Hailanhak's face suddenly changed, as if he suddenly realized something, and his whole body stiffened instantly.

His eyes were wide open, his face was full of fear, and even his lips were trembling slightly.

The confidant was immediately frightened when he saw this. He had never seen Hailanhak show such an expression before - the commander of the northern barbarians was always known for his calmness and decisiveness, so how could he be so obviously panicked?

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" the confidant asked cautiously, his heart full of confusion and anxiety.

However, Hailanhak did not answer his question. He quickly put on his felt robe, his movements were hasty and resolute, and it was obvious that he was going to leave the camp immediately. Before leaving the tent, Hailanhak said sternly with a stern face: "Don't let this matter out! No one is allowed to mention a word!"

The confidant nodded quickly, but he was even more confused. He didn't understand why a mere wolf cry would make Hailanhak lose his composure so much that he even put on his robe and left the camp himself.

Hailanhak walked out of the tent quickly, and the cold wind blowing in his face made him a little more sober.

He looked into the distance, in the direction where the wolf's howl came from, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

He had a vague guess in his mind, but this guess made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

If his instincts were right, things might be worse than he thought.

The morning light on the grassland gradually became brighter, and the sound of the wind was low and long. Hailanhak's figure disappeared at the edge of the camp, leaving his confidant standing at the door of the tent, full of doubts but not daring to ask more questions.

At this moment, the wind on the grassland seemed to become even colder, as if foreshadowing that a bigger storm was brewing.

Soon, Hailanhak put on a heavy robe and wrapped himself tightly in it, as if he wanted to hide his entire figure in the robe.

He lowered his head and walked hurriedly, pretending to be a patrolling guard, trying not to attract other people's attention.

Only when he was out of the camp did he heave a sigh of relief and resume his normal posture. His movements were cautious, and every detail revealed his caution and alertness, as if he was avoiding some invisible danger.

The guards beside him watched his series of cautious actions, full of doubts, and couldn't help but whispered: "Sir, this is just a wolf's cry. Aren't you being too cautious?"

There was a hint of confusion and contempt in the guard's tone, and he seemed to think that there was nothing special about the wolf's howl.

This immediately drew a cold snort from Hailanhak. He stopped and glanced coldly at the guard, with a hint of majesty and unquestionable coldness in his eyes.

His gaze was like a sharp sword, which made the guards feel a chill and they dared not continue speaking.

"What do you know?" His voice was low and cold, as if it carried a bone-chilling chill, "The howling of wolves on the grassland is never an ordinary sound.

Especially at this time, every sound may hide murderous intent."

Hailanhak's words revealed his understanding of the grassland and his sensitivity to danger, forcing the guards to re-examine the meaning of the wolf's howl.

The guards were trembling under the gaze and dared not say anything more. Hailanhak then turned around and said to everyone, "You just wait here, I'm going to take a walk."

His tone was firm and unquestionable, and it seemed that he had already made up his mind.

"Walking?" The guards looked at each other in confusion. It was freezing cold on the grassland, with wolves everywhere, so how could they take a walk?
Moreover, as the commander of the Northern Barbarians, how could Hailanhak act alone so casually? They were full of doubts and worries, and didn't understand why Hailanhak wanted to leave alone at this time.

"Sir, this grassland is full of dangers. You cannot go alone! If something happens, we cannot take the responsibility!" A personal guard hurriedly dissuaded him.

There was a hint of anxiety and concern in his tone, hoping that Hailanhak would reconsider his decision.

However, Hailanhak had made up his mind. He glanced at everyone coldly, his tone revealing unquestionable majesty: "Don't you understand what I say? Stay here and don't follow me!"

His voice sounded like an order, leaving the guards with no way to refute and they could only obey.

The guards wanted to persuade him further, but when they saw the gloomy look on Hailanhak's face, they immediately fell silent and dared not say anything more.

They could only watch as Hailanhak climbed onto his horse, rode away on a fast horse without hesitation.

His figure gradually moved away in the morning light and finally disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only a group of guards standing there, their faces full of worry and helplessness.

The wind howled across the grassland, raising waves of low grass.

Hailanhak galloped alone across this vast land, his eyes cold and deep.

He had long been shrouded in a lingering sense of uneasiness, and the wolf's howl seemed to be constantly echoing, reminding him of some hidden crisis. His intuition told him that this was no ordinary wolf's howl, but rather some kind of ominous omen.

He knew that this trip might bring him closer to the truth, but it might also put him in greater danger. However, as the commander of the Northern Barbarians, he had no choice.

He had to confirm his guess himself, no matter how great the risk, and could not allow any threat to ruin his plan.

He has a heavy responsibility to ensure the safety of the entire tribe, even if it means facing unknown dangers alone.

At the same time, Hu Yanhuan, who was far away in the sky, was standing on a high ground, with a sharp gaze, and he saw everything that Hailanhak did. He raised his lips slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and whispered to himself: "It seems that General Hailan is still as courageous as before. He dared to attend the meeting alone, which really impressed me."

Yelu Cangqi, who was standing next to him, was not as relaxed as Huyanhuan at this moment. His eyes flickered and a complicated look appeared on his face.

A sigh arose in his heart, and his thoughts went back to many years ago.

It was an era that belonged to them, an era full of pride and glory.

Back then, he and Hailanhak were among the best warriors on the grassland, galloping on the battlefield and gaining fame far and wide.

At that time, they were young and full of vigor. No one was willing to submit to anyone else, and everyone thought that he was the bravest warrior on the grassland.

For this honor, they had countless competitions, from horse racing to wrestling, from swordplay to archery, and even on the battlefield, they always rushed to the front, no one wanted to fall behind.

He remembered that at that time they were invincible on the battlefield, with only one belief in their hearts: to protect the glory and dignity of the Northern Barbarians.

But now they have all changed. Just as he was sighing in his heart, the sound of Hailanhak's horse hooves was gradually approaching... (End of this chapter)