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

Chapter 350: A Gap in the Heart, Hailanhak's Shock
The vast grassland still sparkles with soft and warm light under the morning light.

The breeze blows gently, making a low sound, as if telling the past story of this ancient land and the fate it carries.

Hailanhak's gaze slowly withdrew from the distance and gradually moved towards Hu Yanhuan, his eyes full of deep thought.

At this moment, he fell into a long silence, as if he was having a fierce struggle deep in his heart.

In his mind, pictures emerged one after another like a revolving lantern: the high spirits and freedom of youth; the lofty ambitions and fearlessness of galloping on the battlefield; the smiles of his comrades who fought side by side, and the blood flowing in the flames of war...

Are all these memories really going to come to a heavy end today, on this special day?

Yelu Cangqi stood aside, quietly observing Hailanhak's every move, a complex and indescribable emotion flashed in his eyes.

They once fought shoulder to shoulder on the battlefield together; they also once confronted each other and fought for their respective ideals and beliefs.

But at this moment, Yelu Cangqi felt an indescribable sadness and sorrow.

"Old man," Yelu Cangqi said in a low voice, with a hint of deep emotion in his tone, "Perhaps, this is the fate that each of us cannot escape."

Hailanhak raised his head, looking past Hu Yanhuan and towards the distant sky. He glanced at Yelu Cangqi, and a complex and deep light flashed in his eyes.

He didn't say anything, but just took a deep breath, as if he wanted to bury all his emotions deep in his heart.

“Hu Yanhuan,” Hailanhak’s voice was low and slightly hoarse, but it carried an unquestionable majesty and power, “I promise you, but there is one thing I want you to always remember—the blood of the Hailan tribe was not shed in vain.

I hope you can fulfill your promise and let the sacrifices and contributions of the Hailan tribe be respected and remembered as they should be.”

Hu Yanhuan smiled slightly, his eyes firm and sincere, and he nodded solemnly: "General, please rest assured that I, Hu Yanhuan, will never let the blood of the Hailan tribe be shed in vain.

I will let this grassland remember your names, your glory and your sacrifice."

Hailanhak looked at Hu Yanhuan deeply again, then he turned around, with his back to the blowing wind, as if his entire back was stretched infinitely by the morning light, appearing particularly lonely and determined.

He knew that every step forward would be his last battle as the commander of the Northern Barbarians and the most critical moment in his life.

"Very good. Next, the general will have to act out a show with us." Hu Yanhuan's tone was calm, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if he had seen through the entire chess game.

His voice echoed in the empty room, every word filled with unquestionable decisiveness.

However, he changed the subject, with a hint of inquiry in his tone: "However, before that, there is one thing that needs to be confirmed. How many messengers did the general receive from our messengers?" Hu Yanhuan's eyes were fixed on Hailanhak's face, trying to catch a clue from his expression.

"You sent an envoy?" Hailanhak was startled, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were filled with deep doubt. He turned to look at Hu Yanhuan and Yelu Cangqi, trying to find the answer from their expressions. His heartbeat quickened, and an ominous premonition spread in his heart.

However, when he saw Hu Yanhuan's determined and resolute eyes, his heart suddenly sank. He immediately realized that this matter was by no means simple, and there might even be some danger hidden that he had not noticed.

Hailanhak's breathing became rapid and he began to feel an unprecedented pressure.

Hailanhak's face darkened instantly, and his voice was low and cold: "To be honest, I didn't receive a messenger. I always thought that it was that old guy - Chagan Wuli - who was deliberately delaying time.

For this reason, I personally sent people to respond, but the response was no news." His voice echoed in the air, revealing an anxiety that could not be concealed.

He paused, and his eyes swept towards Hu Yanhuan like a knife, with a hint of temptation and vigilance in his tone: "What, could it be that..." Hailanhak's voice stopped abruptly. He seemed to be waiting for Hu Yanhuan's explanation, while at the same time he was doubting something deep in his heart.

Hu Yanhuan did not answer immediately, but smiled slightly, his eyes deep like a bottomless lake. He shook his head slightly, and his tone was meaningful: "General is really sharp, it seems that you have noticed something." Hu Yanhuan's words seemed to hide more information, making it difficult to understand.

Hailanhak's brows furrowed even more tightly, and his eyes swept back and forth between Hu Yanhuan and Yelu Cangqi. He had a vague guess in his mind, but this guess made him shudder. His heart began to waver, and a deep sense of uneasiness enveloped him.

"You mean... there's a problem among us?" Hailanhak asked in a deep voice, so low that it was almost inaudible, but there was a chill in his tone that could not be ignored. His voice echoed in the empty room, as if seeking a definite answer.

Hu Yanhuan nodded slightly, his tone calm but with a sense of certainty: "General, you are right. We have sent more than one envoy. Logically, at least some of them should have reached you. But now, all the news has fallen into the sea, and your contact person has also disappeared. General, don't you think this is too much of a coincidence?" Hu Yanhuan's words revealed an unquestionable logic.

Hailanhak's face became even gloomier, and there was a dangerous light in his eyes. He slowly clenched his fists, and his voice was low and cold: "You mean... someone secretly cut off our connection?" His voice was full of doubt and anger, as if questioning fate.

"That's right," Hu Yanhuan nodded with a hint of coldness in his tone, "Moreover, this person may be among you and me, or even around us." Hu Yanhuan's words were like a sharp sword, pointing directly at people's hearts, making it impossible to avoid.

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting Hailanhak's heart hard. His eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he wanted to see through everything around him. He recalled the recent abnormalities and felt a chill in his heart. Hailanhak's heart began to struggle. He didn't want to believe this fact, but the reality was ruthlessly placed in front of him.

"Who was it?" Hailanhak asked in a low voice, with suppressed anger and unwillingness in his voice, "What evidence do you have? What if it was done by the rebels?"

His voice was full of doubt, but at the same time it also revealed a glimmer of hope, hoping that Hu Yanhuan could give a reasonable explanation.

Facing Hailanhak's doubts and questions, Hu Yanhuan remained calm and not panicked at all. He calmly recounted the clues and speculations he had discovered along the way, with a firm and calm tone.

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, but it pierced people's hearts like a cold wind, making it impossible to ignore the message he conveyed.

"General, I am sure that at least four armies are missing." Hu Yanhuan's voice was unhurried, but it pierced people's hearts like a cold wind. "Do you know what this means? The rebels are indeed capable of intercepting our envoys, but they can never intercept all of them.

You know, this grassland is our Northern Barbarians’ home turf, no matter how fast they move, they can’t be so foolproof.”

Hailanhak's brows furrowed more and more, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. He knew that what Hu Yanhuan said was true, but because of this, this fact made him feel even more uneasy. Deep in his heart, he seemed to have a premonition that a storm was coming.

At this moment, Yelu Cangqi spoke coldly, his voice low but with an unquestionable power: “Hailanhaq, don’t be naive at this time, and don’t have any delusions.

Clearly, someone other than the Rebels doesn't want you to receive this information."

Hailanhak suddenly raised his head and stared at Yelu Cangqi with a knife-like gaze, with a hint of anger and confusion in his eyes: "What do you mean by this?"

Yelu Cangqi did not avoid his gaze, but smiled coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "As for who these people are, you should know best."

These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Hailanhak's heart hard.

His face turned pale instantly, and he froze in place, as if all his strength had been taken away. Deep in his heart, an indescribable fear began to emerge.

“This shouldn’t be the case…” Hailanhak muttered to himself, his voice filled with disbelief and deep pain.

He staggered slightly and slowly retreated, as if he couldn't bear this possible truth. His heart was full of doubts. Could it be that he had always misjudged his own tribe?
"The entire Hailan tribe belongs to me. No one will ever…" He whispered, trying to defend himself, but stopped mid-sentence.

There was a tremor in his voice as he suddenly realized that he might have been kept in the dark.

Because at this moment, a familiar figure emerged in his mind, and the face was so clear that he could no longer deceive himself.

He already had a guess in his mind, and this guess made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave. He began to wonder if the person he had trusted the most was the betrayer.

If the Hailan tribe was truly united and loyal, why would he be so secretive when he met them outside the camp? Why couldn't he trust even his own confidants completely?
These doubts were like sharp swords, piercing his self-perceived firm beliefs again and again. His heart began to waver, and he began to doubt the loyalty and trust of the tribe as never before.

Hailanhak's fists clenched slowly, and his knuckles turned white from the force. His eyes were filled with anger, unwillingness, and deep pain, as if his whole body was torn apart.

His heart was filled with pain and struggle, and he didn't know how to face this cruel reality.

"Who is it..." he asked in a low voice, with suppressed anger in his voice, "Who is betraying me? Who is betraying the Hailan tribe?"

Yelu Cangqi looked at him with a complex emotion in his eyes. He did not answer, but looked at Hailanhak quietly, letting him struggle deep in his heart.

He knew that the answer to this question could only be found by Hailanhak himself.

Hu Yanhuan smiled slightly, with a hint of meaning in his tone: "General, the answer is actually in your heart. You know better than anyone who is the wolf hiding in the dark."

Hailanhak did not respond, but lowered his head and remained silent for a moment. His eyes gradually became colder and his whole demeanor changed accordingly.

His heart began to harden, and he decided to uncover the truth of this betrayal, no matter how cruel it was.

"If it's really him..." Hailanhak's voice was low and hoarse, with a clenched anger, "I, Hailanhak, will never let him go!"

At this moment, there was no more confusion in his eyes, instead there was a resolute determination.

He knew that no matter how cruel the truth was, he had to face it, because it was his responsibility and his destiny as the commander of the Hailan tribe.

……

At the same time, Yuan Jingxin had come as ordered, wearing a coarse cloth robe, pretending to be an envoy sent by Chagan Uli, and slowly approached Hailanhak's camp with several followers.

Their horses' hooves raised a cloud of dust. From afar, the camp shrouded in smoke looked like a sleeping giant beast, with an oppressive and murderous atmosphere.

Yuan Jingxin pulled the reins and stopped outside the camp, looking at the heavily guarded camp in front of him with complicated eyes.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the tension and anxiety in his heart. Although he pretended to be calm, his heart was beating fast, as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

He knew that this mission was extremely dangerous and if he was not careful he might expose his identity and die.

However, he also understood that this mission was extremely important, and even if he was faced with a dangerous situation, he had to bite the bullet and rush in.

"Hold on, Yuan Jingxin, hold on." He said to himself silently in his heart, tightening the reins, with a look of determination in his eyes. He knew that since he had come here, there was no way back.

The guards outside the camp soon noticed their arrival, and several fully armed soldiers quickly surrounded them, with spears in their hands flashing coldly.

Their eyes were alert and indifferent, and they were obviously highly wary of any stranger approaching the camp.

"Who are you? Tell me your name!" a leading guard shouted sternly, his eyes sweeping over Yuan Jingxin and his group like a knife.

Yuan Jingxin quickly dismounted, bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "I am here on the orders of Great Khan Chagan Uli to convey urgent military information to General Hailan. Please let me know."

When the guard heard the name "Chagan Uli", his expression changed slightly and he frowned, obviously a little surprised.

His eyes swept over Yuan Jingxin and others again, with a hint of inquiry and suspicion in his eyes, as if he was very surprised by their arrival.

(End of this chapter)