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

"An envoy sent by Chagan Uli?" the guard repeated in a low voice, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

He looked up and down at Yuan Jingxin and the others with a meaningful look, as if he was quite surprised that they could come here. There was a hint of distrust in his eyes, as if he was questioning the identities and intentions of these people.

Yuan Jingxin noticed the other person's gaze and his heart tightened, but he forced himself to remain calm, still with a respectful smile on his face.

He knew that any unnecessary expression or movement at this moment might arouse the other party's suspicion. His heart was turbulent, but his appearance was as calm as the surface of a lake, without revealing the slightest flaw.

The guard was silent for a moment, then nodded, turned around and whispered to his companion behind him: "Go and inform the general that the envoy sent by Chagan Uli has arrived."

His voice was deep and powerful, revealing an unquestionable authority.

One soldier quickly turned around and ran deeper into the camp, while the remaining guards continued to stare at Yuan Jingxin and the others with vigilant eyes, as if they were ready to deal with any emergency at any time. Their eyes were full of vigilance, as if a fight could break out at any time.

Yuan Jingxin stood there, feeling the thorny gazes from all around him, and he couldn't help but feel even more nervous.

His heartbeat accelerated, but his body remained as still as a sculpture, maintaining an awe-inspiring calm.

His palms were sweating slightly, but he remained calm and looked at the camp in the distance. His eyes revealed a kind of determination, as if telling himself that no matter what difficulties he faced, he could handle it calmly.

He knew that this was only the first hurdle, and the real test was still to come. He had to find a glimmer of hope in this dangerous confrontation. He took a deep breath and prepared to face the next challenge.

Inside the camp, flames flickered and thick smoke drifted in the air, as if shrouding the camp in a mysterious and oppressive atmosphere.

The firelight shone on Yuan Jingxin's face, and his expression appeared even more complicated in the light and shadow.

Yuan Jingxin didn't know what was waiting for him, but he knew that he had no way out. He had to move forward bravely, no matter what was ahead.

After a long time, there was still no reply, and Yuan Jingxin looked around the camp of the northern barbarians without leaving any trace.

After all, if their identities were discovered, surveying the terrain in advance might give them a glimmer of hope.

What came into view was a scene of devastation. The air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder, as if telling of the tragic battle that this land had experienced in the past two days.

The scene here reminds people of the cruelty and ruthlessness on the battlefield. Every inch of land seems to be stained with the blood of soldiers and witnesses countless bravery and sacrifices.

In the camp, wounded soldiers could be seen lying next to makeshift tents everywhere, uttering low wails. Doctors were busy moving among them, trying to stop their bleeding and bandage their wounds.

In the light of the fire, the faces of the wounded soldiers were filled with pain and fatigue, while more soldiers sat on the ground with tired looks on their faces, leaning on their spears or shields to take a rest.

Their eyes revealed their weariness of war and their desire for peace, but they had to keep their bodies together and be ready for new battles at any time.

However, despite two days of fierce fighting, there was no major unrest in the camp.

Although the soldiers were exhausted, they still fulfilled their duties and acted in an orderly manner according to their respective division of labor.

The patrolling soldiers marched with firm steps, looking around vigilantly; the logistics personnel were busy carrying supplies to ensure the supply of food, fodder and arrows.

The tacit understanding and efficiency between them demonstrated the strict discipline and good organization of the Hailanhak army.

Yuan Jingxin's eyes swept through the camp, and he couldn't help but feel a little respect in his heart. Such a strict military discipline is rare.

Even in such a harsh environment, Hailanhak's army was still able to maintain order, which was enough to show the iron-fisted methods and leadership ability of this northern barbarian commander.

He couldn't help but feel a deep awe of his opponent, but he also realized that in order to win this war, he would have to work harder than expected.

"As expected of Hailanhak..." Yuan Jingxin secretly sighed in his heart, with a hint of complex emotions in his eyes.

He knew that such an opponent was by no means an ordinary person, and the danger of his trip was doubled. He had to stay alert at all times and not let down his guard.

Time passed minute by minute, and the soldiers in the camp were still busy. The occasional shouts and horse hooves broke the silence of the early morning.

The atmosphere in the tent became increasingly depressing, as if even the air had become heavier.

Yuan Jingxin sat on a wooden stool, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, making a slight sound.

His eyes sometimes glanced outside the tent, and sometimes he lowered his head in deep thought. The worries in his heart deepened as time went by. He felt an invisible pressure spreading around him, as if even his breathing became heavy.

Bad thoughts popped up in his mind one after another, lingering. These thoughts were like dark clouds hanging over his heart, making him unable to get rid of them.

"Hailanhaq has refused to meet me for such a long time, what is he planning?" Yuan Jingxin pondered to himself, frowning, with a complex emotion in his eyes.

"Has our identity been discovered? Or is he testing us?" His heart was filled with doubts and uneasiness, and every possible explanation made him anxious.

At this moment, Yuan Jingxin felt as if he was trapped in an invisible net, surrounded by invisible dangers.

He knew that the longer they delayed, the greater the risk of being exposed. Everything in the camp seemed to be monitoring them, and any slight flaw could become a fatal fuse.

The more Yuan Jingxin thought about it, the more anxious he became. It was as if a fire was burning in his heart. His hands were shaking slightly, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

At this moment, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but he dared not act rashly. He had to stay calm, as any impulsive action might bring unpredictable consequences.

Finally, he could no longer endure the torture and stood up suddenly.

His eyes became firm and sharp, and he had obviously made a decision. He could no longer sit and wait for death, and he had to take action.

"We can't wait any longer!" Yuan Jingxin thought to himself, and then turned around and whispered a few words to the attendant beside him. Although his voice was low, it revealed his unquestionable determination.

The follower nodded and immediately lifted a corner of the tent.

The man immediately strode to the entrance of the tent and questioned the guards outside in fluent barbarian language: "General, why hasn't you summoned us yet? We are carrying confidential military information. If this delays important matters, can you take the responsibility?" There was a hint of anger in his tone, but he was measured, and it was obvious that he was deliberately revealing his identity as an "envoy" and his sense of urgency.

When the guards standing outside heard this, their expressions changed slightly, and they were obviously a little surprised by Yuan Jingxin's sudden attack.

They looked at each other, and one of them stepped forward quickly, with a somewhat innocent and apologetic tone: "Please be patient, envoy. The general is busy and may be delayed. I will go and inform the general and ask him to summon you as soon as possible."

Yuan Jingxin glanced at the guard coldly, his tone still tough: "I hope your efficiency can match the importance of this military intelligence, otherwise if something goes wrong, I won't take the responsibility for you!"

His voice was filled with unquestionable authority, which made the guards feel pressured.

The guard nodded repeatedly, then turned and hurried away, apparently going to report the situation to Hailanhak.

Yuan Jingxin watched the guard's back disappear into the depths of the camp, then slowly let out a breath.

He returned to the tent and sat down again, his eyes filled with deep solemnity.

"I hope this will work," Yuan Jingxin prayed silently in his heart, but he knew that all this was just a stopgap measure. If Hailanhak really became suspicious, their situation would be even more dangerous. He had to prepare for the worst and look for opportunities to turn the situation around.

The followers in the tent also looked at Yuan Jingxin nervously, obviously feeling uneasy about the current situation.

However, Yuan Jingxin did not say anything more, but just closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. He knew that staying calm was the only thing they could do at the moment.

After the guard left the tent where Yuan Jingxin and others were, he did not go straight to Hailanhak's tent. Instead, he looked left and right, went around several sentry posts in a twisting and turning way, and finally came to a remote tent.

There were no signs outside the tent, but several fully armed soldiers could be vaguely seen standing guard, their eyes alert and glancing around from time to time.

The guard took a deep breath, opened the curtain and walked in. The scene inside the tent immediately came into view: several generals in armor were sitting around a rough wooden table, all with red faces and ears, arguing fiercely.

A simple map was spread out on the table, with several locations marked with stones, which were obviously the focus of their discussion.

"We must not compromise like this!" A burly general slammed the table and said angrily, with the anger on his face almost bursting out.

"So what if Chagan Uli's envoy has come? Are we going to obey his orders? Are the sacrifices of our brothers these days going to be wiped out in vain?"

"Hmph, that's easy to say!" Another general snorted, his tone full of sarcasm, "You are indeed a man of integrity, but what about the current situation? If the leader really receives them, what else can we do? Are we going to quarrel in front of the leader?"

"Enough! What's the point of all your quarreling?" An elderly general frowned, his tone revealing impatience. "The most important thing now is what choice the leader will make! The annoying thing is that he hasn't expressed his opinion yet, and we have no idea how to respond!"

Several people were arguing with each other, their voices getting louder and louder, and they were arguing fiercely, none of them willing to give in. The atmosphere in the tent was tense, as if a bigger conflict could break out at any time.

At this time, the guard stepped forward tremblingly, with a wry smile on his face and a helpless tone: "Generals, give me a definite answer, the messenger is here to urge us again.

It's not a solution to drag it on like this! If the leader really gets angry at us, none of us can bear the responsibility!"

After hearing this, the quarrel among several generals suddenly stopped and the tent fell into a brief silence.

After a moment, the burly general slammed his fist on the table and said with gritted teeth: "Damn it, I never thought that we would be one step behind! The envoy of Chagan Wuli finally came alive!"

"Yeah..." Another general sighed, his tone full of annoyance and resignation. "We tried our best to cut off their connection, but we didn't expect that they would still find an opportunity."

"Hey, where's the general?" the older general frowned and asked with a hint of anxiety in his eyes, "Why hasn't he come back yet? If he were here, he would definitely have a way to solve the current situation!"

"What about now?" The burly general sneered, his tone revealing anger and unwillingness, "Are we just going to let the leader receive those envoys? If so, it will really go against Chagan Wuli's will! Where will the sacrifices of our brothers these days be placed?!"

This sentence hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer. The generals in the tent looked at each other, their faces full of anger and unwillingness.

Their expressions were complicated, showing dissatisfaction with Chagan Uli and some vague doubts about Hailanhak's decision.

In fact, they all knew in their hearts that the fighting in these days had already cost their subordinates a heavy price.

The blood and lives shed are a heavy burden that they cannot ignore.

Now, the appearance of Chagan Uli's envoy means that they may have to give up these sacrifices, or even be forced to submit to Chagan Uli's arrangements.

All this made them feel humiliated and even more angry. They were unwilling to surrender, and they were definitely unwilling to become pawns in Chagan Uli's hands.

However, as generals of the Hailan tribe, they could not openly disobey Hailanhak's orders.

"Will the leader really meet them?" a young general asked in a low voice, with a hint of uneasiness in his tone.

"Who knows?" the older general sighed, looking outside the tent with complicated eyes, "But if the leader really chooses to compromise, then the sacrifices of our brothers will really be in vain..."

The tent fell silent again, with only the sound of wind coming from the gaps in the curtains, bringing with it a chilling chill.

There was deep struggle and contradiction in the eyes of several generals, and their hearts had long been torn apart by anger and helplessness.

At this moment, each of them was thinking about the same question: How to preserve their dignity and beliefs in this chess game of fate?

They already knew in their hearts that what they were doing was a treasonous act and that failure would mean death.

Therefore, as early as when they made up their minds, they had already prepared for a desperate battle.

However, Hailanhak is now backing down, which makes them extremely puzzled and even ashamed.

Today, the Northern Barbarians are already riddled with holes, and it is not something that can be repaired simply by turning back. (End of this chapter)