Northern Barbarian Camp.

The news that Yinshan City was reduced to ashes and the righteous army was severely damaged spread throughout the world like a prairie fire. When the news of this victory reached the Northern Barbarian Camp, it was like a shot of adrenaline, instantly igniting everyone's enthusiasm and hope.

At this moment, the Northern Barbarians' camp was filled with jubilation, and everyone could not help but sing and dance. Beside the bonfire, the soldiers danced and cheered one after another, and the solemn and oppressive atmosphere of the past was no longer there.

Since they entered the Central Plains, they have been defeated almost every time by the rebels, which has severely hit their confidence. Every defeat has made their morale fall to the bottom, and their hearts are filled with endless depression and helplessness.

However, this victory was like a ray of light in the darkness, illuminating the hope in their hearts.

"We won! We finally won!" a young soldier shouted excitedly, his eyes full of tears and joy. His voice was filled with endless excitement and excitement, as if he wanted to release all the repression and pain.

"Yes, we won!" another soldier echoed excitedly, with endless joy and hope in his voice. Their faces were filled with bright smiles, as if all the haze had disappeared at this moment.

The significance of this victory to the Northern Barbarians is not only that it brought them a long-awaited victory, but more importantly, it allowed them to see hope and the dawn of rise.

The deterrence brought by the rebel army for a long time was completely eliminated at this moment, and the events in Yinshan City gave them a glimmer of hope.

In the center of the camp, a huge bonfire was burning, reflecting the faces of the surrounding soldiers.

At this time, Chagan Wuli was pacing back and forth in the tent, his heart full of anticipation and joy. He knew that this victory was not only a tactical success, but also a huge boost in morale.

This also made him finally put his mind at ease. Since the evacuation from Hanzhou, he had been worried and unable to sleep at night.

Now, with this good news, he can finally sleep peacefully.

"Brothers, this victory is the credit of every one of us!" Chagan Wuli shouted loudly, with endless strength and determination in his voice, "We used our courage and wisdom to win this battle! From today on, the Northern Barbarians will no longer be losers. We will continue to move forward and embrace a more glorious future!"

When the soldiers heard what Chagan Wuli said, they all shouted, their voices filled with endless strength and determination. Their eyes shone with determination, as if they had seen the dawn of the rise of the Northern Barbarians.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the camp gate. Chagan Wuli looked up suddenly, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He quickly walked out of the tent and saw the middle-aged scholar walking slowly towards him with a shout.

"Sir, Huyan, you are back!" Chagan Uli strode forward, his face full of smiles and his voice filled with endless joy and excitement.

"Someone give me some wine!"

He waved his hand and said in a very heroic tone that this battle made him in a very good mood.

The maids beside them also smiled and came to the two of them with wine glasses in their hands.

You know, Chagan Uli couldn't sleep well these days because of the rebel army's affairs, and he would get furious if something went wrong.

This made them all nervous all the time, fearing that they might accidentally offend Chagan Wuli and die without knowing how they died.

"Greetings, Khan. I have not let you down this time." The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled slightly, with wisdom glittering in his eyes.

He knew that the words of the middle-aged scholar should not be underestimated. Although this victory was of great significance, they must not take it lightly. Although the rebels were seriously injured, they would definitely launch a crazy counterattack. At this time, they must not slack off in the slightest.

However, although he wanted to advise Chagan Uli not to take it lightly, he also understood that this victory was hard-won for the Northern Barbarians, and that the morale that had been so hard to raise must not be ruined at this time.

What's more, Chagan Wuli is in high spirits now, and even if he talks to him, Chagan Wuli may not listen.

Chagan Wuli laughed loudly, took the middle-aged scholar's hand in front of everyone, and said slowly: "You have lived up to my Khan's expectations. This time you are the greatest contributor to my Northern Barbarians."

"How dare you, how dare you!"

The middle-aged scholar shook his head repeatedly, turned his head to look at Hu Yanleng who was standing beside him, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "All this is thanks to the full cooperation of General Hu Yanleng. Without General Hu Yanleng, this would not have been possible."

As he spoke, he pushed Hu Yanhuan out and continued, "This time, it was at the very end. General Hu Yanhuan remained calm in the face of the rebels. He lowered the city gates at the very end, trapped the rebels in the city, and finally broke out intact. He is truly a hero."

Huyan Huan smiled even more after hearing this. He took over the conversation and looked at his good friend Huyan Leng. Then he glanced at the still immature Huyan Leng and said quietly, "Huyan Leng, you have given birth to an extraordinary child. In time, Huan'er will definitely be the number one warrior in the Northern Barbarians."

He said this, his tone could not hide his envy, which attracted the attention of the people around him. There were complex expressions in everyone's eyes, both envy and jealousy.

Seeing this, Chagan Wuli's smile widened. He turned around, poured a glass of wine himself, raised the glass and said loudly: "Come, let's toast to our young warrior. We, the Northern Barbarians, have successors!"

"what?"

Hu Yanhuan was stunned for a moment, his mind went blank.

He knew that he would be rewarded by Chagan Wuli when he returned this time, but he did not expect that Chagan Wuli would personally toast him, which was an honor that no one else had ever had.

Seeing this, Hu Yan Leng gently patted Hu Yanhuan's shoulder and whispered to him, "Huan'er, don't just stand there, toast the Khan."

Hu Yanhuan finally reacted and quickly took the wine glass, his eyes gleaming with gratitude and admiration. He knew that this glass of wine from Chagan Wuli was not only a reward for him, but also an expectation and trust for his future.

"Great Khan, I will definitely live up to your high expectations!" Hu Yanhuan said solemnly, with endless strength and determination in his voice. He raised his glass, clinked it with Chagan Wuli, and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing this, Chagan Wuli nodded with satisfaction, his eyes full of appreciation and relief. He knew that Hu Yanhuan was the hope of the future of the Northern Barbarians, and with him, the future of the Northern Barbarians would surely be brighter.

Hu Yanleng also said at this time: "The Khan's action is really beyond my ability to repay. My father and I will definitely face death and serve the Khan at all times."

"Ok!"

Chagan Wuli nodded with satisfaction and said to Hu Yanling: "You two have made great contributions to this victory and you deserve a reward."

Having said that, he slowly walked out of the tent, looking at the camp full of jubilation and high morale, he felt more confident, as this was his biggest trump card to deal with the rebels.

Chagan Wuli stood on a high place, looking around the entire camp, his heart filled with endless pride and honor. This victory was not only a tactical success, but also a huge boost in morale. At this moment, it was the best time to reward the entire army and boost morale.

"Today is the day when our Northern Barbarians win a great victory!" Chagan Wuli shouted loudly, his voice echoing over the camp like thunder, shaking everyone's heart. All the soldiers stopped what they were doing and looked up at their Khan, their eyes full of admiration and expectation.

"Send a message to the camp, each camp will add a roasted sheep, and everyone must be drunk before they return!" Chagan Wuli continued, his voice full of endless pride and determination. When the soldiers heard this, they immediately burst into thunderous cheers, and the whole camp was instantly boiling. Beside the bonfire, the soldiers cheered and hugged each other, their faces filled with endless joy and excitement.

"Long live the Great Khan!"

"Long live the Great Khan!"

"Long live the Great Khan!"

The soldiers shouted one after another, their voices full of endless strength and determination. Chagan Wuli's move was not only a reward for them, but also a trust and encouragement for them.

Their eyes were shining with determination, as if they had seen the dawn of the rise of the Northern Barbarians. Chagan Wuli's move was not only a reward for them, but also a trust and encouragement for them.

The soldiers' cheers rose one after another, and the whole camp seemed to have turned into a sea of ​​joy.

Chagan Wuli saw the whole scene and nodded secretly.

In fact, this victory in Yinshan City also had a direct benefit for him, which was that it completely stopped those who were originally eager to take his position.

At the very least, his position as the Great Khan will no longer be threatened for a long time in the future. This is extremely important for him and even the entire Northern Barbarians.

If, at this time, there were a split within the Northern Barbarians, it would only be adding insult to injury, and they would be no match for the rebel army.

After three rounds of drinks, the night became even darker.

The cold wind above the desert was particularly cold in the middle of the night, blowing a howling cold wind like that in the cold winter.

Inside the camp, most of the campfires had gone out, only the charcoal was still emitting wisps of white smoke.

At this time, everyone was drunk and unconscious, so they would not be woken up by the smoke.

Inside and outside the tents, soldiers were lying or sitting, snoring loudly, and the entire camp seemed to be in a deep dream. Heavy breathing echoed in every corner, as if the earth itself was rising and falling with their breathing.

However, within this camp, there are still a few people who remain clear-headed.

Chagan Uli, as the Khan of the Northern Barbarians, was not only an outstanding warrior, but also had a huge capacity for alcohol. Even if he was repeatedly forced to drink, his face was flushed, but he still remained sober.

Even so, his eyes were still sharp, as if they could penetrate the darkness and see into the distant future.

As for the middle-aged Confucian scholar, he remained calm, because he had never drunk a few glasses of wine at all. The few glasses he had were given by Chagan Wuli in front of everyone, so he had to drink.

Hu Yanlang is mature and steady. Although he likes to drink, he understands that as a qualified commander he must always stay sober.

Therefore, he did not drink much and remained clear-headed. He scanned the surroundings from time to time to ensure the safety of the camp.

"Since you two are not drunk, follow me for a walk!" Chagan Wuli stood up, wrapped in a woolen blanket, and walked out of the camp. His steps were steady, as if he was not affected at all.

The waiter beside him wanted to follow, but was sternly rebuked by Chagan Wuli, "Don't follow us. With General Huyan here, is it possible that something bad will happen to the Khan?"

Hu Yanleng and the middle-aged scholar looked at each other, and finally followed reluctantly. At this moment, they didn't know whether Chagan Wuli was drunk or not.

Outside the camp, the cold wind was howling, and the night sky was dotted with stars, casting tiny dots of starlight and illuminating the desert.

The shallow layer of sand flows slowly under the breeze. The sand under your feet is so soft, and there is no longer the scorching breath of the day.

The sky is dotted with stars and a bright moon is eternally between the horizon and the sky. The light shines on the sand dunes, flickering with silver light, covering the entire desert with a mysterious veil, which looks so magical and beautiful.

Chagan Wuli's gaze wandered between the night sky and the earth, his eyes full of envy and nostalgia.

He took a deep breath, feeling the breath of this magnificent mountain and river. In fact, he had also thought about how to govern this vast land once he unified the Central Plains. He also wanted to be like those wise rulers in the Central Plains and govern the country to peace and prosperity.

He had no aversion to the culture of the Central Plains, otherwise he would not have let middle-aged Confucian scholars accept the culture of the Central Plains since childhood.

Now it has been proven that his decision many years ago was correct. The Northern Barbarians' blind xenophobia aroused the resentment of the people in the Central Plains. Only by mutual integration can the foundation of the Northern Barbarians be stabilized.

For this land,

He has ten thousand ideas waiting to be realized after he unifies the world, and the ambition and enthusiasm in his heart are far from extinguished.

Although he has now been forced to the north by the rebel army, his yearning for the magnificent mountains and rivers before him has never diminished in the slightest.

At this moment, a coughing sound was heard beside me.

The middle-aged scholar's complexion, which had been normal before, now looked pale, as if he had caught a cold.

Chagan Wuli draped his wool felt over the middle-aged scholar without hesitation and said, "You wear it first. The northern barbarians need you, and the world needs you even more."

"Sweat!"

Such an action made the middle-aged scholar's eyes moist and he felt touched.

Chagan Wuli had his back turned and did not look back. He just said slowly, "Since there is no one around, let's talk about what the future of the Northern Barbarians should be like."

He said this, but his voice was a little hoarse, as if he was somewhat moved by the middle-aged Confucian scholar's loyalty for ten years.

Hu Yanhuan stood aside, with a hint of fatigue on his face, but there was still a determination in his eyes.

Because he knew that as long as these two were here, even if the Northern Barbarians could not dominate the Central Plains, their fate would not be ugly. (End of this chapter)