Chaotic World Book
Chapter 293 - 288: Hundred Battles Achieved

Chapter 293: Chapter 288: Hundred Battles Achieved

Ba Tu had initially overlooked an issue.

By convention, the Divine Hall was thought to not involve itself in conflicts among the Tribes; previously, when people fought like mad dogs, the Divine Hall said nothing, and even earlier when Tie Muer established the Golden Horde, slaughtering many Tribes, the Divine Hall still remained silent.

Moreover, because of personal relationships, Chi Li would likely lean slightly towards him. During the process of unifying the War Lion Tribe, Chi Li had even helped him speak a few words, making his integration go more smoothly.

Since the Divine Hall was not biased, as long as someone could resist the Great Khan, Ba Tu really had no worries. If Tie Muer could do it as the king of the Golden Horde, others could do it too!

But he forgot that betraying Tie Muer at this moment was different from declaring war openly... It was not merely tribal infighting; it could be considered a betrayal of the grassland.

The Divine Hall truly would not tolerate such an act.

After Chi Li returned to the Yellow Sand Market and finally stabilized the chaotic situation, he heard from Wu Balu’s trusted aide the cause of Wu Balu’s assassination:

Ba Tu bypassed the Yellow Sand Market and headed straight for the rear of the Great Khan’s army, suspected of planning a betrayal. Wu Balu had just prepared to sandwich Ba Tu from the rear when he was assassinated. To this date, no message had even been sent to the Great Khan...

Chi Li’s hands and feet turned icy cold; he couldn’t believe what Ba Tu dared do!

If that were true, since he had once helped Ba Tu unite the Tribes, would he not also be guilty of a grave crime!

Unfortunately, Chi Li neither held military power nor knew how to command an army, so he had to let Wu Balu’s generals organize the troops themselves. He didn’t know how effective such a disordered army would be or even if they could catch up in time.

Chi Li could only race alone again, trying to stop Ba Tu himself.

Riding alone was indeed faster than tens of thousands of soldiers, and despite gasping for breath from exhaustion, he finally saw the silhouette of an army on the horizon and knew Yanmen was just ahead.

If he could stop Ba Tu before the real battle began, there was still time to switch to attacking Yanmen!

He was just one step away!

Chi Li drove his horse so hard it frothed at the mouth; in his desperation, he eventually dismounted and rushed forward, but soon slowed his pace.

Ahead, a figure in red clothes and on a red horse stood in the slanting sun.

"Chi Li... Yue Hongling has been waiting for you a long time," Yue Hongling said with a slight smile. "Now is the time for our decisive battle."

Chi Li took several deep breaths, looking at this woman who seemed like a lifelong adversary, and gradually calmed his emotions.

"You knew I would come to stop Ba Tu."

"Yes."

"Is Ba Tu a pig, to be blinded so easily by you?" Chi Li sneered. "I’m afraid your plan will also fall through, because next to the Great Khan, there are shaman from the Divine Hall; they will intervene."

"You really think Ba Tu hadn’t thought of that? Maybe he hadn’t before, but now that it’s come to this, he has no way back. It doesn’t matter whether he has the support of the Divine Hall; he just needs the support from Great Xia. He knows I came to stop you, yet he said nothing—that in itself is proof of his stance."

Chi Li scoffed: "Then why stop me? It’s better to let me go to Ba Tu’s army where he could strike me down himself."

"Because, after all, you are a direct descendant of the Divine Hall, and your status is not trivial. It might not be Ba Tu but his army that wavers when the time comes. Keeping you away is the simplest solution, and that is also what Ba Tu wants."

Chi Li looked at the distant sunset and sighed, "It seems these matters are not for me."

Yue Hongling grinned: "I feel the same, always following Changhe’s orders without question, somewhat bewildered. But now, this face-to-face moment actually fills me with a greater will to fight."

Chi Li slowly drew his sword, "Indeed... perhaps the brilliance of you and me must burst forth in this sword play."

Yue Hongling dismounted, patted the butt of her horse Red Hare to move it away, then turned to Chi Li and greeted him with her sword: "Please."

His Curved Saber split the evening sky, the sound of the blade weeping like the bugle of a final battle.

At the same time, a shaman next to Tie Muer galloped towards Ba Tu’s army, shouting from afar, "Where is Khan Ba Tu..."

Before he could finish his shout, a mighty Wuzhui horse bolted out from Ba Tu’s army, and a large man atop it wielded a Broadsword, slashing ferociously with the momentum of the charging horse.

He had barely finished speaking when the Broadsword reached his chest.

The shaman urgently bent backward at the waist, dodging this slash, his voice held back in his belly, unable to utter, "I am a shaman of Longevity Heaven."

In the army, Ba Tu sighed: "Zhao Changhe is too damn considerate, afraid that my morale will be scared back by Longevity Heaven."

Looking at him, a trusted aide glanced his way.

Ba Tu said, "At this point, do you still want to be timid turtles, continuing to bow to others, offering cattle and sheep?"

"The cattle and sheep are ours, the women too! This is not just a gamble; we are attacking their rear. Huangfu Yongxian isn’t a fool; he will surely cooperate! This is our best opportunity, seize the empire now, or never again!"

Ba Tu saw the madness in his subordinates’ eyes because this truly was the best chance, one never to appear again.

If others could become Khan, why couldn’t they?

Ba Tu raised his battle sword, bellowed: "Attack! Crush the Vulture Tribe ahead!"

A tidal wave swept across.

On the other side, before the shaman could finish speaking, Zhao Changhe engaged him in several rounds, and when the large army swept in, he was instantly overwhelmed.

Numerous Curved Sabers approached, and Dragon Sparrow simultaneously targeted his neck. The shaman, unable to fend off the blades with so few hands, was almost dismembered as he fell from his war horse, his head severed by the Dragon Sparrow, his eyes wide in disbelief as he died, unable to believe that Ba Tu had really dared!

Zhao Changhe turned his head to look; Ba Tu’s troops had already broken through the front lines of the Vulture Tribe.

Everything that needed to be done was completed, whether they could win depended on this battle!