Chapter 211: with translation of chapter title

Jia Jing's voice wasn't loud, but it exploded beside Batu Mongke's ear like a thunderclap.

His legs went weak, and he nearly fell.

Jia Jing took a few quick steps forward, reached out with his left hand, and grabbed Batu Mongke's collar, lifting him up like a chick.

"Great Khan!"

"Quick, save the Great Khan!"

Seeing this, the few personal guards beside Batu Mongke had their eyes nearly burst, they shouted loudly, then turned around intending to fight Jia Jing to the death.

But before they could act, Zhu Que seized the moment and speared two of them with her lance; the remaining few took just three steps forward before Jia Jing casually stabbed them to death.

Jia Jing carried Batu Mongke back to the tiger-skin great chair in the tent, casually threw him to the ground, and stepped on him with one foot.

Zhu Que followed closely, spear in hand, and began to guard the remaining Northern Yuan officials inside the tent.

By then, in a short time, all the Northern Yuan personnel inside the golden tent were either dead or captured; none escaped.

At this moment, Batu Mongke, whose foot was pinned by Jia Jing, finally voiced his doubt:

"Who exactly are you? What do you want coming into the golden tent? Outside the tent my court has twenty thousand Qixue troops guarding; even if you seize me, you cannot escape!"

Batu Mongke repeated his questions, his expression full of grief and anger, with a hint of barely perceptible fear.

But Jia Jing ignored him, his face indifferent as he listened to the rapidly approaching footsteps outside the tent.

Seeing Jia Jing ignore his question, Batu Mongke turned his angry, disappointed gaze toward Ba Ya'er and shouted:

"Ba Ya'er, answer me!"

Batu Mongke had already guessed somewhat about this in his heart, but he could not believe that the son he had placed high hopes in would commit treason against the court!

However,

No matter what, the Han people were brought into the golden tent by Ba Ya'er, and because of that, Huo Shi, Yi Bu Ci, and others died; this responsibility Ba Ya'er cannot escape!

Ba Ya'er lowered his head; at this moment he dared not meet Batu Mongke's gaze, his expression ashamed mixed with fear.

Batu Mongke again shouted angrily:

"Ba Ya'er, look into my eyes as the Great Khan! Answer me!"

Ba Ya'er was shaken by the shout, his head still lowered, but a low voice sounded from his mouth:

"Father Khan! This person is Jingwu Hou Jia Jing of the Great Han Empire! He broke through our Great Yuan army of over fifty thousand at Yu Lin Cheng with a lone rider!"

"Amid the ten thousand troops he slew generals and seized the banner, shot and killed Tuo Tuo Bu Hua, captured the young minister, and our Great Yuan's tens of thousands were routed by him alone."

"This person is a demon god from heaven, impossible to resist by force; the young minister was coerced by him, Father Khan, do not blame the young minister, for he has no choice..."

"The Han army he brought has already surrounded Lang Shan; Father Khan, surrender!"

Ba Ya'er's words were like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, leaving everyone in the tent of the Northern Yuan shocked and terrified!

"What??"

"A great defeat at the front? The Han army has already surrounded Lang Shan?"

Batu Mongke even felt he might have misheard!

"Jingwu Hou Jia Jing, single-handedly broke our Great Yuan army of over fifty thousand, slew generals and seized the banner, and the front line suffered a crushing defeat?"

Although he had anticipated that something was wrong at the front, he never imagined the actual situation would be so outrageous!

To the point that he wondered whether he was drunk and dreaming!

Tuo Huan, kneeling beside him on the ground, also felt his heart sink.

He also never expected the front-line situation to have deteriorated to this extent, nor that his son Tuo Tuo Bu Hua, whom he had always been proud of, was actually dead!

Batu Mongke stared at Ba Ya'er, his face turning extremely grim, and he gritted his teeth:

"So, Ba Ya'er, as the crown prince of the Great Yuan, you actually surrendered to the Han Dynasty and led them here to destroy my Great Yuan?"

Batu Mongke's eyes blazed with boundless fury; he wished he could rise up and hack this unfilial son to death!

He had just been thinking of letting Ba Ya'er command the Qixue army's military authority, and of gradually transferring power to Ba Ya'er, hoping for a successor, with the Great Yuan having a future!

As a result, all of this now appears utterly ridiculous!

This unfilial son actually did such a thing as helping the enemy call for entry; it is pure greed for life and fear of death, utterly lacking backbone!

He had heard that ten years ago the Han Dynasty produced an emperor called "Men" (i. e., a door), which he had ridiculed at the time, never expecting that his own Northern Yuan would today produce a successor who acts as an internal collaborator!

Facing Batu Mongke's reproach, Ba Ya'er replied timidly:

"The young minister has no choice! Even if I did not show them the way, they could still attack on their own!"

"This person is a demon god sent from heaven; we simply cannot fight him! Father Khan, you should surrender! Only by surrendering to the Han Dynasty is there a path to survival..."

"Silence! You unfilial son! You are unworthy of the golden family's bloodline! You are unworthy to bear the surname Borjigin! You deserve death ten thousand times!"

"The warriors of my Great Yuan only die in battle; there is absolutely no surrender!"

Batu Mongke glared with eyes wide open and loudly rebuked.

Before his words had finished, a multitude of chaotic footsteps and shouts came from outside the golden tent.

"Something has happened in the golden tent!"

"Quick, protect the ruler!"

"Quick, protect the Great Khan!"

"Quick..."

The Qixue troops guarding the golden tent at this point finally realized something was wrong, startled by the sounds of fighting inside.

This was not because they were slow to react, but because Jia Jing acted swiftly and the tent was already filled with continual drinking and shouting, making a noisy din, plus no one had expected the crown prince Ba Ya'er to rebel.

The tent flap was flung open violently.

A Qixue military commander dressed as a Qianhu (thousand-officer) led nearly a thousand fully armed Qixue soldiers charging in, blades and spears raised, their momentum fierce.

Then they saw inside the tent a sight that shocked them greatly.

All they saw was that the interior of the golden tent was now a scene of utter chaos, with more than a dozen corpses—Wanhu officials, civil ministers, personal guards, and others—lying haphazardly on the ground.

The ground was covered in fresh blood, and the air was filled with a strong bloody smell.

Even those with sharp eyes saw the head of Deputy Chief of the Bureau of Military Affairs Huo Shai and the General, who died with eyes open, rolling in a corner of the ground.

At this moment, their Khan was being stepped on by a person holding a silver spear, while the remaining Left and Right Chancellors and other officials were being held at spearpoint by another person.

All of the Qixue Army were stunned, not knowing what was happening, how in such a short time the interior of the Golden Tent had become such a gruesome scene.

They stood there dazed for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Batu Mengke saw his own troops arriving, a flash of joy crossed his face, and he shouted loudly:

"Come rescue the Khan! This person is a Han assassin……"

"Pa……ah……"

Before he could finish speaking, Jia Jing struck his mouth with the spear shaft, producing a muffled sound.

Batu Mengke let out a short, miserable cry, a red mark instantly appearing on his face, and he spat out a mouthful of teeth and blood with a "wa".

Jia Jing coldly swept his gaze over the charging Qixue Army, his eyes sharp as a blade, then suddenly let out a fierce shout:

"Your Khan is in my hands—who dares to step forward!"

His voice thundered like a shockwave, shaking the felt curtains atop the tent so that dust fell.

All the Northern Yuan present heard it, their legs trembling with fear, none daring to move.

Jia Jing again opened his eyes and shouted angrily:

"Put down your weapons at once!"

That boundless murderous aura and gaze, combined with the blood‑stained long spear in his hand and the Khan Batu Mengke under his feet.

It caused the few soldiers at the front to feel their courage shattered, a chill rising from their soles straight to the crown of their heads.

With a "clang," several people could not hold their knives and spears steady, and they dropped to the ground.

"Clang, clang……"

The sound of weapons hitting the ground rose and fell; among the nearly thousand elite Qixue troops, two or three hundred involuntarily loosened their grip, and their weapons rolled to the ground.

The remaining several hundred, including that commander of a thousand, did not drop their weapons.

but they too trembled all over, their faces deathly pale, unable to advance or retreat.

What's more unexpected is that the Right Chancellor Alutu knelt on the ground, his whole body already trembling from Jia Jing's earlier slaughter.

At this moment, Jia Jing's shout startled him so much that his eyes rolled back and he collapsed straight to the ground, apparently ceasing to breathe!

Such is the power of a single shout!