Chapter 643

26th year of Jiajing, May 25th.

Tang Tang Lanzhou died quietly.

Deng Deng Deng Baixuan, who was carrying him, didn't even realize he had died until he felt a chill on his back and stopped. The corpse had already stiffened, but the waist and back were as straight as a pine. This old man, who had lived a mediocre life for half his life, had become as hard as gold and stone in the last few years before his death. Even in death, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and his mouth seemed to be smiling, though a closer look showed no curve.

Deng Deng Deng Baixuan inexplicably remembered the phrase, "A man’s heart is like iron until death."

Liu Baiyun cut off Tang Tang Lanzhou’s head, and Deng Deng Deng Baixuan placed it in the wooden box, blood staining the jasper. The two marched north in silence, passing Juyong and entering Datong, meeting An Shen Ziyang, who had just retreated from the battlefield, in the wilderness, and then headed north directly into Shanhai Pass.

26th year of Jiajing, May 26th.

The two Mount Mount Wudang experts were entangled by foreign Heaven-Men while spreading Gu insects, and the army immediately surrounded them. Wang Hai and Gao Gao Gao Anyu rushed to rescue Zhi Qing at the cost of their lives, while Zhi Sheng was trapped in the military formation.

This kind-hearted, fat Daoist laughed loudly before he died, practicing Taiji Fist on his own in the military formation, achieving Profound Observation in a short time. His force was somewhat similar to [Two Instruments]... but after all, he was seriously injured and weak, killing over seven hundred people with his palms before exhausting his strength and dying.

On the same day, foreign Heaven-Men arrived from the capital, bringing the method to dispel the Gu.

26th year of Jiajing, June 1st.

Half of the Tatar army, which had been entangled by Gu poison for nearly half a month, finally dispelled the last trace of Gu poison. Leaving some Heaven-Men to search for An Shen Ziyang’s group, the army set off again, following the path the Old Man by the River had taken to enter the pass, grinding toward the capital.

But that evening, while camping to rest, a large number of border army remnants suddenly killed their way out of the night. The leaders were Deng Deng Deng Baixuan and Liu Baiyun, who were holding high white banners with the words "Tang Tang Lanzhou"... Because of the blood feud of their friends and relatives dying when the city was broken, these remnants rushed into the military camp almost in a life-for-life posture.

There was no method, no formation, and the remnants gathered in a hurry could not form an effective command system. There was only a crazy, chilling murderous intent. Even though the white banners with the words "Tang Tang Lanzhou" had left before the army surrounded them, hundreds of remnants were still crazily charging and killing inside the military camp.

The second day, the third day, the fourth day... it was still the same.

While the remnants gradually thinned out, some ragged, beggar-dressed Ordinary Ordinary Jianghu people also joined in. Every time they killed someone, they would laugh and shout the name "Lao Lao Lao Qifeng." For a time, the name of the late Beggar Sect leader echoed back and forth in the blood and moonlight.

Under these continuous, suicidal attacks, the Tatar army’s pace was delayed again.

26th year of Jiajing, June 3rd.

In the Tatar army camp.

"Hatan (Damn it)!"

The tall and sturdy Tatar man slammed his fist on the table, and the wide long table was instantly smashed into a pile of debris, scattering in all directions. The speed and intensity were almost comparable to hidden weapons triggered by Tang Men experts. If this happened at an ordinary Ordinary Ordinary Jianghu gathering, ordinary experts would be shot to death on the spot.

Fortunately, the people in the room were not simple either.

The slightly thinner Tatar man sitting to his left snorted coldly and also slammed his fist downward.

Boom!

The fist hit empty air, but the true Qi rippled out, intercepting all the flying wood chips and smashing them into powder. At the same time, he also snorted coldly.

"If Altan Khan wants to show off... do it in front of the Central Plains people."

"Don't show off here; this is not the place of your Tumet tribe."

The sturdy man who had smashed the table at the beginning narrowed his eyes and scanned over.

The thin man who had mocked him also held his chest and looked back coldly without showing any weakness.

Both were sitting below, close to the front left, but not at the head of the table, meaning that nominally, neither was in charge here. But after a round of arguing, no one in the tent dared to speak or interrupt—including the young Tatar man sitting above, who just looked on as if he didn't see anything, stunned like a wooden chicken.

This was the Tatar power structure.

In short—the rites were broken and music was ruined.

The nominal co-lord of the Tatar tribes, the Great Khan, was the descendant of the Golden Family, the young man sitting at the head—Daraisun Kuden Khan. Nominally noble, but in reality, he had long become a character similar to the Zhou Emperor, having no more power except for his own direct tribe, and unable to direct those most powerful tribes.