Chapter 643: Undercurrent

26th Year of Jiajing, May 25th.

Tang Lanzhou died silently.

Deng Baixuan, who was carrying him, did not even realize his death until he felt his back turning cold and stopped. The corpse had already stiffened, but the waist and back were as straight as a pine. This old man, who had been mediocre for half his life, had been as hard as metal and stone in the last few years of his life. Even in death, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, but looking closely, one could not see them curling up.

Deng Baixuan couldn't help but think of the phrase "A man's heart is like iron until death."

Liu Baiyun cut off Tang Lanzhou's head, and Deng Baixuan placed it in the wooden box, blood staining the jade. The two walked north in silence, passing Juyong and entering Datong. In the wilderness, they met An Ziyang, who had just retreated from the battlefield, and from there, they went north directly into Shanhai Pass.

26th Year of Jiajing, May 26th.

The two Wudang high experts were entangled by foreign Heaven-Man experts while scattering Gu insects. The main army immediately surrounded them. Wang Hai and Gao Anyu fought to the death to rescue Zhi Qing, but Zhi Sheng was trapped in the army formation.

This fat Daoist with kind eyebrows and eyes laughed loudly before death, practicing Taiji Quan by himself in the army formation. Within a brief moment, he achieved the Xuanlan Realm, and his force was somewhat similar to 【Two Instruments】... but in the end, he was heavily injured and weak, killing seven hundred people with his palms before exhausting his strength and dying.

On the same day, foreign Heaven-Man experts arrived from the capital, bringing a method to remove 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 removed the last trace of Gu poison. Leaving behind some Heaven-Man experts to search for An Ziyang's group everywhere, the main army set off again, grinding toward the capital along the path He Shang Zhangren had taken to enter the pass.

But when they camped to rest that evening, a large number of frontier army remnants suddenly killed their way out of the night, led by Deng Baixuan and Liu Baiyun, who were holding high a white banner with the words "Tang Lanzhou"... Because of the blood feud of their friends and relatives dying when the city was broken, these remnants almost charged into the army camp with a posture of trading their lives.

No method, no formation, the routed soldiers gathered in haste could not form an effective command system, only crazy, chilling killing intent. Even though the white banner with the words "Tang Lanzhou" had left before the main army surrounded them, hundreds of remnants were still crazily charging and killing in the army 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 Jianghu people also joined in. Every time they killed someone, they would laugh loudly and shout the name "Lao Qifeng." For a time, the name of the late Beggar Gang leader echoed back and forth in 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)!"

A tall and sturdy Tatar man slammed his fist on the table, and the wide long table was instantly shattered into a pile of debris, scattering in all directions. Its speed and intensity were almost comparable to hidden weapons fired by Tang Men experts. If this happened at an 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 on his left snorted coldly and also slammed his fist downward.

Boom!

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

"Altan Khan wants to show off... show off 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 shattered the table first narrowed his eyes and scanned over.

The thin man who mocked him also did not show weakness, crossing his arms and staring coldly.

Both were sitting below, only close to the front left in position, but not sitting at the head, meaning they were not the ones in charge here in name. But after a dispute, no one in the tent dared to speak up—including the young Tatar man sitting above, who just turned a blind eye and was as dumb as a wooden chicken.

This was the Tatar power structure.

The person, however, laughed with full breath.

The nominal co-lord of all 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 tribes, and even less able to direct those most powerful tribes. ===== CHAPTER 644 =====