Chapter 644: Killing Situation

The young Great Khan at the head was still as dumb as a wooden chicken.

After Ibula finished speaking, he stopped talking, just staring fixedly at Altan Khan. The other tribal leaders in the tent naturally did not dare to get involved, all lowering their heads and eyes without speaking. Even Altan Khan, who had been arrogant and domineering just now, fell silent.

Was what Ibula said true?

Yes.

And it was a consensus that everyone knew but did not speak of.

An Ziyang and Wang Hai's group were thin and weak, and the routed soldiers gathered by Deng Baixuan and Liu Baiyun had no method. Even with the Beggar Gang and Gu poison, they shouldn't have been able to delay half of the Tatar army for nearly half a month.

The reason they could drag it out until now was, to a large extent, precisely because of Altan Khan's selfishness.

Without entering the pass, the Great Khan was just a mascot, and Altan Khan was too lazy to move a mascot. But once they entered the pass, they had to establish a court, and with a court, there had to be an emperor. And He Shang Zhangren was unwilling to be emperor; he had no interest in power.

Then who would sit on the dragon throne?

Legally, it should naturally be the Tatar co-lord, the Golden Family bloodline, Daraisun Kuden Khan, to recreate the glory of the Golden Family.

But in reality, Daraisun Kuden Khan had long been sidelined. Altan Khan had always been the one controlling the Tatars, and the Tumet tribe was also the most powerful Tatar tribe, with enough troops, population, and even Heaven-Man experts to rival all other tribes combined.

How could Altan Khan accept a puppet ascending to the imperial throne!

Therefore, he deliberately delayed the speed of the main army's advance, accelerated the spread of the Gu poison within the other tribes, and even relaxed the defenses, allowing the remnants of the border army and the disciples of the Gai Gang to slaughter their way into the camps of the other tribes from the direction guarded by the Tumet tribe, all just to trap and kill the other tribes here.

What He Shang Zhangren needed was a regime that could overthrow the Great Ming. As long as the Tumet tribe occupied an absolute advantage and could suppress the dissatisfaction of other tribes, He Shang Zhangren would not hesitate to abandon Kuden Khan and instead support Altan Khan to ascend to the imperial throne.

This was the ins and outs of today's dispute.

Altan Khan had thought it out well, and his actions were considered decisive.

It was just that he could not escape the rough habits of the grassland people; his methods were too crude, and his calculations were so obvious they were practically a provocation. Ibula had endured until today to bring it into the open, which was already the result of fearing the Tumet tribe's strength.

Ibula had already torn off the mask.

Now it was Altan Khan's turn to be in a difficult position.

He was not afraid of other tribes, nor was he afraid of Ibula, but he was afraid of He Shang Zhangren.

If it were really because of his calculations that He Shang Zhangren's plan had a loophole, with He Shang Zhangren's ruthless style, if he really wanted to kill him, he would not have the slightest hesitation.

After a while, he shook his head sullenly.

"Forget it... what do you want?"

Although his posture was still domineering, his wording had clearly softened.

Seeing his attitude soften, Ibula also breathed a sigh of relief and said hurriedly.

"We cannot drag this out any longer."

"Three days, within three days, we must reach Juyong Pass."

"Within today, we must handle those Central Plains rats cleanly!"

Altan Khan took a step back, sat cross-legged, reached out and grabbed the wine cup of a neighboring tribal leader, drank it in one gulp, and said in a deep voice.

"I thought it was some big deal."

"Who will do it?"

Ibula said in a deep voice.

"Naturally, you don't need to do it."

"Your Tumet tribe leaves on your own, and we will stay with the Great Khan to handle them cleanly before catching up with you."

"If you hadn't secretly used methods, tripped us up, or even played dirty, how could a mere five or six Heaven-Man experts, a few thousand routed soldiers, and beggars have lived until today?"

Altan Khan sneered.

"So that's it, you want to split up and go with me."

"Why, are you afraid I'll kill you in the chaos?" ===== CHAPTER 645 =====