Chapter 644

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

After Yibuci finished speaking, he did not speak again, 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 in silence. Even Altan Khan, who had been arrogant and domineering just now, fell silent.

Was what Yibuci said true?

Yes.

And it was a consensus that everyone tacitly understood.

An Shen Ziyang and Wang Hai's group were thin and weak, and the routed soldiers gathered by Deng Deng Deng Baixuan and Liu Baiyun were also disorganized. Even with the Beggar Sect and the Gu poison, they shouldn't have been able to delay half of the Tatar army, which had come prepared, for nearly half a month.

The reason they were able to 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 a mere figurehead, 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 the Old Man of the River was unwilling to be Emperor; he had no interest in power at all.

Who would sit on the dragon throne?

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

But in reality, Daraisun Kuden Khan had long been hollowed out. Altan Khan was the one who had always controlled the Tatars, and the Tumet tribe was also the most powerful Tatar tribe. Its military strength, population, and even the number of Heavenly Humans were enough to rival all other tribes combined.

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

So he deliberately delayed the speed of the army's advance, accelerated the spread of Gu poison within other tribes, and even opened up the defenses, letting the border remnants and Beggar Sect disciples kill into the camps of other tribes from the direction the Tumet tribe was guarding, just to pit and kill the other tribes here.

What the Old Man of the River needed was a regime capable of overthrowing the Great Ming. As long as the Tumet tribe occupied an absolute advantage and could suppress the dissatisfaction of other tribes, the Old Man of the River would not hesitate to abandon Kuden Khan and instead support Altan Khan to the imperial throne.

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

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

It was just that he could not escape the rough habits of the grassland people after all. His methods were too crude, and his calculations were so obvious that they were almost like a provocation. Yibuci had endured until today to make things clear, which was already the result of being wary of the powerful Tumet tribe.

Yibuci had already torn off his face.

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 Yibuci, but he was afraid of the Old Man of the River.

If his calculations really caused a loophole in the Old Man of the River's plan, given the Old Man of the River's ruthless style, if he really wanted to kill him, he would not have the slightest hesitation.

After a long while, he shook his head sullenly.

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

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

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

"We can't drag this out any longer."

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

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

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

"I thought it was some big deal."

"Who will do it?"

Yibuci said in a deep voice.

"Naturally, there is no need for you."

"Your Tumet tribe leaves on your own, and we will stay with the Great Khan. After we handle them, we will catch up with you."

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

Altan Khan sneered.

"So you want to separate from me."

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