Chapter 647: Reinforcements

The stars hang over the vast wilderness.

On the vast wilderness, the Tumet tribe's people were moving forward slowly by the moonlight.

Altan Khan trailed at the end of the ranks, riding on his horse with his arms crossed, his eyes half-open and half-closed, appearing to be dozing, but the Tatar Heaven-Man experts following him did not dare to relax at all, and even looked somewhat nervous.

Because they could clearly perceive the murderous intent emanating from Altan Khan.

Today in the Tatar camp, Altan Khan had occupied the upper hand on the surface, left very happily, and even scolded Ibula in public, and the other party didn't dare to care. But in the final analysis, he only took advantage on the surface; he suffered in the substance.

His plan to weaken other tribes through An Ziyang and others had failed.

And he was forced to leave by Ibula borrowing He Shang Zhangren's prestige.

How could Altan Khan, who had always been self-willed, endure this? But he couldn't make a move. After Ibula brought the conflict to the table, any action he took against other tribes was tantamount to destroying He Shang Zhangren's plan, which was something he dared not do no matter what.

"Tsk!"

Altan Khan opened his eyes, his gaze scanning around. The Tumet tribe's Heaven-Man experts turned their gazes away instinctively, fearing to touch the anger of their own Great Khan. But then they felt a burst of regret, because Altan Khan hated soft-boned people the most, and their retreating style was clearly more likely to anger Altan Khan.

But strangely, Altan Khan did not make any reaction.

He just looked silently toward the southeast, the direction of Shuntian Prefecture.

"A bunch of idiots."

He thought in his heart.

"What is Ibula, and what is Kuden Khan! An old dog, a wolf cub pretending to be stupid. If I were afraid of them chewing their tongues in front of Eternal Heaven, I wouldn't have made a move against them in the first place... Do they really think I was forced away by them!"

"Eternal Heaven has entered the capital for half a month, but has not appeared again, leaving these Central Plains people to guard Nanjing and drag the main army. How can they not see the oddity in this?"

Altan Khan made the same guess as An Ziyang.

He Shang Zhangren had encountered trouble.

People who could reach high positions were naturally not idiots. Whether it was the cold Ibula, the seemingly ignorant Kuden Khan, or the rough and ferocious Altan Khan, they were all smart people, but only Altan Khan reached the same conclusion as An Ziyang.

Because he was very arrogant.

Unlike other Tatars, Altan Khan was not so superstitious about He Shang Zhangren. In his eyes, although He Shang Zhangren held supreme martial power, he was just one of the tools he had to borrow to achieve his hegemony—so he would not subconsciously ignore certain possibilities.

"I don't have time to tangle with these waste anymore."

"The Tatar military strength and population are not enough to occupy the Central Plains. Eternal Heaven is the biggest reliance for me to become emperor... Let Ibula and these waste tangle with those Central Plains people; I want to see what happened in the capital."

Altan Khan withdrew his gaze and was about to close his eyes again.

Just at this moment, a gust of wind came from far to near. A Tatar Heaven-Man expert galloped to Altan Khan's side and stopped suddenly. Before he could speak, Altan Khan cut off his words and asked on his own.

"Those Central Plains people made a move?"

"Yes!"

"Ibula let them into the camp and prepared to wipe them out?"

"Yes!"

"All the tribes have taken out their bottom-of-the-box experts?"

"Yes!"

Altan Khan sneered.

"That old dog Ibula, he only has this little bit of means... are those Central Plains people all dead?"

Having fought for decades, he had long known other tribes like the back of his hand, and he also knew how much weight An Ziyang and others had. So although he sent his subordinates to investigate, he had long preset the result in his heart.

But this time, he did not wait for the expected affirmative answer.

"Great Khan..."

That Tatar Heaven-Man expert stammered.

"Hmm?"

Altan Khan frowned, lowering his head to look at him.

"An accident?"

"How is that possible? Just those few Embroidered Uniform Guard members, along with a gang of beggars and routed soldiers, if I hadn't secretly helped, Ibula would have surrounded and killed them long ago. Now that they have taken out their means, and the other party has drilled into the trap, what accident could there be?"

"Are you trying to deceive me!"

He frowned, staring fixedly at the Tatar Heaven-Man expert.