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Chapter 44 Slaying the Flag and Assassinating the Commander (Please continue reading)

The defense here is extremely tight, with guards every three steps and sentries every five steps, and patrol teams coming and going in an endless stream.

But the unlucky guy Chen Ye was pretending to be seemed to be a familiar face here.

He staggered along, and the patrols he encountered only rudely laughed and cursed at him, urging him to hurry back to sleep, without arousing any suspicion.

This allowed Chen Ye to easily infiltrate the core area of ​​this region.

The tall stacks of grain and straw stood out conspicuously in the wind and snow.

Just as Chen Ye approached, a sharp shout came from behind him.

"stop!"

It's the language of the grasslands!

However, Chen Ye has spent a lot of time studying this grassland language. Because it is very simple and primitive, he was able to get the hang of it quickly and is now proficient in it.

He turned around and saw a burly general leading a group of personal guards walking briskly towards him.

"Which account are you from? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?!"

Chen Ye pretended to be drunk and mumbled incoherently, "General, I... I need to pee, I went to the wrong place."

Seeing his drunken state, the general's wariness lessened slightly.

The grassland men were addicted to alcohol. Although there was a ban in the army, it was common for them to sneak a few drinks in private. As long as it didn't interfere with their duties, he usually turned a blind eye.

"Go back! If you dare to wander around again, I'll chop off your head!" The general waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes, yes..." Chen Ye nodded and bowed in response, but his body swayed as he walked toward the general, as if he had not stood firmly.

A hint of disgust flashed in the general's eyes, and he was about to shout insults again.

But just as the two passed each other, a sudden change occurred!

A cold, eerie light flashed from Chen Ye's sleeve, faster than anyone could react!
The general's impatience and anger froze instantly. He looked down in disbelief at the throwing knife protruding from his throat, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

The change happened so fast that the surrounding soldiers didn't even realize what had happened.

Chen Ye didn't give them any time to react.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out several dark wine jars, then tossed them into the mountain of grain and straw.

This is a newly developed, enhanced version of the Molotov cocktail, which is more powerful and has a fiercer flame than the one he used at the Duke of Anguo's mansion.

boom! boom! boom!
The wine jar shattered, the pungent smell of kerosene spread everywhere, and the grain and straw, which had long been dried by the cold wind, were ignited almost instantly!
The biting wind became the best accomplice. The fire was fueled by the wind, and the wind fueled the fire. In just a few breaths, the flames leaped several meters high and quickly formed a sea of ​​fire, turning half the night sky a fiery red!

"Assassin! Fire!"

Only then did these guards realize what was happening, and they roared as they charged at Chen Ye.

But Chen Ye had already calculated the opportunity. With a leap, he disappeared into the shadows in the distance.

Inside the Chinese army's tent.

Yelü Boyang was drinking heartily from a golden cup.

The commotion outside the tent made him frown, and he was about to reprimand them when a strong smell of burning came in with the cold wind.

His heart skipped a beat, and he threw open the tent flap and rushed out.

When he saw the blazing fire in the direction of the grain supplies, the eyes of this ruler of the grasslands suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

"My provisions!"

Yelü Boyang let out a beast-like roar, his facial muscles contorted with extreme rage.

But he quickly forced himself to calm down.

He is the king of the grasslands and the backbone of tens of thousands of wolf riders. It is precisely at times like these that he must not lose his composure.

"Pass on my order! All units must restrain their soldiers. Anyone who dares to cause trouble during the chaos will be executed without mercy!"

"Order the rear guard to rush to the fire immediately and, at all costs, extinguish the fire for me!"

Clear military orders roared from his mouth one after another, and the already restless camp was indeed forcibly stabilized somewhat under his imposing presence. Just then, a soldier covered in charred soot and dressed in tattered clothes suddenly ran towards them.

As the soldier ran, he cried out in the grassland language, "Great Khan, the fire is out of control! Many of our brothers inside have died!"

Yelü Boyang was already extremely anxious, and when he saw someone escaping from the fire, he immediately shouted, "Come here, what's going on inside?"

Upon hearing this, the soldier staggered over quickly.

But just as he ran close, Yelü Boyang's sharp eyes suddenly narrowed.

Something is wrong!
This person's walking posture is subtly different from that of the grassland people who ride horses year-round!
Grassland men grow up on horseback, and their legs will unconsciously flare out. But this man, though he walks unsteadily, has legs that are so straight that he doesn't look like a grassland man at all!
This feeling is extremely subtle, and only someone with a keen eye could perceive it.

"Who are you?!" Yelü Boyang shouted sharply, his hand already on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

His reply was a series of flashes of cold light, as fast as lightning!
"Protect the Khan!"

Yelü Boyang twisted his body sharply to the side, narrowly avoiding the arrow aimed at his heart and throat. But a sharp pain still shot through his shoulder, where a throwing knife had already embedded itself.

In the blink of an eye, the guards surged forward like a tide, protecting Yelü Boyang tightly in the middle, their blades pointed directly at the assassin.

But the assassin didn't linger in the fight. He retreated and, like a ghost, disappeared into the darkness behind him, vanishing completely.

"Pfft!" Yelü Boyang pulled the throwing knife from his shoulder and felt a tingling sensation in the wound, rather than a sharp pain.

poisonous!

He felt a chill run down his spine. With such a top-notch assassin by his side, wouldn't he never be able to sleep or eat in peace?

However, he soon found that problem was gone.

At that very moment, the wolf-head banner above the central command tent behind him, symbolizing his supreme authority, broke in half and slowly drifted down.

Immediately afterwards, a roar echoed throughout the entire camp.

"Yelü Boyang is dead—!"

This shout was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a boiling oil pan.

The entire military camp fell into a deathly silence for a moment, then erupted into an even more earth-shattering uproar!

The ordinary soldiers in the distance, unaware of the truth, believed it almost immediately upon seeing the fallen banner.

This army was originally cobbled together from dozens of tribes, and was forcibly united by Yelü Boyang's prestige. Now that their leader is dead, the alliance has immediately collapsed!

"The Khan is dead! Run!"

"Go back to the tribe! We can't become cannon fodder for other tribes!"

Countless cavalrymen began to turn their horses around and scatter in all directions, and the scene was completely out of control.

"Damn it, I'm still here!" Yelü Boyang was so angry he almost vomited blood, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the huge chaos.

He knew that all was lost!
"Withdraw! Retreat back to Tongjun first, then regroup!" he roared through gritted teeth, unwilling to give up.

But just then, a deafening battle cry suddenly came from the direction of the capital!
The city gates swung open, and countless heavily armored Imperial Guards, like a black tide, led by Tong Lei, surged towards the chaotic grassland camp.

This was the secret order that Chen Ye, in his capacity as emperor, gave to Tong Lei before he arrived.

Firelight is the signal, chaos is the order!
Once spotted, troops will be dispatched immediately.

Yelü Boyang felt dizzy and the tingling sensation in his shoulder had spread to half of his body, making it extremely difficult for him to even lift his arm.

Knowing that he was now at the brink of death, he could only retreat in a sorry state under the protection of his guards.

In the chaos, a guard with blood on his face silently approached, grabbed his swaying body, and said anxiously, "Your Majesty, I will protect you and fight our way out!"

Upon hearing this, Yelü Boyang felt somewhat relieved.

But the next second, he felt a sudden chill on the back of his neck.

A short blade pierced his cervical spine with precision and cruelty.

　This dungeon is about to end, please continue reading!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)