The Human Emperor

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Although there was nothing in front of him, Dalun Ruozan felt that a pair of eyes had been watching him all this time.

This was an invisible contest, and no matter what, Dalun Ruozan would not permit himself to lose, much less to a seventeen-year-old boy.

”But can you really be confident that we can outlast them?” Huoshu Huicang asked, as sharp as ever.

Dalun Ruozan instantly fell quiet.

This was a race, and in this race, neither he nor Wang Chong held any sort of advantage. Thus, neither side naturally had any confidence to declare that they could last until the end.

”No matter what, we can never lose. Definitely not!”

Dalun Ruozan clenched his fists.

Alas, if only I had a little more time.

Dalun Ruozan looked up at the roof of tent, leaving these words unspoken.

Flapflap!

Suddenly, Dalun Ruozan and Huoshu Huicang heard the flapping of wings and a thump. It seemed like someone had left something on the tent.

It took only a few moments for a black pigeon to slide down from the top of the tent and enter.

”Mm?”

Dalun Ruozan and Huoshu Huicang looked at each other, the surprise evident in both their eyes. This was no ordinary carrier pigeon. If he remembered correctly, they had received a pigeon like this not too long ago.

For a second to arrive so soon was not a normal sign.

”Iʼll go and take a look.”

After a few moments of silence, Huoshu Huicang strode past Dalun Ruozan and untied the message from the leg of the black pigeon. As he glanced over the letter, he began to frown, his expression turning stranger and stranger.

”Whatʼs wrong?”

”Congratulations! The thing you anticipated has occurred!”

Huoshu Huicang flicked his finger and sent the letter into Dalun Ruozanʼs hand. Flabbergasted, Dalun Ruozan looked down at the letter, and his expression instantly changed.

”Wonderful!”

Dalun Ruozan couldnʼt help but shout at this news, completely elated.

”Time is now on our side.”

Dalun Ruozanʼs creased brow instantly relaxed, the heavy clouds clearing away.

Wang Zhongsiʼs appearance had shaken the entire plateau. The entire Ü-Tsang Empire once more felt an unprecedented threat, with even the Tsenpo feeling a deep unease, finding it hard to eat or sleep.

After all, Wang Zhongsi was one of the few people to have succeeded in invading the plateau. He had even almost managed to occupy the capital. The Tsenpo feared Wang Zhongsi even more than he feared the plague now spreading across the plateau.

The black pigeon had only brought a single piece of news: in order to deal with Wang Zhongsi, the Tsenpo had even transferred the forces of the Lhasa Royal Lineage, the Yatse Royal Lineage, and a portion of the capitalʼs guards to Longxi to reinforce King of Generals We Tadra Khonglo.

It had to be stated that the Tsenpo had always remained above the four royal lineages and rarely involved himself in wars between the empire and other countries. His actions clearly conveyed how deeply the Tsenpo feared Wang Zhongsi.

This was a surprising harvest to Dalun Ruozan. There was no doubt that he had won even more time.

”Hahaha, pass on my order. After another two days, weʼll start looking for a day to do battle!”

Dalun Ruozanʼs laughter resounded over the tent, and this newest order was quickly spread across the entire Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army.

”Letʼs go, Huoshu Huicang! Let us eat the rice of Erhai.”

Dalun Ruozan roared with laughter, his entire face suffused with a ruddy glow as he walked out of the tent.

……

”The situation doesnʼt look good! The Tibetans are starting fires to cook rice!”

On the mountain, several generals of the Annan Protectorate army had gathered, and Lin Wushou was looking down the mountain, his brow deeply furrowed.

The Tibetans and Mengshe Zhao were sending scouts every day to keep watch on the mountain, so why wouldnʼt the Annan Protectorate army keep a close watch on them?

The number of cooking fires in the Tibetan camp was at least ten times as many as it had been the last few days.

”The Tibetans are eating the food of Mengshe Zhao,” Lin Wushou said with a gloomy expression.

It was no secret that the Tibetan food supply had been cut off and that they were now eating the food provided by Mengshe Zhao. But the situation this time was completely different.

The sudden increase in the number of cooking fires indicated that the Tibetans had completely accepted the food of Mengshe Zhao.

A people that lived on horseback had truly managed to stomach the food of an agricultural society.