xymnovel Chapter 106 The Shadow of the Gray Wolf
Chapter 106 The Shadow of the Gray Wolf
Chapter 110 The Shadow of the Gray Wolf
Meanwhile, on the grasslands at the same time, as Su Yexing returned to Cangzhou.
In the distant northern frontier, a vast part of the grasslands was divided and ruled by the northern and southern Xiongnu.
This grassland is divided into two parts: the southern grasslands are lush and abundant with cattle and sheep, while the northern Gobi Desert is the territory of Temujin, the Northern Xiongnu.
Temujin, a warrior whose name resounded like thunder across the grasslands for years, had eyes as sharp as a wolf and a heart as resilient as the desert.
That year, the leader of the Southern Xiongnu led a large number of able-bodied men south to raid for resources and land.
The Southern Xiongnu camp was once reduced to only the elderly, the infirm, the disabled, and a small number of guards.
When the news reached the northern Gobi Desert, now known as the Northern Xiongnu camp of the Mongol people, a cunning glint flashed in Temujin's eyes.
At this time, Temujin was wearing a dark robe embroidered with exquisite patterns, which not only reflected the traditional culture of the Northern Xiongnu, but also showed his nobility and glory.
A sharp curved sword was worn at his waist, its blade gleaming with a cold light, as if it could cleave through any obstacle or predicament.
This scimitar was his closest comrade-in-arms, witnessing his countless glories and victories.
Temujin wore a tall leather hat, inlaid with precious gems that shimmered with dazzling light.
This hat is not only his symbol, but also his mark as a leader, representing his power and status, as well as his loyalty and responsibility to the Northern Xiongnu.
Deep in the vast grasslands, Temujin, the current leader of the Mongol people, sits in his magnificent tent.
His eyes were deep and sharp, like stars in the night sky, gleaming with wisdom and decisiveness, his gaze fixed on the south.
He knew that the weakness of the Southern Xiongnu provided him with an excellent opportunity to unify the grasslands, and now was the time to act.
Temujin summoned the four heroes of Moxia—Borchu, Muqali, Borju, and Chilaun—as well as the four dogs Subutai, Jelme, Jebe, and Kublai.
These eight warriors were the most elite force of the Northern Xiongnu, and their individual talents and loyalty earned Temujin's trust.
"It's time for the southern grasslands to return to our embrace."
Temujin's voice was deep and powerful, like the north wind on the grassland, sharp and resolute.
His gaze swept over the four heroes and four dogs, as if searching for resonance and determination.
Inside the large tent, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.
Temujin sat in the main seat, his gaze sweeping over each of the warriors present, as if scrutinizing their determination and courage.
The Four Heroes and the Four Dogs stood on either side, their eyes firm and sharp, revealing their loyalty to Temujin and their eagerness for the upcoming battle.
"The Southern Xiongnu's southward raid on the grasslands failed, and they are now extremely weak. This is an excellent opportunity for us to unify the Northern and Southern Xiongnu."
"I have summoned you here to discuss specific countermeasures."
Temujin broke the silence first, his voice as deep and powerful as the wind on the grassland.
Borchu was one of the most outstanding warriors of the Northern Xiongnu. He was tall and strong with a rugged face.
He stepped forward and said in a loud voice, "Great Khan, I am willing to lead my warriors into battle and fight for the glory of the Northern Xiongnu!"
"Borchu's bravery is unmatched, but war is not solely about force. We need to devise a meticulous strategy to ensure success."
Muqali, one of the four heroes under Temujin, known for his wisdom and courage, also stepped forward. He smiled slightly and took over the conversation.
Borju, a skilled archer, calmly said, "I suggest we launch an attack at night, taking advantage of our mounted archery to catch the Southern Xiongnu off guard."
"I have already dispatched multiple reconnaissance teams deep into the territory of the Southern Xiongnu. We will keep abreast of their movements and provide accurate intelligence for the battle."
Chi Laowen, a skilled scout who was good at infiltration and espionage, also spoke in a low voice.
Temujin nodded approvingly, then turned his gaze to the four mastiffs: "Subutai, Jelme, Jebe, and Kublai, what suggestions do you have?"
"We should exploit the internal conflicts among the Southern Xiongnu to divide and weaken their forces. Let them deplete their strength through infighting, and then we can reap the benefits."
Subutai said with a cold laugh.
"Great Khan, at your command, my cavalry and I will sweep across the grasslands like a whirlwind, leaving the Southern Xiongnu nowhere to escape!"
Jelme, a cavalry commander skilled in horsemanship, also looked at Temujin with pride.
After listening to everyone's suggestions, Temujin had already made up his mind.
He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Your suggestions are all good, but we need a comprehensive strategy."
"Muhuali, you come up with a detailed plan."
"Yes, sir!"
Muqali accepted the order and left, and silence fell once again in the tent.
Temujin's gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on the distant horizon.
There, a red sun is slowly rising, illuminating the entire grassland.
The next day.
Temujin gathered his Mongol followers, the most resilient warriors on the Gobi Desert, each with eyes as cold and resolute as a wolf.
Temujin rode on his black warhorse, as imposing and unshakeable as a towering mountain.
He drew the curved sword from his waist, its blade gleaming coldly, reflecting on his deep-set face.
"The sheep in the south have lost their shepherds; it's time for us to reclaim what is rightfully ours."
Temujin's voice was as sharp as the north wind, reaching the ears of every soldier.
Their roars echoed across the Gobi Desert like a pack of wolves in the wilderness.
Temujin looked at the warriors before him, his heart filled with pride.
He knew that with the support and assistance of these warriors, he would surely be able to achieve the great cause of unifying the grasslands.
So he resolutely drew his scimitar from his waist, raised it high above his head, and loudly proclaimed, "Marching south! To unify the Xiongnu!"
With Temujin's command, the Mongol army swept across the southern Xiongnu camp like a whirlwind across the grasslands.
Iron cavalry galloped, banners blotted out the sun, and the wind on the grassland seemed to howl for them.
The four heroes and four dogs led their respective troops, following closely behind, their eyes filled with determination and anticipation.
They traversed vast grasslands, climbed steep mountains, and crossed turbulent rivers.
The vanguard led by Borchu, like a sharp knife, plunged deep into the heart of the Southern Xiongnu.
Wei Huali's wisdom enabled the Northern Xiongnu to maintain a tactical advantage throughout.
Borju and Chilaowen's mounted archery skills terrified the enemy.
The ferocity and cruelty of the four dogs instilled fear in the soldiers of the Southern Xiongnu.
As the Mongols gradually penetrated deeper into the territory of the Southern Xiongnu, the weakness and chaos of the Southern Xiongnu were gradually exposed.
After the Battle of Taiping Pass, the morale of the Southern Xiongnu soldiers was low, and their generals acted independently, making it impossible for them to form an effective resistance.
The Mongol cavalry under Temujin swept in like an unstoppable torrent, leaving the Southern Xiongnu soldiers unable to resist.