xymnovel Chapter 107 The Embers of War
Chapter 107 The Embers of War
Chapter 111 The Embers of War
The vanguard led by Borchu was the first to bear the brunt, and they plunged deep into the Southern Xiongnu's defenses like a sharp knife.
Borchu led the charge, wielding his broadsword with incredible skill, each swing taking the life of an enemy.
Muqali then led a troop of elite cavalry to launch an attack on the Southern Xiongnu from the flank.
Taking advantage of the terrain and their speed, they constantly harassed and attacked the enemy's rear, leaving the Southern Xiongnu soldiers unable to defend effectively.
Meanwhile, Borju, Chilaowen, Jebe, and others led archer units to suppress the Southern Xiongnu from a distance.
Their arrows rained down like raindrops, preventing the Southern Xiongnu soldiers from raising their heads.
Every time he drew his bow and shot an arrow, he took the life of an enemy, contributing his strength to the victory of the Northern Xiongnu.
The other four mastiffs led their respective troops, roaming the battlefield, searching for the enemy's weak points to attack.
They are like a pack of wolves on the grassland; once they find a target, they will tear it apart frantically until they completely annihilate the enemy.
At the height of the battle, Temujin would sometimes even personally lead a group of warriors into the Southern Xiongnu camp.
Wielding his scimitar, he slashed left and right, each swing taking the life of an enemy.
Beside him, the Four Heroes and the Four Dogs followed closely, their swords flashing and their figures intertwining with Temujin's, forming an unstoppable force.
The remaining remnants of the Southern Xiongnu were being driven back by the Mongol warriors under Temujin's command, and their morale had long since plummeted.
The Mongol warriors fought with increasing ferocity, their hearts filled with a desire for victory and reverence for Temujin.
Moreover, regarding the Southern Xiongnu.
Temujin did not indiscriminately slaughter; instead, he took advantage of the emptiness of the Southern Xiongnu camp to quickly seize important resources and strategic locations.
They also sent small groups of troops to harass the Southern Xiongnu's returning reinforcements, preventing them from concentrating their efforts on launching a counterattack.
He himself personally commanded the central army, using his wisdom and courage to direct every battle.
Under Temujin's command, the Mongol army was as agile and cunning as a pack of wolves.
They used their terrain and troop strength to continuously weaken the Southern Xiongnu.
The Southern Xiongnu, faced with Temujin's wisdom and courage, were like lambs to the slaughter, powerless to resist.
When the few Khans of the Southern Xiongnu who had returned alive from their southward raids to the grasslands returned to the northern grasslands, exhausted and desperate, all they found was devastation and the wolf-patterned banner left behind by Temujin.
The news came like a bolt from the blue, catching them completely off guard.
They hastily assembled the remaining troops and attempted to return to the northern grasslands to provide reinforcements.
But Temujin was too fast. His army swept across the entire grassland like a whirlwind, leaving the Southern Xiongnu with only endless fear and despair.
The army they left on the grasslands was already almost gone, and most of the Southern Xiongnu territory had been seized by Temujin.
Seeing the miserable state of the army before them, the Khans who had just suffered a Waterloo at Taiping Pass knelt down on the grass, their tears mingling with the soil and flowing into their broken hearts.
The gap between the two sides is too large!
Moreover, Temujin had the advantage of striking first and gaining a time advantage over the Southern Xiongnu.
Meanwhile, most of the capable fighters within the Southern Xiongnu tribe had just been lost at Taiping Pass.
Even the Southern Xiongnu's top general and only war god, Tefrin, was instantly killed by Baihu at Taiping Pass.
Therefore, facing the full strength of Temujin's forces, including the Four Heroes Borchu, Muqali, Borju, Chilaun, the Four Dogs Subutai, Jelme, Jebe, Kublai, the Four Sons Juchi, Chagatai, Ögedei, and Tolui, a truly luxurious lineup.
The Southern Xiongnu were completely overwhelmed and had no chance to fight back.
Ultimately, under the leadership of Temujin and his four heroes, four dogs, and four sons, the Mongols swiftly conquered the Southern Xiongnu before most of the tribes on the grasslands could react.
Their banners flew high on the battlefield, proclaiming the victory of the Northern Xiongnu and the unification of the Xiongnu tribes.
Temujin stood on high ground, overlooking the entire battlefield.
His heart was filled with pride and joy; he knew he had fulfilled the dreams and aspirations of the Xiongnu people.
The remaining task was to reorganize the Xiongnu and prepare for war.
A tiger eyeing the entire grassland!
This also means that Temujin truly represented the entire Xiongnu tribe, or rather, the Mongol people.
They were added to the bloody meat grinder of the northern grasslands.
The wind blew from the far north, carrying news of the Xiongnu's unification, and swept across the entire grassland.
At this moment, Wanyan Aguda of the Jurchen tribe sat cross-legged in his tent, clutching a secret report in his hand, which read: "Temujin of the Northern Xiongnu has unified the entire Xiongnu!"
Looking at the secret report in his hand, a complex emotion flashed in Wanyan Aguda's eyes.
He was an ambitious leader who dreamed of leading the Jurchen people to a wider world.
However, Temujin's rise and the unification of the Xiongnu brought him unprecedented pressure.
He took a deep breath and slowly stood up.
He knew that at this time, he had to gather his clansmen to discuss countermeasures.
So he stepped out of the tent and stood on the vast grassland.
The sky was a clear, deep blue, and the sunlight shone on Wanyan Aguda, bathing him in a golden glow.
He looked around and saw that his people were either busy preparing food or gathered together chatting and laughing.
However, he knew that this tranquility was about to be shattered.
Wanyan Aguda called out the names of his people loudly, his voice echoing across the grassland.
Soon, the tribespeople gathered around him, their faces filled with curiosity and anticipation.
Wanyan Aguda looked at his people, whose eyes were filled with trust and reliance.
He knew he couldn't let them down.
So he took a deep breath and loudly announced the news of Temujin's unification of the Xiongnu.
The clansmen immediately began to discuss the matter, some with surprise, some with worry, and some with anger.
Wanyan Aguda waited quietly, knowing that they needed time to process the news.
Finally, the murmurs among the clansmen gradually subsided.
"Temujin's rise is both a challenge and an opportunity for our Jurchen people."
"Next, a hungry wolf has appeared on the grassland; we need to be even more careful."
Wanyan Aguda looked at them and slowly spoke.
Wanyan Wuqimai, Wanyan Loushi, Wanyan Yinshuke, Wanyan Guo, Wanyan Liang, Wanyan Gemu, Wanyan Yindanzi, and others were all outstanding figures among the Jurchen people, each possessing extraordinary talent and courage.
At this moment, they followed Wanyan Aguda into the tent one after another, each with a solemn expression on their face.
Wanyan Aguda looked at them and felt a sense of comfort.
He knew that these people were the hope of the Jurchen people and the strength they needed to face challenges together.