xymnovel Chapter 179 The Turbulent Times Rise Again on the Grasslands
Chapter 179 The Turbulent Times Rise Again on the Grasslands
"Thank you for your kindness, my lord!"
"Yuanqing will definitely not let you down!"
Upon hearing this, Guo Jia was overjoyed:
As he spoke, he turned around to go find Pei Yuanqing to convey this "good news".
Pei Yuanqing had just arrived in Cangyun City when Sun Wukong and his companions, true to his character, had already gone to conquer Qizhou.
Although Wang Xiangyang was not very old, he was calm and composed, and he couldn't connect with Pei Yuanqing.
Needless to say, Xuanwu is even worse; it can't utter a single fart in ages.
Therefore, Guo Jia, a naturally dissolute playboy, started hanging out with him.
Watching Guo Jia's hurried departure, Su Ye couldn't help but shake his head.
He thought to himself: This Fengxiao is really a character; he's so dedicated to recommending someone.
However, having someone like him around can actually add a bit of relaxation and fun to this tense situation.
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Meanwhile, on the northern grasslands, the Qing Taizu Nurhaci was born with his Aisin Gioro clan.
The Jurchens split and established the Manchu people.
Meanwhile, Temujin, who lived next to the Jurchen tribe, had already cleared away the lingering effects of the Xiongnu tribe.
They successfully changed the Xiongnu people to the Mongol ethnicity and then rested and recuperated for several months.
Temujin's Mongols had fully absorbed the resources gained from the previous period of expansion.
They began to have the initial capital to expand outwards.
Meanwhile, the Longyao tribe, located in the heart of the grasslands, gradually began to trade with Cangzhou.
Saihan, the leader of the Longyao tribe, was also unwilling to remain idle.
The entire tribe began to prepare for war, under Saihan's call.
They were eyeing other tribes on the grasslands with predatory intent.
At this moment, on the vast grasslands that once belonged to the Xiongnu tribes, a gentle breeze caressed the felt of the Mongolian tents, bringing with it a refreshing scent of grass.
Inside the large tent, after a period of rest and recuperation, the Mongol warriors have regained their former strength and vitality.
They sat around the fire, their faces beaming with confident smiles, their eyes revealing their anticipation for the future.
"Haha, it seems it's time to let our horses' hooves crush those fragile tribes once more!"
A Mongol warrior laughed loudly, his laughter echoing throughout the tent, eliciting a chorus of agreement.
"That's right, which of our Mongolian men isn't brave and skilled in battle?"
"Now that the Jurchen Wanyan clan and the Jurchen Manchu tribe have just split and are much weaker than before, it's the perfect opportunity for us to take advantage of their situation!"
Another warrior excitedly waved his saber, as if he could already see victory.
"Hmph, those Jurchen tribes used to bully us Xiongnu, oh no, I mean Mongols, just because they had a large number of people."
"Now that they are divided, it's the perfect time for us to take our revenge!"
A warrior with a full beard said through gritted teeth.
He was previously a member of the Northern Xiongnu.
The Xiongnu had previously split into various tribes, each fighting its own battles.
Naturally, they were often bullied by the relatively united Jurchen tribes.
"Yes, not only must we seek revenge, but we must also show them the might of the Mongolians!"
"Let them understand who the true king is on this grassland!"
The four heroes under Temujin's command also joined in, and Borju stood up and said with great enthusiasm.
The generals who originally belonged to the Xiongnu, along with the steppe people who had recently joined the Mongol tribe and the four heroes, four dogs, and four sons under Temujin.
They chatted enthusiastically, each offering their own opinion.
Everyone's face was filled with fighting spirit and longing, as if they couldn't wait to step onto the battlefield and demonstrate the courage and strength of the Mongolian people.
Just then, the curtain of the main tent was lifted.
Temujin, a man of imposing stature and dignified appearance, walked in.
He looked around at the Mongolian warriors sitting around the fire and nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good, it seems you are all ready."
"Well then, I won't say anything more."
"Let's take advantage of the Jurchen tribes' division and weakened state to launch a surprise attack!"
Temujin's voice was firm and powerful, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory.
"The Khan is wise!"
The Mongolian warriors shouted in unison, their voices deafening.
They all stood up, gripping their weapons tightly, awaiting the Khan's next command.
Temujin smiled slightly and waved for everyone to quiet down.
"This operation must be swift as lightning and fierce as a tiger!"
"Let's catch them off guard and show them the might of our newly formed Mongolian people!"
He walked to the map and pointed in the direction of the Jurchen tribe.
His men nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with a desire for victory and admiration for Temujin.
Following Temujin's instructions.
In the days that followed, his four heroes and four dogs, along with the Mongolian warriors, began intensive preparations for battle.
They honed their weapons, trained their horses, and devised battle plans, all in an orderly manner.
On the grassland, a gentle breeze blows and the sun shines brightly.
The Mongolian warriors, clad in leather armor and wielding spears, stood in a proud and imposing formation.
The Mongolian warriors, clad in leather armor and wielding spears, stood in a proud and imposing formation.
His face radiated confidence and pride, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.
Temujin stood on a high place, overlooking the grassland that belonged to him.
His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, exuding an aura of dominance that could not be underestimated.
He knew that now was the perfect time to strike.
The Jurchen Wanyan clan and the Jurchen Manchu people have just split, and their strength has been greatly diminished.
This was the perfect opportunity for them to take advantage of the chaos and conquer the two tribes in one fell swoop.
"Wolves on the grasslands!"
Temujin shouted, his voice echoing across the grassland, "Look, the two tribes next to us have already split apart."
"Like a wounded beast, this is the time for us to strike!"
"We must bite them like hungry wolves, and show them the might of our Mongol warriors!"
Upon hearing this, the Mongolian warriors below were immediately filled with fervor and shouted in unison, "Conquer them! Conquer them!"
Its sound shook the heavens and its momentum was like a rainbow.
"We split our forces into two groups, one to deal with the Wanyan clan and the other to deal with the Manchus."
"We must strike like lightning, swiftly shattering their defenses and catching them completely off guard!"
Temujin nodded in satisfaction and continued.
"Yes, sir!"
His four generals and other generals were eager to try their skills.
This battle will be a golden opportunity for them to make a name for themselves and will be the first step in the rise of the Mongol people.
This is also the most important step!
"Each of you lead a group of men, and you must proceed with extreme caution and not underestimate the enemy."
"Remember, our goal is to conquer them, not to perish with them."
"Therefore, we must outsmart them, not overpower them."
Temujin turned to Muqali and Chilaun, who were standing at the forefront of the generals, and spoke to them.
"Here you go!"
Finally, on a dark and windy night, the Mongolian warriors set off quietly under the cover of darkness.
They rode swift horses across the grasslands, brandishing their sabers and shouting as they charged toward the camp of one of the Jurchen tribes.
That night, flames soared into the sky, and the sounds of battle were deafening.
The Mongolian warriors were as unstoppable as tigers descending the mountain; they fought bravely and were invincible.
The Jurchen tribe scattered in panic and were unable to organize an effective resistance.