Chapter 110 Shadow of the Wolf
And when Su Ye returned to Cangzhou at night, it was on the grassland at the same time.

In the far northern border, a vast part of the grassland was divided and ruled by the Northern and Southern Xiongnu.

In this grassland, the southern part is lush and has herds of cattle and sheep, while the Gobi Desert in the north is the territory of Temujin of the Northern Xiongnu.

Temujin, a warrior whose name echoed like thunder on the grasslands in recent years, his eyes were as sharp as a wolf and his heart was as tough as the desert.

This year, the leader of the Southern Xiongnu led a large number of able-bodied men south to forage for grass and valleys, intending to plunder more abundant resources and land.

At one point, only the elderly, the weak, the sick and a small number of guards were left in the Southern Xiongnu camp.

The news reached the Gobi Desert in the north, which had now been renamed the Northern Huns camp of the Mongols. A cunning light 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 Huns, but also showed his dignity and glory.

He wore a sharp scimitar on his waist, the blade flashing with cold light, as if it could cut through all obstacles and difficulties.

This scimitar was his closest comrade-in-arms and witnessed his countless glories and victories.

Temujin wore a tall leather hat inlaid with precious gems that sparkled brightly.

This hat is not only his symbol, but also a sign of him as a leader, representing his power and status, as well as his loyalty and responsibility to the Northern Huns.

Deep in the vast grassland, Temujin, the leader of the Mongolian people, sits in a towering tent.

His eyes were deep and sharp, like the stars in the night sky, flashing with wisdom and determination; his gaze was like a torch, staring towards the south.

He knew that the weakness of the Southern Xiongnu provided him with an excellent opportunity to unify the grassland, and now was the time to act.

Temujin summoned his four heroes - Borchu, Muqali, Borchu, and Chilaowen, and four dogs - Subutai, Jelemi, Jebe, and Kublai.

These eight warriors were the most elite force of the Northern Huns, and Temujin trusted their respective talents and loyalty.

"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 firm.

His eyes swept over the four heroes and four dogs one by one, as if looking for resonance and determination.

Inside the big tent, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.

Temujin sat in the main seat, his eyes sweeping over every warrior present, as if examining their determination and courage.

The four heroes and four dogs stood on both sides, their eyes firm and sharp, revealing their loyalty to Temujin and their desire for the upcoming battle.

"The Southern Xiongnu went south to raid the valleys but returned without success. They are now extremely weak. This is a great opportunity for us to unify the Southern and Northern Xiongnu."

"I called you here to discuss specific countermeasures."

Temujin was the first to break the silence. His voice was like the wind on the grassland, low and powerful.

Borchu, one of the most powerful warriors of the Northern Xiongnu, had a burly figure and a rugged face.

He took a step forward and said in a loud voice: "Great Khan, I am willing to lead my warriors to charge into battle and fight for the glory of the Northern Huns!"

"Borchu's bravery is unmatched, but war does not rely solely on force. We need to formulate a careful strategy to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

Muhuali, one of Temujin's four wise and brave men, also stood up. He smiled slightly and took over the conversation.

Boershu, a skilled archer who was skilled in horseback archery, said calmly: "I suggest launching the attack at night, taking advantage of our horseback archery advantage to catch the Southern Xiongnu off guard."

"I have sent several reconnaissance teams deep into the territory of the Southern Xiongnu. We will monitor their movements in real time and provide accurate intelligence for the battle."

Chi Lao Wen, a reconnaissance expert who was good at lurking and spying, also whispered.

Temujin nodded in approval and turned his gaze to the four mastiffs: "Subutai, Jelemei, Jebe, and Kublai, what suggestions do you have?"

"We should take advantage of the internal contradictions within the Southern Xiongnu to divide and disintegrate their forces. Let them consume their strength in the internecine struggle, and then we will reap the benefits." Subutai said with a sneer.

"Great Khan, as long as you give the order, my cavalry and I will sweep across the grassland like a hurricane, leaving the Southern Xiongnu with nowhere to escape!"

Jermei, the cavalry commander who was proficient in riding, also looked at Temujin proudly.

Temujin listened to everyone's suggestions and 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."

"Mu Huali, come and make a detailed plan."

"As ordered!"

Mu Huali took the order and left, and the tent fell into silence again.

Temujin's gaze swept over everyone one by one, and finally stopped at the distant sky.

There, a red sun was rising slowly, illuminating the entire grassland.

The next day.

Temujin summoned the Mongolian tribesmen, who were the toughest warriors in the Gobi Desert. Each of them had eyes as cold and determined as a wolf.

Temujin rode on his black warhorse, like a towering mountain, unshakable.

He drew the scimitar from his waist. The blade flashed with cold light, reflecting his deep face.

"The sheep of the South are without a shepherd. It is time for us to take back what is ours."

Temujin's voice was as sharp as the north wind, reaching the ears of every soldier.

They roared in unison, like a pack of wolves in the wilderness, shaking the entire Gobi Desert.

Temujin looked at the warriors in front of him, his heart filled with pride.

He knew that with the support and assistance of these warriors, he would be able to achieve the great cause of unifying the grassland.

So, he resolutely drew the scimitar from his waist, raised it above his head, and declared loudly: "Go south! Unify the Xiongnu!"

Following Temujin's order, the Mongolian army swept towards the Southern Xiongnu camp like a strong wind on the grassland.

The cavalry galloped, the flags covered the sun, and the wind on the grassland seemed to be whistling for them.

The four heroes and four dogs led their respective troops and followed closely behind, their eyes full of determination and expectation.

They crossed the vast grasslands, climbed over steep mountains, and crossed the turbulent rivers.

The vanguard troops led by Borchu, like a sharp knife, penetrated deeply into the heart of the Southern Xiongnu.

Mu Huali's wisdom enabled the Northern Huns to always have a tactical advantage.

The horse riding and archery skills of Borshu and Chilaowen terrified the enemy.

The bravery and cruelty of the four dogs struck fear into the hearts of the Southern Xiongnu soldiers.

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 the generals acted independently, making it impossible to form an effective resistance.

The Mongolian cavalry under Temujin's command swept in like an unstoppable torrent, making it impossible for the Southern Xiongnu soldiers to resist.

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(End of this chapter)