Chapter 183: The Grassland Storm Resurfaces
"Thank you so much, my lord!"

"Yuanqing will definitely not let you down!"

When Guo Jia heard this, he was overjoyed:

As he said this, he turned around and was about to find Pei Yuanqing to convey this "good news".

Pei Yuanqing had just arrived in Cangyun City, and Sun Wukong and his men, who matched his personality, had already gone to conquer Qizhou.

Although Wang Xiangyang is not very old, he has a calm personality and cannot get along well with Pei Yuanqing.

Not to mention Xuanwu, who couldn't even fart for a long time.

Therefore, Guo Jia, a playboy by nature, went to play with him.

Looking at Guo Jia's hurriedly leaving back, Su Ye couldn't help but shook his head.

I thought to myself: Feng Xiao is really a funny guy. He works so hard just to recommend someone.

But then again, having someone like him around can add some ease and fun to this tense situation.

At this time on the northern prairie, Nurhaci, the founder of the Qing Dynasty, was born with the Aisin-Gioro clan.

Split the Jurchens and establish the Manchus.

On the other side, Temujin, who was adjacent to the Jurchen tribe, had also cleared out the remaining waves of the Xiongnu tribe.

The Huns were successfully transformed into Mongols, and after several months of recuperation.

Temujin's Mongols had completely digested the resources brought about by the previous expansion.

We are beginning to have the initial capital to expand outward.

The Longyao tribe, located in the heart of the grassland, also gradually began to trade with Cangzhou.

Saihan, the leader of the Longyao tribe, is also unwilling to be lonely.

The entire tribe began to prepare for war under Saihan's call.

They were eyeing other tribes on the grassland covetously.

At this time, on the vast grassland that was originally the home of the Xiongnu tribe, the breeze gently blew the felt cloth of the Mongolian tent, bringing bursts of fresh grass fragrance.

Inside the big tent, after a period of rest and recuperation, the Mongolian warriors have now regained their former strength and vitality.

They sat around the fire, confident smiles on their faces and their eyes revealed their expectations for the future.

"Haha, it looks like it's time to let our horses' hooves crush those fragile tribes once again!"

A Mongolian warrior said with a loud laugh, his laughter echoed in the big tent, causing a chorus of people to echo him.

"That's right. Among us Mongolian men, who is not brave and good at fighting?"

"Now that the Jurchen Wanyan clan and the Jurchen Manchu clan have just split up, their strength is not as strong as before. This is a good opportunity for us to take advantage of the situation and rob them!"

Another warrior waved his saber excitedly, as if he had already seen the scene of victory.

"Humph, those Jurchen tribes used to bully us Xiongnu, oh no, the Mongols, by relying on their numbers."

"Now that they are divided among themselves, it is time for us to take revenge!"

A bearded warrior said this through gritted teeth.

He was previously a member of the Northern Huns.

It’s just that the Huns had previously split into various tribes, and everyone fought on their own.

Naturally, they were often bullied by the relatively united Jurchen tribes.

"Yes, not only do we want revenge, but we also want to let them know how powerful we Mongolians are!"

"Let them know who is the real king on this grassland!"

The four heroes under Temujin also joined in. Borshu stood up and said with great passion.

The generals who originally belonged to the Huns, the grassland people who had newly joined the Mongols, and the four heroes, four dogs, and four sons under Temujin.

The discussion was heated with everyone talking at once.

Everyone's face was filled with fighting spirit and desire, as if they couldn't wait to step onto the battlefield to demonstrate the courage and strength of the Mongolian people.

At this moment, the curtain of the big tent was lifted.

Temujin, a tall and dignified man, walked in.

He looked around at the Mongolian warriors sitting around the fire and nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good, it seems you are all ready."

"Then I won't say anything more." "Let's take advantage of the fact that the Jurchen tribes are divided and weak and launch a surprise attack on them!"

Temujin's voice was firm and powerful, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"Khan is wise!"

The Mongolian warriors shouted in unison, the sound was deafening.

They all stood up, gripping their weapons tightly, waiting for the Khan's next order.

Temujin smiled slightly and waved his hand for everyone to be quiet.

"This time, we must act as fast as lightning and as fierce as tigers and leopards!"

"Catch them off guard and let them know how powerful our new Mongolian race is!"

He walked to the map and pointed in the direction of the Jurchen tribe.

All the people under his command nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with desire for victory and admiration for Temujin.

Following Temujin's instructions.

In the following days, the four heroes, four dogs and other people under his command began intensive preparations for war with the Mongolian warriors.

They sharpened their weapons, trained their horses, and made battle plans, and everything went on in an orderly manner.

On the grassland, the breeze is blowing and the sun is shining.

The Mongolian warriors, wearing leather armor and holding spears, stood in line with a heroic and proud look.

His face was filled with confidence and pride, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Temujin stood on a high place, overlooking the grassland that belonged to him.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, revealing a domineering aura that should not be underestimated.

He knew that now was the right time to strike.

Now the Jurchen Wanyan clan and the Jurchen Manchus have just split, and their strength has been greatly weakened.

This was a perfect opportunity for them to take advantage of the situation and conquer the two tribes in one fell swoop.

"Wolves on the prairie!"

Temujin shouted loudly, his voice echoing across the grassland, "Look, the two tribes next to us have split."

"Like a wounded beast, it's time for us to strike!"

"We must bite them like hungry wolves and let them know how powerful we Mongolian warriors are!"

The Mongolian warriors below were immediately excited when they heard this, and they shouted in unison: "Conquer them! Conquer them!"

The sound shakes the sky and the momentum is like a rainbow.

"We will split our forces into two groups, one to deal with the Wanyan clan, and the other to deal with the Manchus."

"We must break through their defenses as fast as lightning and catch them off guard!"

Temujin nodded with satisfaction and continued.

"Leader!"

The four heroes and other generals under his command are ready to give it a try.

This battle will be a great opportunity for them to become famous and the first step in the rise of the Mongolian people.

It is also the most important step!
"Each of you will lead your own troops. Please be careful and do not underestimate the enemy."

"Remember, our goal is to conquer them, not to perish with them."

"So, you have to outsmart them, not outmaneuver them."

Temujin turned around and spoke to Muhuali, Chilaowen and others who were standing at the front of the generals.

"Here!"

Finally, on a dark and windy night, the Mongolian warriors set out quietly under the cover of darkness.

They rode on the fast horses on the grassland, brandished sabers, and shouted as they rushed towards the camp of one of the Jurchen tribes.

That night, flames shot up to the sky and the sounds of killing were deafening.

The Mongolian warriors were as unstoppable as a tiger descending from a mountain. They fought bravely and were invincible.

The people of that Jurchen tribe fled in panic and were unable to organize any effective resistance.

(End of this chapter)