Chapter 89: The Buluhui Tribe Swallows the Tatar Tribe Whole

"First, we used the Jin Kingdom to plunge the entire Tatar people into panic, then sent letters to the nobles of each tribe, deliberately exposing our whereabouts to stir up contradictions between them. Indeed, although the leader of the Buluhui tribe is young, he is deeply scheming. If he is allowed to grow, he may well become our great enemy in the future."

For some time, Temujin had been sending people to investigate the situation of the Tatar tribe and the movements of Nie Huaishang and his group. For some reason, Nie Huaishang gave him a very dangerous feeling, the kind of danger where the moment one lowered one's guard, the other would put one to death.

Hearing Temujin speak thus, Jochi could not help but stand up and say, "Father Khan, I have had people investigate. That Buluhui tribe was previously the weakest among the six major Tatar tribes. Although they changed leaders later and their strength constantly rose, their troops only increased from five hundred to three thousand. As for the people of the other Tatar tribes, they still number over twenty thousand. It would be very difficult for the Buluhui tribe to win."

Temujin nodded and said, "Jochi, being able to investigate an opponent's strength before engaging in battle shows you have the quality to command thousands of soldiers and tens of thousands of horses. My years of teaching you have not been in vain."

Hearing his father's praise, Jochi was very happy and quickly said, "Father, I have already sent people to investigate the Tatar tribe. If there is any new situation, they will ride hard to come and tell us."

"Is that so? Then our father and son have had the same thought. Hahaha." After Temujin finished speaking, he laughed heartily. Jochi, feeling embarrassed, touched his head and laughed along.

At that moment, between the father and son, endless joy and warmth overflowed, as if the whole world was infected by their laughter, filling the atmosphere with harmony.

"Report!" Just then, a scout returned riding hard.

"Hey, Shilie, I sent you to investigate the news yesterday. You are back so quickly. Do you have the latest battle report?" Looking at the returning scout, Jochi helped him up and asked gently.

"Reporting to the Crown Prince, reporting to the Khan: Last night, the nobles of the Tatar tribe launched a mutiny. The leader of the Tatar tribe sent troops to suppress it. Just at that moment, another leader of the Buluhui tribe brought his troops and killed over." The scout recalled that battle; the corners of his mouth and his legs began to tremble, as if remembering extremely terrifying scenes.

"The Tatar people were defeated. All tribes were broken by the Buluhui tribe in a single night. Everyone submitted at their feet."

"Impossible!" Jochi, furious, grabbed Shilie's collar and asked, "The Tatar people have over twenty thousand troops. How could they lose to the Buluhui tribe, which has only three thousand, in a single night?"

"Because in that battle, a god descended. The leader of that Buluhui tribe is the god himself." Shilie's tone left Jochi and Temujin somewhat stunned.

"What nonsense are you talking? What leader of the Buluhui tribe is a god? If you speak such nonsense again, I will give you a solid beating." Jochi spoke while pushing Shilie out.

This official named Shilie had always been very capable, so he wanted to save his life. Jochi, while pulling Shilie out, said to his father, "Father Khan, I will punish him well when I return, so that he will never dare to talk nonsense again."

"I am not talking nonsense. You do not know what I saw. I saw the leader of the Buluhui tribe controlling thunder and lightning. No, that is not right. That night, the god brought his troops to punish those rebels who dared to resist him. The god pointed a finger at the sky, and the thunder above the sky roared down at those rebels. Those rebels who dared to provoke the majesty of the god were instantly struck into ash and scattered." Shilie spoke these words with a very devout expression.

Looking at the mad scout, Temujin waved his hand and said, "You may go down."

Temujin and Jochi said nothing, waiting quietly for the scout Temujin had sent. This scout's words and expression were exactly the same as those of the one Jochi had sent.

This left them both somewhat puzzled. What situation was this? The Buluhui tribe had swallowed the Tatar tribe whole in a single night, and the returning intelligence personnel had gone mad.

On the other side, every person of the Tatar tribe looked at Guo Jing, who was riding on a horse, with great awe. The battle last night had given them too great a shock. Besides the thunder that destroyed heaven and earth, the weapons used by Guo Jing's troops were too bizarre. The armies of those tribal leaders all fell together at a position about four or five hundred paces away from them. This battle completely destroyed the petty thoughts of these nobles.

An army possessing the power of a god is not something that mere mortals like them can compare to.

Looking at the expressions of these people, Guo Jing thought to himself, "Seeing them like this, I suppose no one will oppose me when I seize the rich and distribute the land."

Returning to the tribe, Guo Jing could not wait to hold a meeting with Nie Huaishang. His mother, Li Ping, was also there. Since he had settled in the Buluhui tribe, he had brought his mother over.

"Jing'er, can you tell me why you accepted the enfeoffment of the Jin Kingdom?" After Li Ping asked, she stared hard at Guo Jing.

"Mother, to speak the truth, I do not want to either. But our strength is too weak; we simply do not have the power to overturn the table. Turning over on the Jin people is satisfying, but will we Song Ren not still become slaves of a fallen nation?" Guo Jing looked at his mother sincerely. Making the Song Ren not become slaves of a fallen nation is difficult; establishing a new world where everyone is equal is even harder. He must learn to bow his head.

"Mother, although we are now bowing our heads to the Jin people, one day we will surely destroy the Jin Kingdom. Zhang Chu'an is establishing a base in the Jin Kingdom and making a huge stir..." As Guo Jing spoke, he knelt down and made a promise to his mother.

"Alright, do not speak anymore. Just now, Huaishang already told me. I just wanted to hear you say it with your own mouth again. I am a woman; it is better for me not to know these secrets. If I speak them out, I do not know how much trouble will be added." After Li Ping finished speaking, she walked out quickly.

If she stayed there any longer, she would probably not be able to hold back her tears. In her eyes, Guo Jing was a child who went on a long journey at the age of four. After returning, he shouldered a responsibility heavier than Yue Wu Mu's direct strike against the Yellow Dragon. Her son had returned having become capable, having become mature, having to think hard about everything to avoid mistakes.

She had not participated in this growth. She did not know how much effort it took to learn these skills, nor how many things one had to experience to make an innocent youth become mature and cautious.

How tired must her son be?

Watching his mother's departing figure, Guo Jing said nothing, turned his head, and began to consult with Nie Huaishang.

"When I was eliminating the other tribes of the Tatar people, I felt that several people were watching us from a distance. At that time, it was a time for combat, and I could not spare myself to deal with them. Now Temujin knows about the weapons in our hands."

"Oh, if that is the case, then they certainly will not give us the chance to fight them head-on and become targets. However, the impact is not great. Even if Temujin knows about the weapons in our hands, he cannot produce them. Let alone the Wu Liu Ban weapons of the 1950s, they cannot even produce the matchlock muskets of the Ming Dynasty. They have no iron, no craftsmen; they cannot even gather enough armor." Nie Huaishang thought for a long time and could only think of one way for Temujin to get Wu Liu Ban: to snatch them from their hands.

However, snatching them from their hands would not only cost a great price; even if snatched, how many shots could they fire? They cannot produce bullets either. Without bullets, what are guns but firewood sticks?

Hmm, thinking this way, after organizing and training the people of the Tatar tribe, they have roughly fifteen thousand people. Although the number is less than Temujin's, there is still a considerable advantage.

Even if he is a generation's heavenly prodigy, he must at least use four archers to exchange for one musketeer.