Chapter 181: Storm Rising on the Prairie Again

Thank you, my lord, for your kindness!

Yuanqing will certainly not disappoint you!

Upon hearing this, Guo Jia was overjoyed:

Saying this, he turned and went to find Pei Yuanqing to deliver this "good news".

Pei Yuanqing had just arrived in Azure Cloud City, and Sun Wukong, whose temperament suited him, had already gone to conquer Qi Zhou.

Although Wang Xiangyang is also not old, his temperament is steady, and he cannot get along in conversation with Pei Yuanqing.

As for Xuanwu, he couldn't even pass gas in half a day.

Therefore, Guo Jia, this naturally dissolute scoundrel, went to play with him.

Watching Guo Jia's hurriedly departing back, Su Ye couldn't help but shake his head.

He secretly thought: This Fengxiao is really a lively character, putting in such effort just to recommend someone.

However, having such a person around actually adds a bit of ease and fun to this tense situation.

Meanwhile, on the Northern Great Prairie, Nurhaci, the Taizu of the Qing, brought forth the Aisin Gioro clan.

The Jurchen split and established the Manchu.

Meanwhile, the neighboring Jurchen tribe's Temujin had already cleared the remnants of the Xiongnu tribe.

He successfully transformed the Xiongnu into the Mongols, and after several months of rest and recuperation,

Temujin's Mongols had fully digested the resources brought by their earlier expansion.

They began to initially possess the capital for outward expansion.

Meanwhile, the Longyao Tribe dwelling in the heart of the prairie also began to engage in trade with Cangzhou.

As the chief of the Longyao Tribe, Saihan was also unwilling to remain idle.

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

They eyed the other tribes on the prairie with a tiger's gaze.

At this moment, on the vast grasslands once belonging to the Xiongnu tribe, a gentle breeze brushed the felt of the Mongol great tent, bringing waves of fresh grass fragrance.

Inside the tent, after a period of rest and recuperation, the Mongol warriors have now regained their former vigor and vitality.

They sat around the fire, their faces beaming with confident smiles, their eyes revealing anticipation for the future.

"Haha, it seems time for our horse hooves to trample those fragile tribes once again!"

A Mongol warrior laughed loudly, his laughter echoing inside the tent, eliciting a chorus of agreement.

"That's right, which of our Mongol lads isn't brave and skilled in battle?"

"Now the Jurchen Wanyan clan and the Jurchen Manchu tribe have just split, their strength diminished; this is the perfect opportunity for us to profit from their chaos!"

Another warrior excitedly waved his saber, as if already seeing the vision of victory.

"Hmph, those Jurchen tribes used to rely on their numbers to bully the Xiongnu—oh, no, I mean the Mongols."

"Now that they are internally divided, it is time for us to avenge our grudges!"

A warrior with a full beard gritted his teeth and said.

He had previously been a member of the Northern Xiongnu.

But the Xiongnu had previously split into various tribes, each fighting on its own.

Naturally, they had often been bullied by the relatively united Jurchen tribe.

"Exactly, we not only want revenge, but also to let them know how formidable the Mongols are!"

"Make them understand who the true ruler of this prairie is!"

Temujin's Four Heroes also joined in, with Boershu standing up and speaking with heroic fervor.

Originally those Xiongnu generals, together with the newly joined Mongol grassland folk and Temujin's Four Heroes, Four Dogs, Four Sons, and others.

You spoke, I spoke, the discussion was heated and lively.

Every face was filled with fighting spirit and yearning, as if they could not wait to step onto the battlefield to display Mongol courage and strength.

Just then, the tent flap was lifted.

A tall, imposing figure—Temujin—walked in.

He glanced around at the Mongol warriors seated by the fire, nodding in satisfaction.

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

"Then I won't say more."

"Let's launch a sudden strike while the Jurchen tribes are divided and weak!"

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

"Khan, wise and brilliant!"

The Mongol warriors shouted in unison, their voices deafening.

They rose to their feet, gripping their weapons tightly, awaiting the Khan's next order.

Temujin smiled slightly, gesturing for everyone to quiet down.

"This operation must be as swift as lightning and as fierce as tigers and leopards!"

"Let's catch them off guard, so they know how formidable our newborn Mongol nation is!"

He walked to the map, pointing toward the Jurchen tribe's direction and said.

His subordinates all nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with longing for victory and reverence for Temujin.

Following Temujin's orders,

In the days that followed, his Four Heroes, Four Dogs, and others led the Mongol warriors in beginning tense war preparations.

They sharpened weapons, trained horses, and devised battle plans, all proceeding in an orderly manner.

On the prairie, a gentle breeze blew, and the sunshine was just right.

Mongol warriors clad in leather armor, holding spears, stood in formation, vigorous and high-spirited.

Their faces brimmed with confidence and heroic fervor, as if they already saw the dawn of victory.

Temujin stood on high ground, looking down over the grassland that belonged to him.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, exuding an aura that could not be underestimated.

He knew that now was the perfect time to strike.

Now the Jurchen Wanyan clan and the Jurchen Manchu had just split, their strength greatly weakened.

This was the perfect opportunity for them to take advantage of the chaos and conquer both tribes in one fell swoop.

"Wolves of the steppe!"

Temujin shouted loudly, his voice echoing across the steppe: "Look, the two tribes beside us have already split."

"Just like a wounded beast, now is the time for us to strike!"

"We will pounce like hungry wolves, bite them hard, and let them know the might of our Mongol warriors!"

The Mongol warriors below, hearing this, were instantly roused, shouting in unison: "Conquer them! Conquer them!"

Their voices shook the clouds, their spirit like a rainbow.

"We will split our forces into two routes—one to deal with the Wanyan clan, the other to deal with the Manchu."

"We must strike like lightning, swiftly shatter their defenses, catching them off guard!"

Temujin nodded in satisfaction and continued.

"Received!"

His subordinate Four Heroes and the other generals clenched their fists, eager to try.

This battle would be a great opportunity for them to make their name, the first step in the rise of the Mongol tribe.

It was also the most crucial step!

"You each lead a contingent; proceed with caution and do not underestimate the enemy."

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

"So, we must win by strategy, not by brute force."

Temujin turned to Muhuali and Chilaowen, who stood at the forefront of the generals, and said.

"Here!"

Finally, on a dark, windy night, the Mongol warriors took advantage of the darkness and set out silently.

They rode the swift horses of the steppe, brandished their sabers, and shouted as they charged toward the camp of one of the Jurchen tribes.

That night, flames shot into the sky and the cries of battle shook the heavens.

The Mongol warriors, like tigers descending the mountain, were unstoppable; they fought bravely and swept all before them.

The people of that Jurchen clan, panicked, fled in disarray, unable to mount any effective resistance.

(End of chapter)