Chapter 182: The Wanyan Clan Stirs

At this moment, in the big tent of the Jurchen Wanyan clan, the atmosphere was once very relaxed.

Wanyan Aguda was leaning back in a tiger-skin chair, enjoying the warm afternoon sunlight, playing with an exquisite jade pendant obtained through trade in the Central Plains, a satisfied smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

However, this tranquility was soon shattered.

"Report!"

A messenger rushed into the tent, his voice trembling slightly, "Khan, something serious has happened!"

"Temujin's Mongol forces have launched a major invasion and have already conquered one of our border tribes!"

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Aguda's jade pendant slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a crack.

"What? Temujin has launched a major invasion?"

"They couldn't hold back this quickly?"

Hearing this, Wanyan Aguda jumped up from his chair, his brows slightly furrowed.

But he was not overly panicked.

Obviously, for this hungry wolf neighbor beside the Jurchen tribe,

Wanyan Aguda was naturally very familiar with it.

Now the Jurchen tribe is divided into two.

This hungry wolf will naturally not let such a good opportunity slip by.

"Yes, Khan!"

"Our scouts have personally seen the banners of the Mongol army; their numbers are vast and they advance with great menace!"

"Their cavalry is as fierce as wolves and tigers; those small border tribes of ours simply cannot withstand them!"

The messenger nodded firmly.

Wanyan Aguda's face grew grave; he knew the situation was urgent and he must act immediately.

"Quick! Immediately summon all the commanders."

"Also, notify the entire clan to gather the elite youths and prepare to march to the front to fight the Mongols!"

He took a deep breath, strove to calm himself, then issued the order loudly.

As the orders were issued, the tent instantly bustled with activity.

Soon, the generals and strategists of the Jurchen Wanyan clan hurried to the Khan's tent.

Everyone gathered around, discussing the current situation with solemn expressions.

"Temujin's invasion this time is surely meant to take advantage of our division!"

Wanyan Yindanzi, seated lower down, spoke indignantly.

"Exactly!"

"The Xiongnu have always been crafty; this time they must have come prepared!"

Another native Jurchen general also chimed in.

"Talking about this now is useless; what we need to do is quickly come up with a countermeasure."

Wanyan Aguda raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

"This hungry wolf Temujin has come with great force this time."

"We must give our all and absolutely not let them advance another step!"

Wanyan Aguda stood before the map, pointing toward the direction of the Mongol army, and spoke solemnly.

"Khan, rest assured!"

"The sons of our Jurchen Wanyan clan are all warriors; we fear no Mongol cavalry!"

Wanyan Jindanzi, seated lower down, rose to his feet, playing with the saber at his waist, and spoke with heroic vigor.

"Khan, in my humble opinion as an elder minister, we should now immediately muster the entire clan's strength and prepare to meet the enemy."

"At the same time, send envoys to contact the Manchus and seek their aid."

"Although we have had conflicts between us, in the face of a common enemy we should now unite."

The civil officials seated lower exchanged glances, and then Wanyan Loushi, among them, spoke slowly.

"Good! We'll do as you suggest."

"Issue the orders at once; let the clan's elite youths set out immediately to march to the front and meet the Mongol army!"

"At the same time, send envoys to contact the Manchus."

Wanyan Aguda nodded to show his agreement.

Upon hearing this, the commanders were invigorated, rose, and departed to carry out the orders.

The tent bustled again, with everyone making preparations for the impending battle.

Wanyan Aguda stood at the tent's entrance, gazing out toward the distant snowy plains.

He knew a great battle was imminent, and the fate of the Jurchen Wanyan clan would be tested in this fight.

But he believed that as long as the entire clan united, they would surely defeat Temujin's Mongol forces!

As the orders were issued, the entire Jurchen Wanyan clan sprang into action.

Soldiers picked up their weapons and began tense pre-battle training.

Women busied themselves preparing food and medicinal herbs to ensure ample supplies for the front lines.

The elders gathered together, praying for the clansmen's safe return.

The entire camp of the Jurchen Wanyan clan was shrouded in a tense, busy atmosphere.

As the time of departure arrived, the camp of the Jurchen Wanyan clan suddenly boiled over with activity.

The elite soldiers picked up their weapons, mounted their warhorses, and prepared to set out.

Wanyan Aguda also donned his armor, grasped his longsword, and stood before the tent to inspect the troops ready to march.

His gaze was firm, his expression dignified, as if a War God had descended to the mortal world.

He loudly boosted morale: 'Warriors! Today is the glorious battle of our Jurchen Wanyan clan!'

'Let us defeat those Mongol cavalry with courage and wisdom, defending our homeland and dignity!'

The soldiers were high-spirited, shouting in unison: 'Long live the Khan! Long live the Jurchen!'

The shouts shook heaven and earth, as if they would scatter the clouds at the horizon.

'Depart!'

Wanyan Aguda waved his long sword and loudly commanded.

Instantly, ten thousand horses galloped, dust rose, and the elite army of the Jurchen Wanyan clan marched mightily to the front to meet the Mongol army.

On the road to the front, Wanyan Aguda rode his war horse at the forefront of the troops.

He deeply understood the weight and mission of being the clan chief, and therefore he must lead by example and forge ahead bravely.

He continually cheered the soldiers, urging them to maintain high morale and steadfast belief.

After several days of forced marching, the Jurchen Wanyan army finally reached the front line.

What met their eyes was a scene of chaos and bloody carnage.

The Mongol army had already conquered dozens of small tribes on the Jurchen frontier, and was there burning, killing, looting, committing every evil.

'Warriors! Have you seen what those Mongol cavalry have done?'

'They have massacred our compatriots and plundered our possessions!'

'Today we will make them pay for their blood debts!'

Seeing this scene, Wanyan Aguda angrily waved his long sword and shouted loudly.

But after Wanyan Aguda's chicken soup, the Jurchen soldiers behind him instantly became indignant and their morale rose like a rainbow.

Gripping their weapons, they shouted as they charged toward the Mongol army.

For a moment, blades flashed and flesh flew on the battlefield as both sides engaged in fierce combat.

Under Wanyan Aguda's command, the two brothers Wanyan Jindanzi and Wanyan Yindanzi led the charge, advancing ahead of the troops.

They waved their weapons, striking left and right, unstoppable.

Under the leadership of these two brothers, the Jurchen Wanyan soldiers grew braver with each fight, their morale soaring.

They continually broke through the Mongol army's defenses, forcing them to retreat step by step.

After several hours of intense battle, the Jurchen Wanyan army directly routed this small contingent of Mongol forces that had come to raid the tribe.

They reclaimed the lost land and the fellow tribespeople of that small tribe.

The battlefield was littered with numerous corpses of Mongol cavalry and discarded weapons and equipment.

(End of chapter)