Chapter 1071: Drinking Blood

Silver Moon Royal Tent.

On the tender green pasture, tens of thousands of cattle and sheep were bowing their heads to graze.

Interspersed among the cattle and sheep were groups of warhorses, also grazing.

Herdsmen of the Silver Moon Royal Tent rode among these livestock, waving whips to drive back the cattle and sheep that had strayed from the herd.

In the center of the pasture was a large expanse of white tents.

These tents were arranged in a circle, leaving an open space in the middle, which was filled with bonfire racks.

At this moment, besides these bonfire racks, there were over a thousand Beidi youths in the open space, practicing combat in pairs.

These youths were very young, ranging from ten to fourteen years old.

Led by individual Beidi young adult soldiers, they were training in different areas.

Many idle Beidi women and old people sat at the entrances of the tents with their children, watching the Beidi youths who were training.

In the Battle of Yongzhou, the Beidi suffered a crushing defeat, and the great army that Mule Hongzhen had spent years cultivating suffered heavy losses once again, nearly being wiped out entirely.

Overnight, the young and strong of the Beidi were killed or wounded.

Without a doubt, this was almost a catastrophic disaster for the Beidi.

After tallying the casualties, the entire Beidi fell into immense grief and rage.

During that time, almost every household in the Beidi wore mourning clothes, and within the blood and tears of the Beidi people, hatred for the Dasong people gnawed at their souls like a venomous snake.

Afterward, Wulanba inherited the Khan title at the Khan Court, and each royal tent gave birth to a new Khan.

Whether it was Khan Wulanba or the various royal tent Khans, all of them made revenge against Dasong their life's ambition.

"Stop everything." Just as the many Beidi youths were training, a voice suddenly rang out.

This voice came from the royal tent Khan, Babuzha.

Originally, he was merely a small Thousand-Man Commander in the Silver Moon Royal Tent.

The position of Khan of this Silver Moon Royal Tent would never have been his turn.

But very few people from the Silver Moon Royal Tent returned alive from this war.

He suddenly became the highest-ranking general in the royal tent.

Consequently, Wulanba personally conferred upon him the title of Khan.

After inheriting the title of Silver Moon Royal Tent Khan, he followed Wulanba's orders and gathered all Beidi males over the age of ten to train, replenishing the Beidi army.

Hearing the order from Bazha'er, the Beidi youths all stopped.

Bazha'er then gave a look to the general beside him.

The general understood and immediately left with some young adult soldiers.

Before long, a burst of crying was heard, and Beidi soldiers drove over a thousand slaves toward them.

These slaves were all Dasong people, whom he had plundered from Dasong when the Beidi were strong.

"After this period of training, you should also see some blood. Look, those before you are Dasong people. It was the compatriots of these lowly scum who killed countless Beidi warriors, including your parents," Bazha'er shouted. "Now, pick up your Curved Blades and kill them."

"Kill them! Kill them!" As Bazha'er's voice fell, the Beidi old men and women who had been watching the spectacle all stood up, continuously raising their fists and shouting.

The hatred between the Beidi and Dasong had become increasingly irreconcilable due to the Battle of Yongzhou, as incompatible as fire and water.

Hearing Bazha'er's words, a Flame seemed to ignite in the eyes of the Beidi youths, and they gripped the Curved Blades in their hands tightly.

At this time, the Beidi soldiers made the Dasong slaves stand in a straight line and assigned them to the corresponding Beidi youths.

"Begin. Let me see your cruelty," Bazha'er called out again, the expression on his face twisted and evil.

Hearing Bazha'er's command, the Beidi youths did not hesitate in the slightest, walking toward the Dasong slaves one by one.

They felt no burden in their hearts; instead, they felt waves of pleasure, just as if they were slaughtering cattle and sheep.

Hatred had already infected them like poison; to them, the only purpose for the existence of Dasong people was to be slaughtered by them.

"Rumble..." Just as the Beidi youths were about to act, a troop of Beidi cavalry suddenly galloped over.

They whipped their warhorses incessantly, wishing they could make the warhorses fly.

Charging into the camp, they immediately found Bazha'er, "Khan, it's bad! A large number of Dasong Gun Cavalry are heading toward the royal tent!"

"Dasong Gun Cavalry!" Bazha'er shuddered instinctively.

He could still clearly remember the scene of fighting against the Dasong Gun Cavalry a year ago.

At that time, they had fled in three directions.

The Dasong Gun Cavalry had actually managed to defeat the Beidi cavalry soundly with a force far smaller than theirs.

If they had run any slower, neither he nor Khan Wulanba would have been able to return to the Grassland.

"How many of them are there!" Bazha'er still clung to a shred of hope.

"They cover the sky and the earth; they are simply uncountable." The cavalrymen were also terrified; naturally, they were unable to calmly estimate the number.

Initially, they only discovered what seemed to be black clouds coming from the horizon, and only upon closer inspection did they realize it was the Dasong Gun Cavalry.

At this moment, the Dasong Gun Cavalry was already less than ten miles away from them.

"Immediately send men to the Khan Court to issue a warning to Khan Wulanba," Bazha'er shouted.

To the north of their Silver Moon Royal Tent was the Snow Wolf Royal Tent, and to the north of the Blood Wolf Royal Tent was the Khan Court.

The ten Beidi royal tents formed two arc-shaped defensive circles, protecting the Khan Court.

This time, the Dasong army came from the direction of Yin Mountain; as long as they broke through the protection of their Silver Moon Royal Tent and the Blood Wolf Royal Tent, they could charge straight into the Khan Court.

Thinking of this, he said, "Assemble all the cavalry to intercept the Dasong Gun Cavalry, leaving only one thousand men to lead the herdsmen to retreat north."

Upon receiving his order, the entire Silver Moon Royal Tent fell into chaos.

More than eight thousand young adult cavalrymen assembled rapidly, and over six thousand Beidi youths also mounted their warhorses; now, they too were Beidi soldiers.

Immediately, Bazha'er led fifteen thousand cavalrymen to the north.

The Dasong army did not appear here to extend an olive branch to them.

On the day of Yan Wang's Abdication Ceremony, a small Northern Di tribe was raided by the Dasong Gun Cavalry; their cattle, sheep, and Warhorses were seized, those Northern Di who refused to surrender were all killed, and those who surrendered were taken to Dasong, their future fates miserable.

He believed that this time, the Dasong Gun Cavalry had come with the same objective.

Stepping out of the camp tent, Bazha'er saw the figures of the Dasong Cavalry.

A distance of ten li is reached in the blink of an eye for cavalry, not to mention that the Northern Di cavalry had already wasted much time when reporting the news.

Now, they were just over a thousand meters away.

Moreover, this time the Dasong Cavalry seemed to have three horses per person, fully prepared.

Even their own Northern Di cavalry did not have such abundance at present.

Because most of their Warhorses had been committed to the Battle of Yongzhou.

Seeing this, he became even more certain of one thing: they could not escape and could only fight.

However, looking at the numerous Dasong Gun Cavalry, his heart was filled with despair once again.

Ten thousand Dasong Gun Cavalry were still chasing five thousand Northern Di cavalry.

How could his ten thousand plus men face these twenty thousand plus Dasong Gun Cavalry?

The time left for him to ponder was not very long.

The distance between the two sides grew closer and closer: eight hundred meters, six hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters.

At this moment, the Dasong Cavalry raised the Horse rifles in their hands one after another.

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