Chapter 1176: The Tragic Temujin City

The vast desert Grassland.

A sharp eagle cry pierced the air, and then, a large eagle swooped down with lightning speed, snatched a lamb, and soared into the sky.

"Put it down, put it down!"

The shepherd boy chased desperately in the direction the eagle had left; to him, this lamb was the most valued property in his family!

He immediately burst into loud sobs.

But the lamb under the eagle's sharp talons was already essentially dead, and fresh blood swayed down through the air, some of it dripping directly onto the child's face.

Consequently, he cried even harder.

The shepherd boy refused to give up, chasing the eagle for several miles until, exhausted, he collapsed onto the ground.

"Damn it, if only I had wings!" the shepherd boy said angrily, continuously pounding the ground with his fists.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, an arrow flew out from not far away, streaking across the long sky and striking the eagle's body directly.

With an arrow in its body but not yet dead, the eagle's will to survive drove it to flap its wings continuously, though it was already at the end of its strength.

Not long after, the eagle fell to the ground.

"For a Warrior of the Grassland, the bow and arrow are the best wings."

Just as the little shepherd boy was surprised, a burly Grassland man walked over.

"Abaga (Uncle), you are so amazing!"

Looking at the Grassland man before him, stars appeared in the little shepherd boy's eyes.

"You are the most persevering child I have ever seen. As a reward, this bow is yours. From now on, you must use it to protect your livestock and protect your people!"

"Yes, I will definitely do it! I will definitely become the greatest Warrior on this Grassland!"

Temujin opened his eyes.

He had been dreaming again.

This was the third time this month he had dreamed of this scene.

At the time, he would never have imagined that the person who gifted the bow was the Mongol master archer Zhebie, nor would he have imagined that he would truly become the number one Warrior of the Mongols today.

After getting up, Temujin walked to the bow rack on the side and picked up that "Lingbao Bow."

This Lingbao Bow was the bow held by the famous Han Dynasty general Li Guang; back then, relying on this divine weapon, Li Guang fought so well that the Xiongnu dared not invade the Zhongyuan for years.

Later, by a stroke of fate, this bow fell into the hands of Tolui, who bestowed it upon Zhebie at the time, and finally, this "Lingbao" bow became the heirloom of the Mongol Zhebie.

Later still, this Lingbao Bow was gifted to him by Zhebie, and relying on his own bravery, he unified the various Mongol tribes and was honored by them as Great Khan, already possessing the momentum of Tolui from back then!

At that time, he was high-spirited, fantasizing about using the Han-style crossbow in his hand to shoot through the walls of Han cities, but he did not expect that the appearance of Liu Zheng would completely shatter his fantasies.

His trips to Jinghua and Liaodong made him understand the terror of Liu Zheng, and also made him truly understand the gap between the two of them, and even between their two races.

Although he was very unwilling to admit it, agricultural civilization was indeed superior to nomadic civilization; having once relied on the heavens for food, they finally tasted the sweetness of not having to worry about hunger after obtaining this precious land of Liaodong.

During the development of Liaodong, Temujin naturally also received the benefits Liu Zheng could give him.

With a piece of fertile land in Liaodong, he soon migrated all his people there.

Today, his territory could be considered one of the best in Liaodong. This was the advantage of agricultural civilization. His people also began to slowly get used to this life, and slowly could no longer leave this life behind.

Just as Temujin was deep in thought, Zhebie lifted the tent flap and walked in.

"Great Khan."

Zhebie, who had intended to report the situation, saw this Lingbao Bow, and memories immediately flooded his heart.

"Master Zhebie, tell me, am I a success or a failure?" Temujin sighed.

He asked leisurely.

"The Great Khan is certainly a success. If not for you, our Mongols would still be in a state of fragmentation, and in this situation surrounded by powerful enemies, the Mongols would likely have been swallowed up long ago."

Zhebie said solemnly.

They were descendants of the Qi, but the Mongols were their home.

"I think I am a failure."

Temujin gave a bitter smile and said.

"Great Khan, why do you say that?"

Zhebie was a bit anxious.

"During the time of Great Khan Tolui, the territory of our Mongol Empire spanned the Eurasian continent, and everywhere in the world, seeing our Mongol Cavalry, none did not tremble with fear. But now, we have been driven out of the Mobei Grassland by former slaves. A hundred years from now, I will truly have no face to go down and meet the Great Khans of the past."

The "slaves" in Temujin's mouth were the "Grand Duchy of Moscow," and this Grand Duchy of Moscow now had a name called Tsarist Russia.

After Temujin unified the Mobei Grassland, he had been competing with the Han for the world, wishing to fulfill the long-cherished wish of Great Khan Tolui to enter the Zhongyuan, but he encountered Liu Zheng, this son of heaven-defying destiny.

In the end, after weighing the pros and cons, he chose to cooperate with Liu Zheng to develop the land of Liaodong together. He had thought that the Mongols would continue to develop like this, but he did not expect that a powerful force would appear in the north.

Because the Mongols had already lost control over the Four Great Khanates, and added to the fact that they had placed more of their focus on the Longyan Dynasty in the south, they had no understanding at all of the Four Great Khanates and the places to the west.

Because of this lack of understanding, they were caught off guard by Tsarist Russia, and the lush water and grass lands of Mobei were all taken away by them.

This, of course, Temujin could not endure, and he immediately led the Mongol Cavalry to charge at the Tsarist Russia camp.

He had originally thought that they would easily wipe out these Russians just like they did more than two hundred years ago, but unfortunately, times had changed.

Their bows and horses were no longer a match for the firearms of Tsarist Russia.

The first battle with Tsarist Russia buried eight thousand Grassland men, while Tsarist Russia only lost a thousand or so.

A crushing defeat!

The second and third battles were also disastrous defeats, with Tsarist Russia advancing east and invading south, driving them away, until finally, even their place of origin, the "North Sea" (Lake Baikal), was taken away by the Russians.

Who could have imagined...

Under the powerful combat strength of Tsarist Russia, Temujin had fallen to this point.

It was also thanks to the choice at the time to develop Liaodong together with Longyan that their Mongols had a stable source of food; otherwise, their Mongols would have disappeared in the desert.

The Tiemucheng of today no longer possessed the sharp spirit of years past, and looking at the dejected Tiemucheng before him, Zhebie did not know what to say either.

The world situation had changed truly too quickly; he had originally thought that the reforms of Longyan were already leading the world, but he had not expected that Longyan had actually caught the last train.

"Great Khan, do not be discouraged. I believe that our Grassland Baron will surely stand up once again!" Zhebie encouraged Tiemucheng.

"Stand up once again? Relying on what? Just relying on this bow?"

Tiemucheng gripped the Lingbao Bow with a bitter smile. Recently, pop-ups have been severe; you can click to download to avoid pop-ups.