Autumn has arrived, and there still seems to be faint thunder in the night sky. Temujin stands on the top of the mountain, looking at the rivers and mountains stretching to the north with a solemn and quiet expression. Sparse flames spread across the plains towards the distance, like two long dragons, converging directly to the end of the sky and the earth.
Months of frenzied attacks by the Turks failed to bend the back of the tall and burly Mongol leader. Instead, his originally sharp aura was faintly accumulated, like steel that has been tempered a hundred times. From a distance, he looked like an unshakable mountain.
He looked at the Turks retreating like a tide under the cover of night, the corners of his short-bearded mouth couldn't help but draw a graceful arc, and his deep voice suddenly rang out.
"You've done a great job of not getting drunk! Now it's my turn!"
The significance of the Turkic royal court is extraordinary. Knowing the news that their hometown had fallen, most of the Turkic soldiers no longer wanted to continue fighting on the front line. Even Fengyan City had to choose to retreat temporarily. In order to fight against foreign aggressors, one must first stabilize the internal situation.
Then, at this moment, the Mongolian army led by Temujin appeared.
The Turkic scouts reported to Fengyan City: A Mongolian army was following closely fifty miles away, with a force of nearly 20,000, and they seemed to be flying the flag of the Qiyan tribe.
At first, Fengyan City did not take this army seriously. The Burerhan Mountain area had been under attack for more than a month. Even if Temujin and the Mongols were brave, they would not dare to come out and die at this time.
But at this moment, the enemy troops suddenly approached, the distance was less than ten kilometers, and they were ready to attack with all their strength.
Fengyancheng immediately felt something was wrong, so they stopped retreating, deployed their defenses on the spot, and quietly waited for the enemy to arrive. But the sun kept rising from the east to the middle, and the enemy was already faintly visible on the horizon, but it just didn't get closer, as if it had stopped there and wouldn't move
Feng Yancheng did not hesitate. With the arrogance of the grassland martial master and a million soldiers at his disposal, how could he not attack? He took the initiative to attack at the command. The infantry in the middle formed a huge steel square and approached in an orderly manner. The cavalry on both wings maintained the same speed as the infantry and slowly advanced!
If anyone dares to come up and stroke his tiger whiskers, Feng Yancheng wouldn't mind eating them all in one breath!
Seeing the Turkic army's strong formation, the enemy retreated immediately. Fengyancheng turned to continue to return westward, but less than ten kilometers away, Temujin led the Mongols to approach again. The Turkic army turned around and prepared to attack, but in a flash, Temujin ran away without a trace.
The same process was repeated several times, and Temujin followed Fengyancheng like a plaster that could not be peeled off. When the Turks began to retreat, Temujin immediately shouted and bluffed, but once Fengyancheng turned around and fought back, he would never fight back and retreated without a trace.
At this moment, their hinterland was threatened by Qianbeibuzui's detachment. If they could not fight back quickly, there would inevitably be huge losses in the rear, but these were still not enough to move Fengyan City.
The truly terrible consequence is that those tribes outside the Great Wall who have been forced to submit to the powerful Turkic army are very likely to become restless under such circumstances...
But it was obvious that he was in a hurry to get away, and his weakness of not having much time had been seen through by Temujin. No matter how Feng Yancheng changed, all his tricks were enough for the opponent to just "drag" and he would remain unchanged in the face of all changes!
"Damn it!" Feng Yancheng punched the table hard with anger, then gnashed his teeth and said, "Wu Shentong, you will temporarily take over my command of the entire army. Line up along the river and eat up that dog-skin plaster of Temujin in one go. I will personally lead 10,000 Golden Wolf Riders back to the royal court. Small group against small group, I want to see how powerful this Thousand Cups of Never Drunk is."
The night is cool as water.
Torches lit up the mountains and dotted the riverbank as far as the eye could see, while countless fluttering flags on the mountains fluttered in the night wind.
The camp was already in chaos. The troops were urgently gathering under the sound of military bugles. The iron plates of the armor of the infantry and cavalry clanged sparsely, and the footsteps were chaotic. The officers and soldiers were rushing from the camp to various positions with panic and tension before the battle.
The order to mobilize the entire army to fight was quickly given to every Turkic warrior. Now they could finally turn around and completely wipe out the Mongolian army that had been following them like a fly for a long time.
It seemed as if the heavens also sensed the murderous aura rising from the human world, and the weather began to become unpredictable.
The sun was shining brightly in the morning, but at noon the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds. Rumbling thunder could be heard from the horizon from time to time. One lightning bolt after another split the sky and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur.
Temujin quietly lifted the door curtain, and the mild sunlight of early winter noon shone in. Holding the thunder swords of Yang and Wei's armies in his hands, his tall figure stood in front of the tent, looking hard at the eastern horizon.
Suddenly, Temujin seemed to have discovered something extraordinary. His frown suddenly relaxed, and then he actually laughed out loud towards the sky.
"Haha! You still remember to come back? I thought you were so carefree outside that you had forgotten about Qi Yan!"
"How could it be?" A melodious and magnetic voice came slowly from a distance. A breeze suddenly blew past the tent, and a handsome figure appeared beside Temujin.
"Thirteenth Wing, Tolui! Greetings to the big man!"
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Zhou Yi suddenly woke up and sat up from his blanket! What was that noise in his ears
"Raid the camp!" Hesaer rushed in like a gust of wind and shouted loudly: "Qianbei, the enemy is attacking us!"
"Who! Who is it!" Zhou Yi shouted, "It's impossible. The nearby Turkic towns can't have enough troops to deal with us. How can Fengyan City be held back by Temujin so quickly?"
"I don't know, I just know that they attacked from behind! Hurry up! Our people are already in chaos!"
Zhou Yi jumped up and rushed out of the military tent. He saw flames shooting up into the sky from the rear military camp, and there were cries of panic and alarm everywhere: "The enemy is attacking the camp! We are finished!"
The officers were shouting: "Assemble! Assemble! Assemble towards me!" But in the darkness of the night, it was pitch dark, and it was difficult to even identify the enemy, let alone form a battle formation.
Groups of bare-foot soldiers and mounted soldiers bumped into each other in the dark night, and shouting echoed in the pitch-black night.
The noise first came from the rear of the camp, where a huge fire had already broken out. The military warehouse and the material convoy were already engulfed in flames. As soon as Zhou Yi arrived, he grabbed a panicked officer and said, "What's going on? Where is the officer on duty? Ask him to come see me!"
But just as Zhou Yi grabbed the man's shoulders, almost at the same time, lightning flashed in the darkness, and a white knife light suddenly split through the space like a dazzling lightning, and a death-like fear suddenly enveloped Zhou Yi's heart.
"You are..." (To be continued)