The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 46 I regret not listening to Guo Jing!

Temujin was shocked to see Guo Jing suddenly appear. He reined in his horse and asked, "Guo Jing, why are you here?"

Guo Jing took out the command flag he had snatched from his bosom and handed it to Temujin, then told Temujin what he had seen and heard outside Sangkun's camp the night before, and how their retreat had been cut off.

Temujin had cooperated with Wang Han and his men many times and was familiar with their flags. The patterns and colors on them were indeed those of command flags. When he heard that his retreat had been cut off, he was immediately frightened.

Hua Zheng's retelling was different from what Guo Jing said. He experienced it personally and described it in great detail. Combined with the flag in his hand, Temujin had already believed most of it. Thinking of this, he patted Guo Jing on the shoulder and said, "Good boy, it's all thanks to you!"

Temujin had been through hundreds of battles and had fought against conspiracies and intrigues since childhood. He did not believe that Jamukha would betray the brotherhood of so many years, but the facts were before him and he had to be cautious.

When Guo Jing learned about this, he personally traveled hundreds of miles to tell Temujin about it, which moved Temujin very much. However, he naturally would not show these emotions to others.

The top priority now was to deal with the ambush of Sangkun and his men. After Temujin stopped, the entire team also stopped moving forward. Then he gathered his three sons and generals and told them about this.

When everyone learned about this, they all cursed Jamukha for being treacherous.

Then, Temujin ordered his second son Chagatai and the general Chilaowen, "Send out scouts and be careful!"

He knew where his group was, and combined with what Guo Jing said, he realized that they had fallen into the trap of Sang Kun and his men. Now it would be best to find a place to stay, be prepared for any eventuality, and wait for reinforcements.

After receiving the order, the two turned their horses around and galloped back the way they came. Several small teams were also separated from the team. Temujin looked around and found a small earthen hill not far away, so he ordered again: "Go up to the earthen hill and be on guard!"

This time he only brought a few hundred personal guards, but each of them was a fierce warrior who had followed him in battles of all sizes. It was a bit exaggerated to say that one could defeat a hundred, but it was definitely no problem to say that one could defeat ten.

After he gave the order, everyone rode up the hill on horseback, and began to move stones and dig earth to build shields against arrows. Temujin didn't need to tell them about these, as they were already familiar with the process and were very skilled.

Guo Jing also secretly looked at these people, his eyes full of admiration and envy. These people were the elite soldiers mentioned in military books. If he also had such a team, wouldn't he be invincible on the battlefield?

Thinking of that scene, I secretly kept the military training in mind.

After a while, dust and smoke rolled up in the south. Everyone looked into the distance and saw thousands of cavalry rushing towards them, full of murderous intent. In the smoke and dust, Chagatai and Chilaowen were riding their horses wildly and running in the front.

There is no doubt that they are being hunted.

Seeing this scene, Temujin's heart finally died. He no longer had any hope. His brother betrayed him after all. He thought Wang Han would not break up with him at this time, but he did not expect that everything would happen so quickly!

Jebe had sharp eyes. Seeing the flags of the pursuers, he came to Temujin and reported, "Great Khan, these are Wang Khan's men."

At this time, the pursuing soldiers were divided into several teams of hundreds of people, chasing and intercepting, trying to encircle Chagatai and Chilaowen: the two men leaned on the saddle, whipped the whip and galloped away.

Zhebie's eyes showed a solemn expression, and he said to Guo Jing, "Guo Jing, let's go and meet them."

Guo Jing nodded in agreement, took the spear and bow and arrow from other soldiers, and the two of them galloped down the hill. The little red horse under him was very excited to see its master leading it towards the herd of horses, and ran very fast, arriving in front of Chagatai in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the pursuers were about to catch up with them, Guo Jing took out his bow and arrow and shot three arrows in succession. The three pursuers in front fell down immediately. Then he rushed forward on his horse, standing between the two of them and the pursuers, and shot two more arrows, killing the two pursuers.

At this time, Zhebie had also arrived. He was even more skilled in archery and shot arrows continuously without missing a single target. In the blink of an eye, he shot and killed more than a dozen people.

But the pursuers were powerful and came like a tide. Chagatai and Chilaowen each turned over and shot several arrows, which frightened the pursuers so much that they dared not come any closer. Taking this opportunity, they, Zhebie and Guo Jing retreated to the hill.

On the earthen hill, Temujin, Borchu, Jochi and others were in a commanding position, and every arrow they shot hit their target. Many of the pursuers were killed. Seeing this, the pursuers did not dare to get closer, but just surrounded them from a distance.

Temujin stood on the hill and watched. After two cups of tea, he saw teams of cavalrymen from Wang Khan's subordinates coming like dark clouds from the southeast, northwest, and northeast directions. Under the yellow flag, there was a man riding a tall horse. It was Wang Khan's son Sangkun.

At this time, Guo Jing couldn't help but secretly admire Temujin's accurate judgment. If it were him, he might have already led his men to break out, but was trapped in the encirclement and unable to escape.

Seeing this, Temujin knew that it was impossible to break out of the encirclement by force, and he could only use a delaying tactic to buy time, so he stood on the hill and shouted loudly: "Please come over and talk to my brother Sangkun."

The voice was deep and loud, and it could be heard from far away. Sangkun recognized it as Temujin's voice, so he rode forward and approached the earthen hill with his personal guards. Dozens of soldiers held iron shields, protecting him from the front and back to prevent any arrows from the hill.

Seeing that Temujin and his men were surrounded on a hill, and that his own army had several groups of troops, Sangkunyi could not help but become arrogant and shouted loudly: "Temujin, surrender quickly."

Temujin looked at him coldly and said in a deep voice, "How did I offend Wang Han that you set a trap for me?"

Sangkun waved his whip, his voice full of confidence, "The Mongolians have lived separately for generations, and the cattle and sheep are shared by the same clan. Why do you violate the laws of our ancestors and want to mix the different clans together? My father always said that it is wrong for you to do this."

Temujin sighed in his heart and responded in a deep voice, "The Mongols are oppressed by the Jin Dynasty. The Jin Dynasty requires us to pay tribute of tens of thousands of cattle, sheep and horses every year. Is this right? We are almost starving to death because of the Jin Dynasty."

"As long as we Mongolians don't fight like this, why should we be afraid of the Jin Kingdom? Wang Han and I have always been good friends and we have joined forces to fight the enemy. There is no hatred between our two families. This is all instigated by the Jin Kingdom. Don't fall into their conspiracy."

Temujin was looking down from a high place. The wilderness was very empty and his voice could be heard from far away. The soldiers under Sangkun were quite moved and felt that what he said made sense and that people from the grassland should not fight against other people from the grassland.

Seeing the soldiers' strange expressions, Temujin struck while the iron was hot and continued, "Every Mongolian is a good warrior. Why don't we take the gold and silver treasures of the Jin Kingdom? Why should we offer them livestock furs every year? Some Mongolians are diligent in herding cattle and sheep, while others are lazy and gluttonous. Why should the diligent ones feed the lazy ones? Why don't we let the diligent ones have more cattle and sheep? Why don't we let the lazy people starve to death?"

In short, two words: fair, fair, and damn fair!
The present Mongolian tribe is a clan society, in which livestock are communally owned by each tribe. In recent years, as the number of livestock has increased and their wealth has gradually increased, they have also learned from the Han people in the Central Plains how to use iron tools. Most herders are looking forward to private ownership of their wealth.

The soldiers have been fighting for years, and the prisoners and property they have obtained have all been earned with their lives. Who would be willing to share them with the old and weak who cannot fight? Most people are selfish. They believe that they should get the due reward for their blood and sweat. If they have not paid any price, why should they get a share of their things?
Therefore, the soldiers thought Temujin's words made sense and nodded secretly. Guo Jing also thought it made sense. Why would they get rewards without paying any price?
Sang Kun looked back and heard the buzz of discussion in the team. He knew that these words had shaken the morale of his subordinates. His face became even uglier. He immediately said, "You must immediately drop your bows and arrows and surrender! Otherwise, I will whip you with my horse whip and shoot thousands of arrows at you. You will not survive!"

The situation on the scene suddenly became tense.

Guo Jing was very panicked when he saw the urgent situation, but he didn't know what to do. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he saw a young general at the front of the team at the foot of the mountain. He was wearing iron armor and a silver-gray sable fur coat, looking very showy.

He was holding a broadsword and riding a fine horse, galloping back and forth in front of the army, showing off his might. This man looked familiar, and he used all his eyesight to take a closer look, and it turned out that this guy was Sangkun's son Dushi.

Guo Jing had fought with him when he was young. This man wanted to release a leopard to eat Tolui. It was he who made the engagement with Hua Zheng.

At this moment, he thought of what his teacher had once told him, that as long as Du Shi was killed, Hua Zheng's engagement would naturally be invalidated.

The previous experience of beheading the general made Guo Jing more courageous. Du Shi was showing off his power in front of the formation, and he was not far away. He relied on his little red horse, so it was not impossible for him to repeat his previous actions.

Then he touched the little red horse's neck. The little red horse understood his master's intention, pawed its hooves, and rushed down the hill like a red cloud floating by.

At this time, not only Temujin, Jebe and others were confused, but Sangkun and the soldiers under him were also caught off guard, with only one thought left in their minds.

What is this kid going to do?

Is he here to die?
The little red horse charged forward at full speed, as fast as lightning.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed down the hill and ran in front of Du Shi.

Suddenly a man jumped out, and Du Shi recognized him as Guo Jing. He was immediately shocked and asked, "Why are you coming towards me?"
He swung his sword hastily, but in Guo Jing's eyes it was as slow as an old lady's walk. He lowered his body and leaned over the saddle, letting the sword pass over his head. At the same time, he extended his right hand and directly grabbed the pulse point on Du Shi's left wrist. This grab was the bone-breaking hand taught by Zhu Cong. With a light press, Du Shi's arm became numb and weak.

A look of fear appeared on his face. Guo Jing pulled with a little force, and the hundred-pound Du Shi was easily pulled over and tucked under his armpit.

At this moment, Guo Jing heard the sound of wind behind him and two sounds of breaking through the air. He swung his left arm and blocked the two spears that were stabbing at him with his spear. With a strong force, and with a "click", the two spears flew into the air.

He pulled the reins gently. The little red horse knew what its master meant. It ran on all fours, turned around and ran up the hill. Its speed was almost as fast as when it went down the hill.

From going down the mountain to capturing the enemy and then to escaping, the whole process was smooth and seamless, and many people didn't even react.

It was not until he and the little red horse ran away that the generals at the foot of the mountain reacted and ordered in unison: "Shoot!"

Guo Jing grabbed Du Shi and put him behind him as a shield.

Seeing this, Temujin couldn't help but admire his wit: "Well done, Guo Jing!"

The soldiers knew that the Du Shi was of noble status and did not dare to hurt him. Even if the general gave the order, they did not dare to pull the bowstring and just watched Guo Jing go up the mountain.

Back on the hill, Guo Jing threw Du Shi to the ground, causing him to see stars. He said in a deep voice, "Khan, this man can be used as a hostage."

When Temujin saw Dushi, he burst into laughter, pointed his spear at Dushi's chest, and shouted to Sangkun, "Tell your men to retreat a hundred feet."

Seeing that his beloved son was captured by the enemy at lightning speed, Sang Kun was furious and anxious. He stared at Guo Jing fiercely, as if he wanted to remember him. After hesitating for a moment, he had to withdraw his troops and retreat a hundred feet.

He was not stupid. After retreating, he ordered his subordinates to form a circle with carts, and surrounded the earthen hill seven or eight times. In this way, even if Temujin wanted to break out, he would not be able to do so.

Seeing the enemy temporarily retreat, Temujin and his men breathed a sigh of relief, patted him on the shoulder, and said with admiration, "Guo Jing, it's all thanks to you." Then he sighed again and said to the people around him, "I regret not listening to Guo Jing's advice. I ended up in this situation!"

The generals and soldiers around him also looked at Guo Jing with admiration. The people of the grassland respected brave warriors the most, and Guo Jing snatched people from the battlefield and came and went like the wind. If they were in his place, they would definitely not be able to do that.

Afterwards, Temujin ordered his men to tie Dushi up behind his back with a belt and hang him in front of the formation.

Sangkun sent three envoys to the mountain to negotiate, ordering Temujin to release Dushi and surrender, and he would spare his life. However, Temujin cut off the envoy's ears every time and drove him down the mountain, without giving in at all.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a long time until the sun set at the end of the grassland.

After nightfall, Temujin did not dare to let down his guard, fearing that Sangkun would charge in the dark, and ordered everyone not to be negligent in the slightest.

In the middle of the night, when the moon was high in the sky, a man in white came to the foot of the mountain and shouted toward the top of the mountain, "I am Jamukha, and I want to speak to my sworn brother Temujin."

When Temujin heard Jamukha's voice, his expression suddenly darkened, "Come up."

When the generals and soldiers knew that Jamukha had betrayed their Han Dynasty, they glared at him and wished they could chop him to death with a single blow.

Jamukha walked up the mountain slowly and saw Temujin standing at the pass. He walked up to him and wanted to hug him. However, what awaited him was Temujin's sword falling on his shoulder. "Do you still consider me your sworn brother?"

Jamukha was not afraid, but sighed and ignored the knife on his shoulder, "Brother, you are already the leader of a tribe, why do you have to be so ambitious and unite all the Mongols together?"

Temujin looked at him coldly, "What do you want?"

Jamukha continued, "The leaders of all tribes said that our ancestors had lived like this for hundreds of years. Why would Temujin Khan change the old law? Even God would not allow it."

Temujin put away his sword and put it back into the sheath. "Do you remember the story of our ancestor Lady Alan Qoya? Her five sons were not getting along. She cooked mutton for them to eat and gave each of them an arrow and asked them to break it. They broke it easily. Then she put five arrows together and asked them to break it. The five people took turns to break it, but no one could break it. Do you remember what she said to her sons?"

Jamukha understood Temujin's intention and replied, "If you scatter one by one, you will be like a single arrow that can be broken by anyone. If you work together, you will be like five arrows that are tightly connected and cannot be broken by anyone."

Temujin sneered, "Okay, I didn't expect you still remember, so what happened to them later?"

His voice became deeper and deeper. "Later, her five sons worked together to create a great foundation and became the ancestors of the Mongolian people."

Temujin stared into his eyes, his voice getting colder, "Yes, our ancestors were like this, and we are both heroes, so why don't we gather all the Mongols together? Isn't it good for us to work together to destroy the Jin Dynasty?"

(End of this chapter)