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Chapter 56: Temujin's counterattack, Guo Jing's glory! (Please subscribe!)
She turned to look at Guo Jing, her eyes full of worry, her voice trembling, "Jing'er, are you going to the battlefield again?"

Guo Jing walked forward, picked up the bowl on the ground and put it away, then held his mother's hand and pulled her to sit on the blanket. "Mother, listen to me. This time, the Khan was framed by Jamukha and Sangkun and almost couldn't come back. One of us and them is bound to fall."

"The Khan pretended to be injured to paralyze them. As long as this battle is over, there will be no more wars on the grassland. Mother, don't worry, I will definitely be able to protect myself and return safely. Wasn't everything fine before?"

Li Ping's lips moved and she stammered twice. She swallowed the words that were about to stop her and said, "Jing'er, you have to be careful. Mother believes that you will be able to come back safely."

Guo Jing held his mother's hand, feeling the calluses and scars left by hard housework, and said solemnly, "My child will definitely come back safely!"

In the next few days, after saying hello to the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, Guo Jing stayed at home, accompanying his mother and training the Han slaves.

Ever since that day when he learned that Jamukha had betrayed Temujin, he had felt a sense of crisis in his heart. If someone wanted to harm his friends or family, it seemed that he could do nothing except use force.

Especially since he would be heading to the south of the Yangtze River soon, he was worried about his mother staying alone in the tribe, and these Han slaves were the guards he left behind to protect his mother.

He cannot always rely on Tolui and Hua Zheng, as there will always be times when they are unable to take care of him. Temujin's protection is not permanent. If something unexpected happens one day, he must always be able to protect himself.

Hua Zheng would come to see him from time to time, and the two of them would do the same as before. He would train his men, while Hua Zheng would watch quietly by the side without disturbing them.

This went on for several days, and Li Ping gradually came to her senses and understood Hua Zheng's little thoughts, so most of the time, she tried not to show up and give the boy and girl some space.

In the tent, Li Ping was cooking while thinking, Hua Zheng was a girl she had watched grow up, she knew her inside out, it would not be a bad idea if she could marry Jing'er, and she smiled as she thought about it.

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The Qiyan tribe was secretly preparing for a war, while the Kerait tribe was celebrating. Ever since they learned that Temujin was seriously injured, Wang Han and Wanyan Honglie had been sending spies to investigate. They learned that Temujin stayed indoors, sent soldiers to seek medical treatment everywhere, and even refused to see his own daughter. Taking all these factors into consideration, they actually thought that Temujin would not live long.

So they gave up attacking the Qiyan tribe and waited until Temujin died before taking action. The Qiyan tribe seemed powerful, but in fact it depended on Temujin alone. As long as he died, the entire tribe would fall apart.

No one has such high prestige as him to lead the entire tribe. His generals are not capable of doing so, and his son is even less capable of doing so. Instead of fighting a big battle with the Qiyan tribe now and causing mutual destruction, it is better to wait until Temujin dies before taking action.

Even though Wanyan Honglie felt that the whole thing was unusual, he had to agree. After all, he was just a guest and could not command Wang Han and Jamukha by relying on the power of the Jin Dynasty.

They were unwilling to send troops by force, and Wanyan Honglie could not force them.

As a result, the Kerait tribe has been partying these days, and Jamuka has joined them. The two sides are discussing how to divide Temujin's tribe, soldiers and pastures after his death.

From top to bottom, from the commander to the soldiers, everyone relaxed their vigilance and did not think there was any enemy at all.

……

Qiyan tribe, the king’s tent.

The "seriously injured" Temujin sat on a wooden couch. He was wearing armor and had a serious expression on his face. He did not look like a seriously injured or dying person at all. In the tent were his eldest son Jochi, second son Chagatai, third son Ogedei, fourth son Tolui, as well as his trusted generals such as Jebe, Trilawan and Borchu.

Seeing Temujin sitting on the couch, Tolui was stunned for a moment, "Father, are you okay?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present burst into laughter. Even Tolui was deceived, so Wang Han and the others must have been deceived as well.

Temujin gave Tolui a nonchalant look and looked at the people present, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I was seriously injured before, and I let Dushi go back just to paralyze Wanghan and make them relax their vigilance. This time Wanghan and his men attacked me, they will definitely not let our Qiyan tribe go. Since we have to fight sooner or later, we might as well take action first."

"Before, they set a trap to ambush us. Now, I want to let them taste the feeling of being ambushed."

"The tribe's heavy troops have been assembled. I will lead them out tomorrow. This time we are determined to defeat Wang Han and unify the grassland!"

As Temujin's orders were issued, the entire Qiyan tribe seemed to have become a war machine. Young and strong men were constantly drafted into the army, women prepared food and fodder, and craftsmen made armor and weapons.

At this time, Guo Jing came to Temujin's tent.

"Guo Jing, you're here."

When he saw Temujin, Guo Jing knelt on one knee and asked for a fight, "Great Khan, I am willing to be the vanguard in this expedition and charge into the battle for you."

Hearing this, a hint of hesitation flashed in Temujin's eyes, and he did not agree immediately. If it had been before, it would have been fine if he agreed, but now if he died on the battlefield, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Noticing Temujin's hesitation, Guo Jing looked up at him and said sincerely, "Great Khan, I promised Hua Zheng before that I would not let her marry Du Shi. This is my promise. Please grant my permission, Great Khan."

"Guo Jing, this battle is very dangerous, not like before. Does your master know about this?"

Guo Jing didn't understand Temujin's concerns, but he still replied seriously, "Don't worry, Khan, they already knew about this."

Temujin put aside his worries, helped him up immediately, and patted his shoulder heavily, "Well, you are worthy of being the person I have chosen. This time, you will be the captain of a thousand men and lead a thousand men to fight. When you return with a great victory, we will celebrate together!"

"Thank you, Khan!"

After Guo Jing left, a monk in yellow robes appeared in the king's tent. Temujin bowed to him and said, "Master, do you think his master is an enemy or a friend to us?"

The monk's eyes were tightly closed, and his skin was smooth and delicate, as if it was glowing red. "I originally thought that this man was only good at Qinggong, but I didn't expect that his martial arts skills were even better than mine. He has lived in the tribe for several years, teaching this boy wholeheartedly. He must be training a successor."

"Such a master should not be easily made an enemy, but should be made friends with as much as possible. He cannot serve the Khan. In my opinion, the opportunity lies with this child."

Temujin nodded and had an idea in mind.

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The next day.

The Qiyan tribe came out in full force. Before the battle, Temujin ordered the release of the thousand-man leader, rewarded him generously, and demoted him to a deputy captain, under the command of Guo Jing. On that day, Temujin decided to divide his troops into three groups to attack the Kerey tribe. One group was led by Jebe and the other by Muhuali. The two groups had a total of 16 thousand-man teams, and he himself led 10,000 elite troops.

Guo Jing's team of a thousand men followed Temujin's large army. They were also the most elite soldiers of the Qiyan tribe. They had participated in two battles before, once as archers and did not charge into the battle head-on, and once as they charged with the army but were not vanguards.

This time, he was in charge of a team of a thousand men, with a captain of a thousand men as his deputy general. The soldiers under his command were not Han slaves who had experienced battles, but veterans who had followed Temujin across the grassland for more than ten years.

Under the sunlight, they marched on the grassland. Apart from the sound of horses' hooves, the only sound was the whistling of flags fluttering in the wind. Guo Jing noticed that the leather armor of the cavalry he led was covered with scars, and the seams were dark red. No one spoke during the march, and the atmosphere was filled with solemnity.

"Wow!"

The goshawk flew across the sky, emitting a sharp eagle cry.

The scouts who were scattered around the foothills and rivers were becoming more and more frequent. Whenever they encountered herdsmen grazing along the way, the cavalry would quickly step forward and capture them and take them along with the army to avoid exposing their whereabouts.

Dust was splashed by the slow march of countless horses, filling the dusk. Tall flags stood in rows. Occasionally, the wind blew over, rolling up the dust and the sound of tens of thousands of cavalrymen marching and treading on the ground, which spread to the distance.

In fact, Temujin did not have many soldiers under his command. If the grassland tribes took up arms, they could quickly mobilize tens of thousands of cavalry, but that was a mob. What Temujin wanted were elite troops, cavalry that could fight, not herdsmen who could only shoot arrows and would scatter when faced with a headwind.

They did not walk fast because they needed to conserve their horsepower. At night, they bypassed the flat grassland, passed through the small paths and valleys, and headed straight for the base camp of the Kerait tribe.

At this time, the Kerait tribe was completely unaware of the coming crisis and was still immersed in joy.

In the early morning, before the sun rises, the mountain peaks are shrouded in mist, and occasionally smoke can be seen rising over the forest.

At the foot of the mountain is a flat grassland with lush grass and abundant water. The Kerait tribes are scattered in groups of three or five, forming a huge clan camp. Generally speaking, large nomadic tribes are based at the foot of the mountain.

Because there are the best pastures at the foot of the mountains, and there are countless resources that can be used in the mountains. Don't think that people just live by the flat rivers and follow the water and grass. Small tribes can do so, but large tribes must have a fixed place to maintain cohesion.

In the wilderness, cattle and sheep flutter their long ears and nibble on the tender green grass leisurely. The river flows quietly through the wilderness. After the spring comes, the cattle and sheep that have been hungry for a winter are released to eat and grow fat.

Now is the time when there is plenty of rain and the grass is tender. After a rain, the tender green grass grows wildly, which will be the best food for cattle and sheep.

Originally, there should have been soldiers guarding and patrolling around the pasture, but when the historian brought back the news that Temujin was dying, Wang Han and others confirmed it and believed that the news was true, so they held a banquet in the tribe.

The leaders of the various tribes under his command gathered together to celebrate Wang Han's victory. As long as Temujin died, he would be the most powerful tribe on the grassland. With the endorsement of the Jin Kingdom, becoming the Khan of the grassland would be a piece of cake.

While they were opening champagne in the half, Temujin had quietly mobilized his army and attacked them in three directions.

They crossed the trail and came to the vicinity of the Kerait tribe where they rested for half a day. After Temujin contacted the other two groups, he launched a night attack from three different directions.

In the darkness of night, it was pitch dark, but the lights in the tribe provided guidance for the night attack troops.

On the lonely ground, the green grass lay low, the dust particles gradually shook, the horses' hooves galloped, stepped down, and crushed the grass. Then more horses' hooves rushed over, like a rolling torrent.

The sounds of crying, fighting, and cursing echoed across the wilderness!
The Kerait tribe had no idea where the enemies came from, and many people were crushed into meat paste in their sleep. The Kerait tribe had no time to react before they were broken through the outer perimeter and attacked straight into the tribe.

Wang Han, Sangkun and others were shocked when they heard the news. Didn’t they say that Temujin would not live long?
However, even though they knew they had been deceived, it was already too late. Under the cover of night, they could only fight and retreat, gathering the remaining soldiers to resist. This was their base and could not be lost easily.

The two sides fought for three days and three nights at the foot of the mountain, with corpses and blood everywhere and heads scattered all over the ground. The battle was extremely tragic.

Jamukha, Sangkun, Wang Han and others personally led their troops to resist and launched a counterattack.

A rain of arrows crisscrossed the sky and fell on the charging figures of both sides. The air was full of whistling sounds, and soldiers on both sides were constantly shot off their horses.

Du Shi, the son of Sang Kun, also led a troop, but he met Guo Jing on the battlefield. The killing in the past few days had made Guo Jing blood-thirsty, and when he saw Du Shi, new and old grudges all surged into his heart.

Then there was another charge. Thousands of cavalrymen were under his command, and he rode his little red horse to charge forward, invincible. The horse's hooves stomped the ground loudly. The moment Du Shi saw Guo Jing, his face turned pale, and then he turned and ran away.

That’s right, he ran away before the two sides even fought.

When he ran away, the subordinates behind him lost their command and instantly became scattered sand, and were shot and chased by the cavalry led by Guo Jing. But no matter how fast he ran, could he be faster than Guo Jing's little red horse?

The moment he saw Du Shi, Guo Jing equated him with a dead man. He rode his little red horse as fast as lightning in pursuit of the figure running ahead. Du Shi no longer had the arrogance he had a few days ago. He was so scared that his face turned pale and he lay prone on his horse, hoping to run faster.

The sound of horse hooves behind him gradually approached, like the king of hell demanding his life. He turned around and suddenly met Guo Jing's murderous eyes, "Mercy..."

The next moment, the little red horse kicked with both hooves, and Guo Jing leaped into the air, his spear like a poisonous snake swallowing its tongue. Before he could shout "Spare", the sound stopped abruptly, and Du Shi's body was pierced, blood gushing out and spilling all over the ground.

With a flick of the spear tip, Du Shi's figure was lifted up and hung on the tip of the spear.

When he returned to the battlefield, Du Shi's men saw his body and their morale plummeted. Guo Jing saw this and immediately shouted, "Dismount and surrender. Lay down your weapons and we won't kill you!"

"Clap!"

As one soldier dropped his sword, the others followed suit, dismounted and surrendered. When the enemy surrendered, Guo Jing ordered to stop the killing, disbanded this group of people and incorporated them into his own army.

Du Shi's head was also chopped off, and he would be rewarded according to his merits after returning.

This was a thrilling and extremely brutal battle. Temujin won a great victory. Wang Han and Sangkun fled to the west in panic and were later killed by the Naiman and Western Liao people respectively. When Wanyan Honglie learned that Temujin was attacking, he fled from the Kerait tribe and returned to the Jin Kingdom.

At this point, all of the Kereyid people were annexed by Temujin, who became the sole overlord on the grassland!
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