Gazing at the golden tent in the distance, a trace of excitement flashed through Jia Fou's eyes. He immediately ordered in a deep voice,"
"Xiang Que, lead a thousand cavalry and surround the camp from the left and right.”
"The rest of the cavalry, follow me to destroy the enemy camp!"
"Yes."
Xiang Que did not hesitate at all and hurriedly went down to make the arrangements.
The one thousand Overlord Cavalry split from the main group and then turned into two black torrents, flanking the Tartar camp from the left and right.
"Gentlemen."
"Follow me and kill!"
After watching Xiang Que leave, Jia Fou's expression was cold as he held the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd and rode forward.
The once famous Overlord's mount, the Dusk Stallion, had displayed its peerless elegance in this space-time.
"Da da! Da da!"
The remaining two thousand Overlord Cavalry followed Jia Fou closely, heading straight for the camp gate.
In an instant.
Jia Kui rode his Dark Stallion to the entrance of the camp.
Looking at the wooden barricade outside, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Get up!"
With a furious roar, the veins on his body bulged, and his face turned red.
The Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd in his hand lifted the wooden barricade.
"Bang!"
In the next moment.
The huge wooden barricade was sent flying by him and crashed heavily to the side.
The Tatars guarding behind the barricade were all dumbfounded by this scene.
One had to know that the wooden barricade weighed more than a hundred pounds, yet Jia Cui had sent it flying with one hand. Was he still human?
"Kill them!"
Unfortunately, Jia Fou did not give them any time to react.
A black bolt of lightning soared into the sky and charged into the Tartar camp.
The Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd was like the Grim Reaper's scythe. With every swing, dozens of Tartars were killed.
Two thousand Overlord Cavalry followed behind Jia Fou and charged into the Tartar camp.
"Ah!"
"Longevity Heaven, save me!"
" Great Sky Wolf God!!!"
Wails and screams rose and fell, and they were endless.
The Overlord Cavalry continued to charge through the camp, their ice-cold spears piercing through the bodies of the Tartars.
Whether they were young or strong, old or young, they were all reduced to ghosts under the Overlord Cavalry's spear.
Jia Fou sat quietly on his Dark Stallion, watching the scene unfold before him, his eyes unmoved.
This wasn't a contest between justice and evil, but an endless slaughter between races that would only end when one side perished.
If the Tatars were allowed to charge into the Great Wall, then countless Han people would repeat the tragedy of the past and become the targets of the Tatars 'wanton slaughter.
In fact, for a long time in the past, the nomadic people called the Han people two-legged sheep as food.
That was truly cruel!
As time passed, the sun gradually set in the west, and the grassland was dyed red by the sunset.
In the Tartar camp at the foot of Langjuxu Mountain, the wails and screams became less and less, and gradually disappeared without a trace.
All that was left were corpses, scimitars, and arrows.
"My lord."
"The Khan Tent has captured many people.”
Xiang Que excitedly ran over to report.
"Oh?"
Hearing this.
Jia Fou's expression changed slightly. He rode his horse forward and slowly drove towards the golden tent in the middle of the camp.
When he really came to the front of the golden tent, he found that the tent was particularly spacious, occupying at least half an acre of land.
Golden tassels were attached to the outside of the tent, and on top of it was a bronze statue of a double-winged wolf.
In the distant 12th century, the tribe of the Mongol Qiyan tribe, the Borzhi Jin clan, used the wolf as their totem.
Later, as Genghis Khan swept across the continent, the wolf gradually became the totem and belief of all nomads.
After the fall of the Yuan Dynasty, the remnants of the tribe fled to the grasslands. Combining the Heavenly Dragon and the Ash Wolf, a new totem, the Sky Wolf God, was born.
"My lord!"
The Overlord Cavalry on both sides of the golden tent bowed and lifted the curtain.
It revealed the hundreds of trembling Tartar nobles in the golden tent.
"Da! Da! Da!"
The Tartar nobles in the tent trembled as they looked outside.
A black figure slowly approached.
He was seven feet tall, with sharp eyebrows and a face as sharp as a knife. His entire body was soaked in blood.
Even the hair under the mirror was congealed into strands by the blood.
It made people shudder!
"Who is the Que family of Tartar?”
Sitting on the back of his dark horse, Jia Fu looked down at all the nobles in the tent and said coldly.
There was a commotion in the crowd.
In the end, a young Tartar woman dressed in luxurious clothes appeared in front of him. Her eyes were filled with lust."Central Plainsman."
"You win. Everything here, including me, belongs to you.”
"You can do anything you want.”
The law of the grassland had always been survival of the fittest.
Today, you kill my entire family. Tomorrow, I will kill your entire family. Women are the most valuable things on the prairie.
Any tribe would slaughter the old and weak of their enemies, but they would never slaughter women, cattle, sheep, and horses.
Therefore, even the Que family of the Tartar Khan gladly accepted this result.
Moreover, Jia Cong's handsomeness and bravery really attracted these rough grassland women.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Jia Ti lifted the chin of the Tata Que with his sword and said lightly,""Since that's the case, you can introduce these Tartar nobles.”
Immediately after.
The Que family of the Tartar Empire revealed the identities of the Tartar nobles in the tent.
The three princes of Banjul, the successors of the Zasaktu Khan and the Tuxetuhan, as well as the senior officials and family members of the Tartar Empire, such as the Grand Tutor, the Prime Minister, the Minister of Pingzhang, the Privy Council, and the Minister of Political Affairs.
"My lord, we've caught a big fish.”
Hearing this, Xiang Que could not help but smile.
Although the grasslands were divided into three parts, with Wala, Tartar, and Monan each occupying one, the Tartar army was the main character of this war.
Jia Ti led his troops to capture all the princes and nobles in one fell swoop. This achievement was no less than Huo Qubing's when he first led the army.
"That's not right."
"Why aren't there any people from the Kalka or Tumed tribes here?”
However, Jia Kui wasn't overwhelmed by the surprise. Instead, he calmly caught the flaws.
His aggressive gaze landed on the Que family of the Tartar Empire again.
"The Kalka Tribe and the Tumed Tribe have not submitted to the Great Khan, so they naturally have no one here.”
The Tartar Que Family didn't hide anything and openly told the truth.
Thud!
As soon as he finished speaking.
Jia Fou and Xiang Que's expressions changed slightly.
The news he got from the Horqin Mongol Tamur was that Chebuden Banjul had unified the five tribes of Tartar and called himself the King of Tartar.
However, he learned from the Que family of the Tartars that the Kalka and Tumed tribes had not joined the Tartars.
Then, who was telling the truth and who was lying?
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