At the head of Chahanhot City, Lin Dan Khan looked out condescendingly, with a sad look on his face.

Below, there was a dense army, a whole army of 100,000 surrounded the place.

The muzzles of the three hundred mortars were aimed at the sky, and the dark holes were like the bloody mouths of evil spirits, trying to choose people to devour.

Once, this was the center of southern Mongolia, whether it was Korqin, Nekhalkha, Tumut, Ordos, all of them had to tremble under their own power. But now it's all gone, since that tentative attack......