In the early morning of the 18th day of the seventh month of the first year of Shaoxi, the grassland to which the Khorezm people belonged, like the steppe of the Tatars who had just experienced a huge fire in autumn, was filled with the smell of fireworks and the pungent smell of burnt corpses.

Plumes of black smoke rose into the sky, making the sky above the camp like a dark cloud, and the fire that had continued since last night was still beating uneasily this morning, and screams and cries were rising and falling in the ruined camp.

The camp of nearly 50,000 or 60,000 Khorezm people was reduced to ruins overnight, the broken banners greeted the morning sun, the crippled war horses continued to struggle to stand up in the blood, and the intermittent moans of pain, the Khorezm soldiers who almost begged for mercy, looked at the Liao people who were patrolling around them, and hoped in their hearts that they could make up for themselves and make their deaths more happy.

The Liao, Jin, Tatar, and Song people who fought all night, for the dying Khorezm soldiers who only had one breath left, they didn't bother to do it again, not to mention that they were already tired of killing all night, so they were willing to watch them slowly smoke under the torture of heavy injuries.

The entire battalion was wiped out, and the chief general's white and bloodless head was hung on the huge flagpole in front of the Chinese army's tent and shook gently, as if he couldn't bear to see the ruins in front of him.

As the fire under the flagpole burned all night, and finally burned the root of the flagpole, the flagpole fell diagonally in the smoke-filled air, and then hit the ground with a loud bang, and the ashes flew up, and the head of the main general rolled into the fire on the ground, and the remaining hair was mercilessly eroded by the fire, adding to the strong smell of burning in the camp.

Some ferocious birds that feed on carrion began to hover in the sky overhead, and in the depths of the grassland that were not affected by the fire, one after another grassland beasts were also watching this side at all times, ready to wait for the opportunity to move, and enjoy the delicious meal in front of them.

Some war horses that were spared the disaster of war, kept snorting in the pungent smell of burning, back and forth in the pile of corpses looking for their former masters, and the iron horsemen occasionally stepped on the corpses that had not completely breathed, but their bodies were covered with blood and severed limbs, always to the silent morning, bringing a scream that tore the sky apart, and then startled a fierce bird to fly into the sky.

After realizing the false alarm, one by one they hovered down from the sky again, and began to enjoy the rare gluttonous feast prepared for them by human hands.

The sky was still swirling with thick smoke, and there were more and more fierce birds, and Temujin would not waste any grain and grass that could be taken away, after all, when they set out from Kegu City this time, they only brought ten days of grain and grass with them.

"To Malhan." Temujin looked at the largest black pillar of smoke with a calm face, and said lightly.

Since the camp was broken last night, after confirming that the Khorezmians could no longer stop the effective defense, Temujin immediately ordered Mo Xiaobao to rush to the direction of Keman City overnight, ready to meet Ye Qing and Mu Huali if they ran out of the city.

The Yeli Zhan, the begging stone martyrs, the gods and slaves, Zhong Silkworm, Borshu and others, after the battle was halfway through, began to withdraw more than half of the troops in an orderly manner, leaving only half of the troops to search for the new force of the Khorezm people in the camp, and the rest of the people seized the time to rest, and then after the slaughter was halfway through, they began to transfer the other half of the people to slaughter the camp, and the others rested in place.

The grasp of time, the control of the overall situation, for the suppression of the combat effectiveness of the soldiers, Temujin can be said to have achieved the extreme, and it is precisely because of his planned slaughter of the Khwarazmian camp that he can lead the army to set off for the city of Markhan immediately after the first ray of sunlight breaks through the ground.

"Great Khan ......." Borshu said with some concern on the side.

All the soldiers under his command, including the generals, basically rested for half the night last night, but Borshu knew that Temujin had been watching the camp all the time and had never closed his eyes.

"I'm fine." Temujin interrupted Borshu without waiting for him to finish, and then said to the bell silkworm on the other side: "You are a scout, before sunset, I want to know everything about the city of Malhan." ”

"Yes, Great Khan." Zhong Silkworm did not hesitate to take the order.

He then left his army and followed Temujin on his way, while he himself began to gallop away with hundreds of men, and along the way he could gather countless scouts sent out from the previous night, and likewise, he could have new scouts turn around and report the news of Temujin's journey to the city of Malkham.

Everything is almost perfectly coordinated and seamless, without wasting a little time or consuming too much combat effectiveness, and after using all the people on the key points of a war, thinking of all the best and worst possibilities, they can be so calm and unhurried on the battlefield, giving the enemy an invisible and heavy sense of urgency and pressure.

Ye Qing believes that no matter whether Temujin wants to or not, Zhong Silkworm and Mo Xiaobao should be able to learn how to lead the troops more effectively from Temujin.

When the first rays of sunlight rose in the city, the streets of the city were already filled with countless people, as if it was a festival, everyone with a smile of anticipation on their faces, spontaneously walking towards the place where the Zoroastrian sun god stayed.

Whether it was the streets, the alleys, or even the inns, there were believers in white robes, walking out of the door with a pious and expectant face, as if they had been spelled, coming from all directions, and then all going in one direction.

Mu Huali didn't close his eyes all night, as long as he closed his eyes, he would involuntarily appear in his mind the picture of fighting on the battlefield, or he couldn't help but worry about whether Temujin would be late, whether he would encounter great resistance on the battlefield, whether it would be because of the enemy's stubborn resistance, so he had been fighting all night, and now he was sleepy and tired, and he was still fighting with the enemy.

Looking at the back of Ye Qing standing at the window looking at the street, Mu Huali didn't even save a greeting: "My lord, is there still no movement?" ”

Ye Qing's back was motionless, and he didn't answer Mu Huali's question out loud, until Mu Huali got up, stood behind Ye Qing, and looked out the window at the crowd on the street, like a long white river, flowing slowly, a little shocked and speechless.

"So many people went to the sun god to do things again? He...... How could he have so many believers? Almost every populace in the city seemed to worship them as if they were gods, their emperor...... Aren't you afraid of the sun god rebelling? Mu Huali gasped and said.

"Qiu Chuji should be allowed to take a look at this, let him learn from the influence of others, and look at these people who worship and worship. It is much stronger than their immeasurable Heavenly Venerable and Amitabha Buddha, and they know how to deceive every day. Ye Qing patted the windowsill with both hands, and then said unhurriedly: "Divine power and imperial power have always been inseparable, and they belong to each other's achievements. But...... The slight difference is that in the Central Plains, divine power is the influence and ability granted by the imperial power, while here and further in the West, it is the opposite, and the imperial power is the influence and ability granted by the divine power. Therefore, the imperial power of the Central Plains is greater than the divine power, and in the West, the divine power is greater than the imperial power. ”

"Is there a difference?" Mu Huali was a little confused, since they were each other's achievements, why were they so different.

"It's a big difference." Ye Qing smiled, it was difficult to explain this question for a while, and he thought for a while: "The divine power of our Central Plains is determined by the vested interests of the imperial power, if you Mu Huali becomes the emperor, then you say who is a god, who is a god, you can also make up an extremely noble and sacred identity for yourself at will, you can be the descendant of any immortal, or directly which immortal is reincarnated." In short, if you are the emperor, then you can make gods. Originally, the gods you don't like, the gods that don't meet your interests, can be knocked out of the mortal world because of your words, and then the gods you worship, the gods who can fool the people, can be worshiped as the gods of the whole world. In short, the advantage of this is that as an emperor, you are the heavens and the only one, everything should be based on your thinking guidelines, all ethics, morals, secular prejudices, etc., should serve your will, and all things that can bind you can be removed without hesitation, you ...... Do whatever you want, because you are greater than God, and God has to listen to you. So in this world, no one can restrain you. ”

"So as the emperor of the Central Plains, you can do whatever you want?" Mu Huali's voice trembled a little, with a hint of interest.

"Yes, if you are the emperor of the Central Plains, everything belongs to you, so you can have whatever you want, and no one will stop you from doing whatever you want. You say that whoever is God is God...... Ye Qing said with a smile, but there was a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't know the profoundness, but he knew that among all the sacreds that had been consecrated and worshipped in China for 5,000 years, few of them were made by the common people to initiate offerings, and they were all gods created by the ruling class for their own long-term or far-reaching interests.

Therefore, the three outlines and five constants kill people, shackle the people of the world to the imperial power, just so that they can be sanctified by gods, but after all, they still can't escape the villain and speculation.

"And what about the Emperor of the West? Isn't there no right? Mu Huali asked again like a student full of curiosity.

"Almost as big as the emperor of the Central Plains, only the laws of God can restrain and supervise him, and similarly, the laws of God are the only laws that can measure whether he is qualified to be an emperor...... But the god does not have the right to be the emperor, such as the sun god, he can only be the sun god, even if the people and believers worship him more than their emperor, the emperor will not worry. Therefore, if the emperor is tyrannical, the sun god can also mobilize the people to rebel, and then elect the biggest rebel as the emperor. Of course, the best thing to do is that the emperor pulls the sun god along the way, and then it is enough to live a good life of hello, good me, and good everyone. It's just that if the sun god is replaced, you, as the emperor, will have to be re-wooed. Ye Qing smiled, and there were no fewer believers on the street at this time.

The sun had completely risen above the ground, but to this day, the whole city of Keman was still peaceful, and there was not the slightest sign of chaos, or the heralds and escapees had returned like dogs to report the loss.

"It's better to be the emperor of the Central Plains." Mu Huali said thoughtfully.

"That's not it, only the emperor of the Central Plains is the son of heaven, except for heaven, no one is bigger than him. And the emperors of the West are, at best, the chosen ones. Do you think there's a big difference? Ye Qing said lightly.

"So we can actually assassinate their gods, cause them more panic, and then allow the Great Khan to have their forces more unimpeded! As long as the gods die, they will fall into the situation of six gods without masters, right? Mu Huali's eyes flashed.

"Isn't this time better than when you were in Ifa City, have you thought about it?" Ye Qing stretched out his hand and patted Mu Huali's injured shoulder and asked.

Mu Huali's gaze was also on Ye Qing's injured left hand, and said, "Don't worry, my lord, even if the last general is dead, he will pull the god to cushion the last general's back." At that time, he also asked the lord to tell the Great Khan on behalf of the last general that Mu Huali would still be his slave in the next life. ”

"It sounds quite numb, and it doesn't feel abrupt to be a woman who is willing to be him in the next life." Ye Qing smiled and teased Mu Huali, who had an embarrassed face, turned around and walked to the door and said, "Keep it to yourself and tell him, who is this official, how can I spread the word for this little for you." ”

Mu Huali looked at Ye Qing's departing back, smiled silently and gratefully, and had to admit that if he could become Ye Qing's subordinate, it would not be a happy thing, but he would never betray the Great Khan.

(ps: I couldn't sleep last night, I had a lot of insomnia, I came home from work and thought about squinting for a while, two hours passed, I changed it today, and I fought for it tomorrow.) ）