In the darkness of the night, countless grassland athletes poured into Wang Han's camp in all directions. At this time, the sound of celebration could still be faintly heard in Wang Han's camp, and Temujin was even more relieved when he saw this, and immediately ordered the army to attack.

The moon in the steppe tonight lost its color, and quietly lay behind the heavy clouds, and with Temujin's command, a brilliant signal rose in the air, so conspicuous, all the Temujin tribes could not help but raise their heads, looking at the signal that represented the slaughter, with a smile on their faces, the long years of conquest had already made them very blood-hungry, longing for blood to bring more joy to their lives.

With the shouting of killing, Temujin's army rushed into the camp of Wang Han together, and Temujin also rushed into the camp with his own soldiers, and there were scattered arrows shooting, stepping over the fallen gate, stepping on the ground and spreading colorful flags, and several soldiers of the Wang Han tribe and soldiers of his own tribe fell in a pool of blood at the gate.

The Wanghan tribe is really in decline, even the guards are such old soldiers, looking at the gray-haired soldiers lying on the ground, Temujin secretly thought, the former Wanghan tribe is also a famous male on the grassland, and now he is like an old man in his twilight years, and the grassland today should be my Temujin's world. The whole world should be the world of my Temujin.

Torrents rampaged through the camp, a rain of arrows came and went back and forth in the camp, because it was a night raid, everyone did not bring torches, but the moonlight tonight was silent, the Temujin tribe was looking for prey in the camp, a branch of rockets lit the big tent, the flames burned rapidly on the tent, the fire grew bigger and bigger, with a bang, the big tent collapsed, and a group of soldiers in the tent were also wrapped in flames, large or small battles, killing all over the camp.

Temujin, who was standing on the periphery, led the guards to look at the swaying golden tent in the middle of the camp, and couldn't help but be quite complacent, after capturing the golden horde, the Wanghan tribe was about to leave the stage of the steppe, and in the future, he would return to unify Mongolia, lead the Mongols into the world of flowers and flowers in the Central Plains, and create the greatest feat.

Just as Temujin was thinking about it, he heard Mu Huali next to him come to his side and say: "Big man, this situation is not right, most of the soldiers guarding here are old and weak, and there are no ordinary herdsmen in this camp, it is like an empty camp!" ”

"What did you say!" Temujin was even taken aback, and after countless battles, he came back to his senses in an instant: "Not good! This Wang Han actually saw through my plan, quickly, let all the soldiers regroup! ”

Temujin reacted quickly, and his order was issued quickly, but at this time it was too late, only to see a sudden sound of trumpets in the sky, which was a sign of the attack of Wang Han's army, at this time Wang Han had already led an ambush from the surrounding area, towards the attack on Temujin, who was attacking the camp!

Even though Temujin's troops were elite, in the chaos of the night, it was not possible to restore order in a moment, not to mention that there was no time to prepare at this time, Wang Han's troops had already surrounded and killed, and Temujin's troops could only rely on instinctive counterattacks, but they were suddenly attacked and had lost their first hand, and Temujin's troops suffered a lot of losses from the beginning.

Temujin observed the surrounding Wang Han's army, only felt that there were a large number, afraid of no less than 40,000 people, and knew in his heart that he was afraid that he was really going to suffer a big loss this time, and he could only lead his own soldiers at the moment, and lead the surrounding troops to kill a bloody road, but also thanks to Wang Han's troops in recent years, there were few wars, and the combat effectiveness dropped sharply, after more than half an hour of fighting, he actually led more than 10,000 people to kill a bloody road, and fled directly to the headquarters, as for the rest of the soldiers, most of them died in the hands of Wang Han's troops, and less than 10,000 were captured.

Meanwhile, in the tribe of Temujin, when the first rays of the sun on the steppe pierced the faint mist of the steppe and penetrated the shabby yurt, Acrylic got up, and this morning he had to milk his lamb, which was the freshest in the morning, and the warriors of the tribe liked to drink it the most. Akeli was an ordinary twelve-year-old Mongolian boy who, like most Mongolian children, had a ruddy face. He and his grandmother lived on a meadow not far from the Temujin tribe. That few scattered yurts are his home.

Akeli, who was carrying a black milking bucket, looked like an adult, and a Mongolian child could already be regarded as a laborer at this age, Akeli's ears suddenly heard a dull hoof, and then a dozen black dots galloped from the place where the sun rose in the east. It's cavalry! Could it be the troops of the Great Khan. Acrylic mused. Carrying his milking pail to the side of the dozen lambs, no matter what, I still have to hurry up to finish today's work, yesterday's end can be completed grandma scolded me.

The cavalry at the front came to Acrylic's side in an instant, and with a sharp pull on the reins, the black horse neighed, and stopped beside the child. The man with the long knife on the horse laughed uninhibitedly: "It's the little cub of the Temujin tribe. ”

At this time, Akeli's mother, who was busy in the yurt, heard the neighing of the horse, felt uneasy, opened the curtain of the yurt and walked out. Desperate cries out, "Acrylic." Come on! As he spoke, he ran to the horses resting next to the yurt.

As soon as Acrylic heard his mother's words, he smashed the milking bucket in the face of the smirking man and ran away to his own pony. But how could he outrun the men on horseback again, and as soon as he took a few steps on his calf, he was held in the hands of one of them like a chicken. Acrylic glanced back at the man holding him and bit his bare arm hard. The man shuddered violently from the bite. He scolded: "Little rabbit cub." With a thud, he lifted Acrylic aloft. He fell heavily to the ground.

Acrylic screamed, shivered on the ground a few times, and then remained motionless, and several lambs called beside him, licking the blood that overflowed from Acrylic's face. Akeli's mother heard Akeli's scream, her whole body tightened, and when she looked up, she saw her son lying in red and white, and couldn't help screaming in despair: "Akeli." A few Mongolian warriors who followed the horse rode their horses behind her in a blink of an eye, waved their sabers in their hands, and slashed them hard. The woman lay limply, in a blood-red state.

"The Great Khan ordered to kill all the people of the Temujin tribe, and their cattle are ours." One of the captains said. The other cavalry sprang into action, and rushed to the nearby beasts, and all the beasts in the vicinity lay in pools of blood. It was one of a dozen squads led by Sankun and Zamuhe who slaughtered the scattered housing in Temujin's camp. At this time, the large army of the two of them had approached Temujin's camp and surrounded Temujin's camp.

The early morning sun gilded Sangkun's golden armor and looked at the camp in front of him. Sang Kun had a sinister smile on his face, and with a heavy wave of his handle, the horn of the charge behind him sounded. Countless Dao Jin rode into the camp, led by a tall man with a scar on his forehead, he shouted, waved the huge machete in his hand, and led the troops behind him to rush forward......