The great battle between the Beihai Sword Sect and the Sakya Sect was just a slightly conspicuous wave on the grassland.

The most striking thing at this time was the rivalry between Temujin and the head of the Zadaran tribe, Zamuhe, known as the Gul Khan.

Zamuhe used to be Temujin's Anta, but with the fall of Temujin's family, they became estranged from him.

Now that Temujin is about to rise, Zamuhe, the former righteous brother, has become a stumbling block in front of him.

At the same time, for Zamuhe, Temujin was also a great threat.

Of course, these are extremely superficial contradictions.

Behind the scenes, the confrontation between Zamuhe and Temujin was a counterattack by the old forces of the steppe.

Tengger threw himself into Buddhism, reincarnated as Temujin, and wanted to conquer the steppe, and then take the steppe as the core and sweep towards the whole world.

And those gods who originally existed on the grassland were unwilling to abandon their glory and become slaves of Buddhism, with the chains of slavery tied around their necks.

So they raised Zamuhe and gathered the strength of a large number of steppe tribes to annihilate Temujin in one fell swoop.

In the first year of Jin Mingchang, the Zamuhe people were shot and killed under the pretext that the people of the Kou tribe plundered Temujin, and a total of 30,000 people from 13 tribes including Taichiwu attacked Temujin.

After receiving the report of Zamuhe's subordinate Yiqiresi people, Temujin divided his 30,000 men into thirteen wings (battalions), and Temujin and Muhaelun were divided into unified wing armies, and the rest of the wings were mostly led by the nobles of the Qiyan tribe. The two sides fought at the main battle of Ta Bal.

The battle was fought fiercely.

On the grassland, it was a bloody battle between the two tribal groups, and the blood stained the waters of the river red.

And in the void, it is a group of grassland gods fighting.

Temujin, as the reincarnation of Tengri, still has some gods who are loyal to him, secretly guarding him.

In this battle, neither Buddhism nor Chu He intervened.

Temujin's defeat was a must, and the gods who were loyal to Tengri were already destined to sacrifice. If they are still there, whether it is Buddhism or Chu He, it will not be so easy to control Temujin.

In this battle, Temujin was defeated and lost.

I had to take the remnants of my subordinates to retreat to the narrow source of the river.

At the same time, he wrote a letter to Zamuhe, stating the friendship of the past and expressing his surrender.

Zamuhe was overjoyed, and despite the persuasion of the leaders of the tribes, he led the army back to his headquarters and no longer pursued.

After returning to his headquarters, he boiled the captives in seventy cauldrons to sacrifice to the gods who helped him.

For a while, he was full of ambition and had the ambition to swallow the world.

Chu He and Yang Chenkong sat on Tie Feng's back, looking at the boiling human flesh in the big iron pot that spread for ten miles.

The strange smell of meat soars upward, even from a distance, you can smell it.

Yang Chenkong smelled this smell, first snorted, then turned pale, hugged Tie Feng's neck and retched vigorously below.

"Originally, I wanted to persuade you to give up helping Temujin and instead support this Zamuha. Now it seems that I was wrong. Zamuhe is so cruel that he is not a good lord. After half a sound, Yang Chenkong relieved himself, stood up and said to Chu He.

Chu He stood on Tie Feng's back, his face did not change, but in fact, he had already turned to breathe inside, and he couldn't smell the rich smell of meat outside, otherwise it would be difficult to guarantee that he would not lose his temper.

"It was right to choose Temujin over Zamuhe. However, it is not because of the cruelty of Zamuhe that he has become a king and a loser since ancient times. How many so-called tyrannical lords have done, those so-called sages and wise monarchs may not have done less. ”

"Aside from other factors behind it, Zamuhe is a stubborn man who does not listen to any advice, and we devote ourselves to the past and do not get any benefit. And a character like him will lose a lot sooner or later. Chu He said lightly.

"Look, it won't be long before Zamuhe will drive away all the tribes that have gathered under his command because of his character. ”

"After all, the tribes on the grassland are all free, lacking great binding force, as long as a little external force acts, the seemingly huge group will fall apart. ”

After Chu He finished speaking, he didn't even see the Zamuhe, who was once as famous as Temujin, and turned his crested head and flew towards the source of the tribulation river where Temujin was now struggling.

Temujin was sitting on the hillside at this time.

He stayed by Temujin's side, not speaking, just looking at him, his eyes always full of love and trust, without a trace of disappointment or doubt.

As a wife, if she can't give substantial help, then the only thing she can do is to believe and worship her husband with all her heart.

Even in order to live up to this trust, Temujin will definitely rise again from the abyss.

Only a stupid woman will use words and deeds to satirize and ridicule her husband who is connected to her fate, and add a riot to the already unbearable situation.

"I'm defeated! I may have nothing. Zamuhe likes you too, and I won't blame you if you go to him. You are the most beautiful Lizhu on the grassland, and you should wear the most noble crown, I can't give it to you anymore. Temujin suddenly turned around and said earnestly to Polti.

He didn't speak, but stepped forward and straightened the thick beard that grew under Temujin's jaw.

And then just smiled and looked at him.

She did not speak, but her eyes seemed to tell Temujin that she would wear the most noble crown, but that it had to be the man in front of her, who would put it on for her with his own hands.

Temujin clenched his hand, and the temperature of his palm gave him the courage to fight again.

"Okay, you won't abandon me! Then I, Temujin, swear to the Immortal Heaven that no matter what the price, I will defeat Zamuhe, and then sweep across this grassland, and send you the glory you deserve into your hands. Temujin was proud and said very passionately.

"I believe in you!" said with a nod of her head. She did not refuse Temujin's promise, nor did she hesitate or disbelieve it, as if what Temujin said was the truth. It was as if what Temujin was going to fetch her was a wild flower by the lake, something as simple and easy as that.

A good woman is a flower of interpretation.

And a good and successful woman can't just be a flower, she must be a harbor where men can rest after the storm. At the same time, we will never forget the courage to conquer the sea.

When Tie Feng flew in the distance, it was Er Ti who found the target first.

She quietly turned around and used herself to stand in front of Temujin, her smile still bright, without any change, simple and pure.

Chu He and Yang Chenkong fell from the iron phoenix.

At this time, Temujin also noticed the arrival of the two.

"Hall Master Yang! This is... Temujin saw Yang Chenkong, greeted him, and glanced at Chu He with his eyes, this was the first time Temujin had seen Chu He, although the statues and portraits of Chu He were not uncommon in the Beihai Sword Sect, but Temujin didn't pay much attention to it in the past, and at this moment, it didn't seem to have thought of it.

Of course, it is also possible that this is just his disguise.

At least Chu He found that Temujin had pulled Balti behind him, and at the same time clenched the long sword at his waist.

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