Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 901 - 743 Not Going to Indulge You_2

Chapter 901: Chapter 743 Not Going to Indulge You_2

"Hesar, the future of Wuliangha is now in your hands, you must inherit the title of Khan when you return. If you truly cannot hold on, then submitting to the Jin people is also an option, as long as the Jin can guarantee the safety of our pastures and livestock. Leave this place to me; I’ll cover the rear!"

This crushing defeat had cost Wuliangha their most elite troops and bravest warriors.

They could no longer wage war against the Jin Dynasty; under these circumstances, the best option was surrender.

Even the First Emperor of Yuan had once bowed his head to the Jurchen people, there was no shame in it.

When you are outmatched, you should try your best to preserve yourself, to endure and accumulate strength—

Azhashili even questioned himself, realizing his prestige was utterly lost and it was difficult to command the tribes under his banner.

Instead of returning to face humiliation, he’d prefer to die here, as a true descendant of the Borzigin clan.

But the words of Azhashili Borzigin stopped abruptly.

For he noticed on the opposite bank of the river, a large formation of Jin foot soldiers had appeared.

They numbered around two thousand two hundred and were lined up eighty zhang from the river’s edge, pointing the improved muskets with increased range and rate of fire across the water.

A sense of utter despair suddenly took root in Azhashili Borzigin’s heart.

Yet at the same time, he was filled with strong unwillingness and defiance.

At this moment, Azhashili didn’t think the Jin people were truly despicable.

However, had he known earlier about the peculiar weapons the Jin had, he definitely wouldn’t have adopted such tactics, and wouldn’t have suffered such a devastating defeat.

About twenty-five minutes later, in the chaotic aftermath of the battlefield.

Zongbing Fan Guang beheaded Azhashili Borzigin with a single stroke, while sighing deeply, "He was indeed a man! Truly of golden blood, what a pity."

When they clashed once more on the riverbank, Khan Azhashili of Wuliangha kept fighting desperately, his qi and blood ignited, without taking a single step back.

That lasted until after twenty rounds, when Azhashili was completely drained of strength and Fan Guang executed him on the spot.

Lying next to him, also fallen due to exhaustion, was Hesar Borzigin. He lay there, breath weak, "General Fan, Wuliangha wishes to surrender, the descendants of Temugeotcigin Borzigin are willing to submit to the Jin once more—"

But the response he received was a flashing arc of a blade.

Zongbing Fan Guang sneered at the corner of his lips as he decapitated Hesar, "Surrender and rebel, rebel and surrender! Those rotten scholars might agree, and the Great Ancestor and Emperor Taizong believed in your lies before. But our County Prince will not indulge you!"

His voice was full of disdain: "Still hoping to use the same old tricks, to preserve all of your people? Dream on!"

At the same time, Zongbing Fan Guang sheathed his long sword.

He looked over the battlefield with eyes full of complexity and bitterness, and at the fallen Wuliangha Black Wolf Warriors.

Zongbing Fan Guang, skilled in horseback archery, was also adept at commanding cavalry.

But the scene before him starkly demonstrated that the era of the cavalry was fading away.

The future battlefields were destined to belong to firearms—

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As time entered July, Khan Yexian of Vala found his days growing increasingly difficult.

He almost couldn’t manage military affairs, with all his time taken up by the conflicts and discrepancies among the various factions.

—Nearly all of them sparked by disputes over pastures and livestock.

One family claimed their sheep were encroached upon, another accused someone of stealthily using their pastures.

Khan Yexian of the Oirat People was the Khan of Vala, and the grasslands to the west of the Aruhun River had always belonged to the Vala Tribes generation after generation.

He had to favor the Oirat People or he would lose the heart of his followers.

But this caused the Datan people who had retreated here to grumble and complain. The chieftains of these Datan Tribes were fine, as they were largely unaffected and were easy to appease.

Yexian would sincerely offer an explanation and bestow some wealth to mollify the resentment of the Datan chieftains.

However, the lower-class Datan herdsmen were all harboring a grudge, feeling they had been forcibly conscripted to move to the west of the Aruhun River by Yexian.

If they had known they would be treated this way, they would have preferred to stay in their former pastures and surrender to those Jin people.

These herdsmen occasionally heard rumors from unknown sources that the Jin people not only didn’t harm common herdsmen like them but also divided and bestowed the livestock of the nobles among them.

This led all the Datan Tribes to waver, nearly every day everyone was thinking, with their own livestock nearly starved to death, why should they give their lives for those chieftains who hid luxuriously inside thick tents?

Why should they sell their labor so that Yexian from the wealthy Cholossus family of Vala could be their Khan?

The people of the Vala Department were also irritated; they believed they were aiding the Datan people.

Following Yexian’s instructions, they vacated pastures to temporarily accommodate these destitute dogs of the Datan Tribes.

But they didn’t know when to stop, infringing more pastures and misusing their water sources.

Khan Yexian of Vala was not a naïve person; he was well aware of the situation below him and knew that there was a volcano brewing under his seat.

The problem was that even though he knew about it, he was powerless to change anything, only able to try his best to pacify everyone while Guoshi Abas, along with a group of Master Lamas and Samans, ran around to help stabilize the people’s hearts.

But as time went on, the magma in this volcano seemed to grow more and more abundant and hotter.

Everything all started with the drought; by July, there had been no single drop of rain for four continuous months, and the water levels of several rivers kept dropping.