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Chapter 34: Sunset over Bahrain, Bloodstained the Nine Bends of Xilin Gol!
At five quarters past Shen time, the evening glow painted the horizon, and the sun gradually set in the west.

"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"

Accompanied by the dull thud of hooves echoing in all directions, a black torrent raced across the vast grassland, and a large banner bearing the character "Jia" fluttered in the wind.

"The Great Eternal Heaven".

"Honorable master, that is the residence of the Balin tribe."

The Mongolian guide, Urtu, spotted the distant scenery at a glance, and was filled with surprise and delight.

"Uh-huh!!!"

Jia Yan, who was galloping at full speed, tightened the reins and stopped. All eight hundred cavalrymen came to a halt.

"rustle."

A gentle breeze blows, and the grass growing on the grassland sways in the wind, like waves on a blue sea, a breathtaking sight.

What appeared before everyone was a magnificent scene never seen before: on the lush green grassland, the river took on a unique shape with nine bends and eighteen turns, and aquatic plants such as reeds grew on the floodplain. The sunset shone on the water, creating a golden glow.

"General."

The twelve guards' eyes lit up as they spotted countless white felt tents scattered throughout Xilin Gol League, and the figures of Mongols herding cattle and sheep back to camp.

"The entire army is fully armored and ready to charge."

With a sharp look in his eyes, Jia Yan gave the order.

"Yes."

The eight hundred cavalrymen unanimously removed their cloth armor from their horses, put it on one by one, and carefully inspected their powerful bows, quivers, and waist knives.

For this battle, Jia Yan practically emptied the Ministry of Works. A thousand waist knives were all high-quality steel long knives issued to the imperial guards, with leather-covered scabbards and sharp blades. Five hundred spears all had shafts made of mulberry wood and three-edged steel spearheads for armor-piercing. One stone of short-handled horsebows were all made of top-quality water buffalo horn.

In an instant, all eight hundred men from Longxi donned black cloth armor, mounted their horses in unison, with one hundred and fifty archers on each side, and five hundred cavalrymen in the middle gripping the reins tightly with their left hands and their spears firmly in their right. Every one of them had a look of longing for victory in their eyes.

"kill!!!"

Jia Yan took the lead and charged towards the Balin tribe's encampment on horseback.

"kill!"

Eight hundred cavalrymen followed closely behind him, charging towards the Balin tribe's encampment like a tidal wave.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Nearly a thousand warhorses charged at the same time, their hooves causing the earth to tremble and raising a cloud of dust.

"Moo!!!"

“Meow!!!”

The cattle and sheep on the grassland were all frightened and became restless, completely ignoring the herders' attempts to drive them away.

"what happened?"

The Bahraini tribesmen, who were driving their cattle and sheep back to camp, couldn't help but look surprised and doubtful, as they had never encountered such a situation before.

"Ah, the Eternal Heaven above, what is that?"

The sharp-eyed Mongolians noticed the sandstorm rising from the direction of the earthquake, which swept across the sky, and their expressions turned panicked.

“The enemy, the enemy.”

As the people of the Bahrin tribe stared intently at the sandstorm, a dazzling black appeared. One, two, three... countless figures clad in black cloth armor appeared at Xilin Gol, holding spears, their faces grim, like cavalrymen emerging from hell.

"Enemy attack!"

All the Bahraini tribesmen who were away from home showed signs of vigilance and shouted loudly.

The tribes on the grasslands all know their own territories, and the presence of an army on someone else's territory can only mean one thing: they are invaders. Moreover, they have never seen cavalry so heavily armed; these are definitely not the cavalry of the grassland tribes.

"point!"

During the charge, Jia Yan took out a ten-stone iron bow from the horse's belly, drew back the bowstring, and nocked a series of feathered arrows onto it.

The bow was drawn to its fullest extent, and the string twanged like thunder; one after another, three-edged arrows shot out.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The sharp whistling sounds echoed through the air. Before the Balin tribesmen could retreat, arrows pierced their hearts from their backs, blood spurting out and staining the lush water plants around them. They fell heavily off their horses.

Dong Yong and Li Qing understood immediately, each leading 150 cavalrymen to spread out to the left and right, with each cavalryman imitating Jia Yan by drawing his bow and nocking an arrow.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The only sound in the air was the whistling of arrows as hundreds of arrows rained down from the sky.

"what?!"

"Eternal Heaven!"

The cries of the Bahraini tribesmen rang out at dusk; they were shot dead on the spot before they could even react.

Five hundred cavalrymen, each wielding a steel spear, had arrived at the front of the Balin tribe's encampment, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

"rush ahead!"

Suddenly, Jia Yan gripped a three-pointed, double-edged sword tightly in his hand, and in the setting sun, it flashed out like a black lightning bolt.

"Wow!"

Wherever they went, the people of the Bahrain tribe were all beheaded, leaving only their blood-stained warhorses neighing in place.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Five hundred cavalrymen galloped forward, their steel spears gleaming with a chilling light. The Mongols who stood in their way were all sent flying by the charge of their warhorses, their bones broken, blood gushing from their mouths, as the cold spears pierced through their bodies.

The able-bodied men of the Bairin tribe had already followed their leader to Datong to participate in the establishment of the Great Mongol Empire, becoming one of the eight tribes of the Tanmaqi Army. Many of the 50,000 Kheshig troops also came from the Bairin tribe.

The tribesmen who remained here were powerless against the overwhelming enemy and fell one after another under the enemy's hooves.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Three hundred mounted archers surrounded the Mongols from the east and west, driving them away like cattle and sheep. They fired arrows from their short-handled bows, each one hitting the enemy's body with precision.

Time passed second by second, and the most fertile grassland of Xilin Gol was completely stained red with blood. The descendants of the Eternal Heaven were hunted down by the Central Plains. The Balin encampment under the setting sun was filled with bloodshed and terror.

"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"

The sound of hooves echoed in every corner, and demonic cavalrymen appeared everywhere. They no longer used spears, but instead chose steel sabers. Swift as the wind, the sharp tips of the blades swept across the necks of the Mongols, cutting through their skin, and bright red blood gushed out.

The most terrifying was Jia Yan, a man on horseback, wielding a three-pointed double-edged sword. No Mongol could escape his slaughter; they were either decapitated or cut in half at the waist, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation.

The entire Xilin Gol League was littered with corpses, along with blood-soaked entrails and chunks of flesh. Corpses lay everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers.

"Do not!!!"

"May the Eternal Heaven bless your descendants."

The Bahraini tribesmen had completely collapsed, kneeling in pools of blood, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

These were merely herdsmen and slaves; how could they possess unwavering will, let alone fight valiantly and face death without fear?

Faced with the sudden massacre and heavily armed enemies, they were powerless to fight back and had no choice but to submit.

(End of this chapter)