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Chapter 35 The Laws of the World: The Strong Rule, Submit or Die!

"Bring them out."

Covered in blood, Jia Yan's eyes were filled with a chilling indifference as he raised his hand.

"come out!"

"All come out!"

Five hundred cavalrymen, armed with spears, tore open the felt tents one by one, driving all the Mongols in the Bairin tribe's territory into the open. Three hundred archer cavalrymen stood on both sides of the camp, keeping a close watch on their surroundings, not letting a single Mongol escape.

Before long, the Mongols of Xilin Gol appeared before Jia Yan. Most of them were the elderly, women and children, and there were also some young and strong herdsmen, but their numbers were very small, because the previous massacre had already wiped out two-thirds of the local population.

“Urtu”.

“Tell them that from now on, I am their master.”

"Yes."

Urtu stood in the middle of all the Mongols, his attire drawing their attention, and shouted, "Submit or die!"

"Snapped!!!"

As the first Mongol knelt on the ground, prostrating himself, he declared his submission.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

All the Mongolians present chose to live.

For thousands of years, the law of the grasslands has been that the strong rule. Many of these people were plundered by the Balin tribe, and now that they have been conquered by Jia Yan, there is nothing wrong with it. Moreover, they can see that these 'enemies' are even stronger than the Balin tribe.

"General."

"We have already taken stock, and there are no fewer than several thousand warhorses available."

"There are also tens of thousands of stallions, pregnant mares, and pack horses, as well as countless cattle and sheep."

"Some gold and silver valuables were not counted. The soldiers stationed in the Balin tribe were not many, and there were only a small number of hunting bows."

"However, a large number of Mongolian mastiffs and some falcons were tamed."

Guan Ye, who was in charge of logistics and supplies among the guards, stepped forward excitedly to report.

"Ah."

Nodding slightly, Jia Yan nodded in satisfaction.

The Bahrain tribe took away at least 60,000 able-bodied men, each with a horse, which is equivalent to 60,000 warhorses. It's already quite good that they left behind a few thousand warhorses.

"Dear Master."

Urtu brought good news: "The Bairin tribe has raised tens of thousands of horses in West Ujimqin, of which about two thousand are three-year-old horses. All of them have been domesticated and are fully capable of serving as warhorses."

"it is good."

Upon hearing this, Jia Yan was overjoyed and immediately ordered, "Li Yong, take some men and Uritu with you and bring back those Ujumqin horses."

The 2,400 Hequ horses they brought were exhausted after a long march and could no longer continue the long journey. With these Ujumqin horses, plus 400 of the best Mongolian horses selected from the Bairin tribe, they could continue the northern expedition.

Moreover, West Ujimqin is about 300 li away from the Xilin Gol Grassland, and they can return in a few days at their pace.

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Li Yong immediately accepted the order.

Uritu didn't say much, but selected a dozen or so herdsmen and took Li Yong and the others directly to West Ujimqin.

The sun had already set on the horizon, and night was gradually falling. Bonfires were lit at the Bahrain tribe's camp.

All the corpses had been gathered together and burned to prevent the spread of plague. The felt tents were all piled up in one place, surrounded by barricades, leaving only one exit guarded by cavalry.

"Young master."

A figure dressed in black appeared silently in the most luxurious tent in the center of the camp, the hem of which was embroidered with cloud patterns.

"The news from here should be immediately sent back to Shenjing to inform Father."

“Take all the gold, silver and valuables, and the Mongols who train mastiffs and falcons with you.”

Jia Yan raised his head slightly and gave the order. "Yes."

The figure in black disappeared straight into the night.

Watching his departing figure, Jia Yan had many thoughts in his mind. The Black Cloud Capital of the Jia family was originally an intelligence organization established by Jia Yan of the Ningguo Mansion, mainly for the purpose of gathering military intelligence.

Unfortunately, it has shrunk considerably in recent years, and its power is not even comparable to that of the Hidden Dragon Guard. At most, it can only deal with the Blood Droplets and the Chess Camp.

With this spoils, Black Cloud can likely restore its former glory and achieve the level of monitoring the surrounding barbarians. This will be of great benefit to his future plans, since in his plan, Black Cloud will deal with external affairs while Phoenix Pavilion will deal with internal affairs, and the two will not interfere with each other.

“Tap tap.”

A series of hurried footsteps sounded from outside, and Li Qing, Peng Li, and other guards rushed into the tent.

"Have all the brothers been settled?"

“Returning to the Lord’s words.”

Li Qing said meticulously, "In this battle, none of the eight hundred men were lost, only some minor injuries, which have been bandaged and will not affect their movement."

"Besides the two hundred riders who were taken away, the remaining six hundred riders were divided into three groups to take turns on guard duty."

"it is good."

Jia Yan nodded, not surprised at all.

In this battle, they mainly used surprise attacks. The Mongols of the Bairin tribe did not organize any resistance at all, so the casualties were very small, which is understandable.

"General."

Peng Li mustered his courage and said, "This is the first time the brothers have fought, so it's inevitable that they're not used to it."

"Next, we'll have to march thousands of miles, fighting our way through the northern deserts. Is that alright?"

"Ok?"

With a slight frown, Jia Yan looked at the expressions of his guards and immediately understood what they were thinking.

"General."

"Most of the brothers are young and vigorous, and they are going on this expedition to be ennobled and appointed as generals."

"After this battle, no one gained much, but the Bairin tribe had a large number of Mongol women."

Niu Qian echoed the sentiment.

"General."

Everyone else stared intently at Jia Yan.

"can."

Jia Yan eventually agreed to their request. For a group of young men in their early twenties, experiencing battle for the first time would inevitably lead to pent-up emotions, which would be detrimental to the army's march and needed to be released.

Throughout Chinese history, there have been military prostitutes. Sexual relations between men and women were indeed the best way to release energy and emotions, especially for women who conquered enemies.

"General."

"We selected several women who were all good-looking."

Li Qing said with an awkward smile.

"I am still young, and losing my virginity too early is not conducive to my martial arts progress."

"You may go on your own."

Waving his hand dismissively, Jia Yan said indifferently, "Just remember one thing: don't touch the herdsmen's relatives."

"Yes."

The guards' expressions turned solemn, and they responded earnestly.

They knew that these herdsmen had already submitted to Jia Yan, and that they would rely on them to breed warhorses in the future, so they would never do such a foolish thing.

That night, under the moonlight, a beautiful scene unfolded at Xilin Gol. The sound of warbling birds echoed throughout the camp. The six hundred cavalrymen split into three groups, each choosing their favorite Mongolian women, and galloped freely, invincible in their path.

(End of this chapter)