Chapter 50 Overnight, the Turkic Nation Was Destroyed

Mobei.

On the desolate and vast grassland, the weather was gloomy and dark clouds were densely covered.

The howling north wind swept across the grassland wantonly, bringing with it a biting chill and the smell of sand and dust, which made people involuntarily tighten their collars.

For the Turks who have lived on the Mobei grassland for many years and made a living by grazing and plundering the people on the border of Daxin, today is destined to be a sad day.

The camps of the Turkic Kerait and Naiman tribes were in mourning, and the sound of mourning was heard everywhere.

In the battle of Panlong Pass in Shuobei, 100,000 Turkic cavalry were wiped out.

Among them, the Kerait tribe ruled by the Great Khan Timur and the Naiman tribe suffered the heaviest casualties. More than 50,000 warriors of the Kerait and Naiman tribes will be buried forever in Panlong Pass in Shuobei.

They are all good guys in their twenties, and they are the backbone of these two tribes in the next ten or even twenty years.

At this moment, they all became nameless wild ghosts outside Panlong Pass.

What hit the Kerey and Naiman tribes even harder was that the great Khan Timur, who had led the two tribes to unify the Mobei grassland, was also seriously injured in the battle of Panlong Pass and is still in a coma.

Timur's serious injury was undoubtedly the last straw that broke the morale of the Turks.

The Turkic Empire, which was originally composed of several large and small tribes on the Mobei grassland, was on the verge of disintegration.

Timur's military advisor Huerlie temporarily took over the military and political affairs of the entire Turkic Empire, and was anxiously thinking about how to solve the current predicament facing the Turkic Empire.

At this time, outside a large tent in the Turkic camp, there were soldiers wearing armor and carrying swords, and from time to time there were doctors from the Han area, who looked terrified and trembling in and out of it.

"Report--"

"Your Excellency, the Khan has woken up. Please come to the tent to discuss matters!"

Suddenly, a hurried Turkic messenger appeared outside Huerlie's tent and reported to him loudly.

"What?"

Huerlie stood up from his chair without thinking about how to save the collapsing building.

He hurriedly got up and ran out of the tent, asking as he walked: "The Khan has woken up?"

"That's good, that's good!"

While speaking, Huerlie hurried to the tent where Timur was and saw Timur who had just woken up from a coma.

At this moment, Timur's originally sunken and thin cheeks became even older, as if the oil had run out of the lamp.

"Khan, you finally woke up!"

Huerlie knelt down in front of Timur's window, and continued with tears in his eyes: "Khan, you have been in a coma for a day and a night, but you have made me and the generals of the empire worried!"

Ahem!

Timur, lying on the sickbed, coughed twice weakly and asked weakly: "Huerlie, where are we now?"

Huerlie replied: "Khan, we have returned home. Our own home is on the Mobei grassland. The people of the Kerey tribe and the Naiman tribe are with you, Khan."

Hmm!

Timur nodded lightly and asked again: "Where is Chen Huaian? Didn't he lead his troops to the grassland?"

Huerlie said: "Khan, don't worry, the dog Han Chen Huaian and the Han army didn't chase us. This Mobei grassland is our home. If Chen Huaian dares to invade Mobei, there is no need for the Khan to do it himself. Changshengtian will take care of him!"

"This Mobei grassland is the home of our Turkic people, not a place where the dog Han Chen Huaian and the Han army can run wild at will!"

Hmm!

Timur nodded again and agreed with Huerlie's statement.

After all, the terrain conditions in Mobei are complex, the climate is harsh and changeable, and it is extremely difficult to accurately find Timur's camp on the desolate grassland.

What's more, this Mobei grassland is the home of Timur and his Turkic warriors. Chen Huaian's Tiefutu heavy cavalry may not work well here.

There is no external worry for the time being. As long as the internal troubles are solved, Timur can still sit firmly on the throne of the Khan of the Turkic Empire.

This time, the Turkic army marched south and abducted no less than 50,000 young and middle-aged men and women in the Shuobei area, and more than 30,000 women of childbearing age.

Timur only needs to sit firmly on the Khan position to pave the way for his grandchildren.

Now there are enough women who can give birth. Twenty years later, among his grandchildren, there will be a capable and good fighter who will once again form a Turkic army of more than 100,000 and march south to avenge him for the blood feud of Chen Polu and his son in Yumuchuan and Panlongguan.

When he thought of this, two rays of hope burst out from Timur's cloudy eyes.

He asked again: "Huerlie, after the news of the defeat of the empire's southern expedition army at Panlong Pass was reported back to the grassland, how did the tribes react?"

Huerlie hesitated for a moment and said: "Reporting to the Khan, the situation is not optimistic!"

"After the news of the army's defeat was reported back to Mobei, especially the news of the Khan's injury, the leaders of the tribes were ready to move."

"On the one hand, they put pressure on the Kerey tribe and the Naiman tribe to fight for more pensions for the soldiers who died in their respective tribes;"

"On the other hand, they also showed their desire to move for the position of Khan. In short, they have different thoughts and ulterior motives."

"Hmph——"

Cough cough!

Timur was about to snort to express his dissatisfaction, but he accidentally pulled the wound on his back, which was pierced by the Fang Tian Huaji thrown by Chen Huaian. The tearing pain made him cough dryly.

Speaking of which, it seems that Timur's fate was not to die.

The tip of the Fang Tian Hua Ji thrown by Chen Huaian was only half an inch away from Timur's heart.

Otherwise, even if Bian Que was reborn, Hua Tuo would not be able to save Timur's life.

"Khan, calm down, be careful not to pull the wound!"

Seeing that Timur was angry, military advisor Huerlie hurried forward to support him and told him not to get angry, so as not to rupture the wound.

With Huerlie's support, Timur forced himself to sit up on the bed.

Then, with a cold look in his eyes, he said, "Hasn't this Khan given enough to these wolf cubs over the years?"

As he spoke, Timur's tone suddenly became sharp, and he said angrily, "Huerlie, you immediately convey this Khan's oral order and ask the leaders of each tribe to come to this Khan's tent to discuss matters!"

"This Khan wants to see which wolf cub is so impatient to sit on this wolf-head chair under this Khan's butt!"

"Your humble servant obeys your order!"

"Come here, change this Khan's clothes and armor. The superficial wounds of the Fangtian Huaji in Chen Huaian's hand cannot hurt this Khan's bones!"

"Yes, sir!"

......

That night.

In the tent of the Great Khan Timur in the Mobei grassland.

Except for the Kerey tribe and the Naiman tribe, the leaders (deputy leaders) of the other seven grassland tribes gathered in the tent to discuss the aftermath of the defeat of the Turkic army in the south.

In the center of the tent, Timur, wearing a traditional Turkic combat uniform and a grassland wolf-tooth helmet, sat on a wolf-head chair.

On both sides were the leaders (deputy leaders) of the seven major tribes.

Timur was in high spirits and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, the imperial army failed in this southern expedition, and 100,000 Turkic warriors died on the battlefield."

"The dead are gone, and the living are like this!"

"What should the future path of the empire be, and where should the millions of Turks go? You can speak freely without any worries!"

"Respected Khan Timur, I think..."

"..."

For a while, the leaders of the Turkic tribes in the tent stood up one after another, expressed their opinions in front of Timur, and fought for the interests of their tribes.

The tribal leaders talked a lot, and the sound of disputes in the tent was endless.

At the same time,

Under the bright moonlight on the Mobei grassland, an unknown number of cavalrymen were marching through the grassland in the night.

The leader of the troops was the vanguard commander of the Longcheng Northern Expedition Army, General Huo Qubing, who was ordered by Jin Wang Chen Huaian to march north to conquer the Turks.

"Report--"

"Report to the general, a Turkic camp was found ten miles ahead!"

At this time, a scout of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry hurriedly rode to report.

Hearing this, Huo Qubing's heroic and resolute face finally showed a smile. God will not let down those who work hard, and finally let him find the Turkic camp.

At this time, Huo Qubing had no idea that he had found the camp of the Turkic Khan Timur by mistake.

He did not expect that the leaders (deputy leaders) of several major tribes of the Turkic Empire were also among them.

Out of his instinct and intuition as a general of the cavalry, Huo Qubing immediately ordered:

"Pass the order down, the entire army will abandon all baggage except for combat equipment and march lightly, outflanking the Turkic camp and setting off!"

"I obey your order!"