latelenovela Chapter 271 The Defeat of the Hongjila Tribe
Chapter 271 The Defeat of the Hongjila Tribe
Tenggela, the commander of the Hongjila tribe, suddenly grabbed a trembling soldier, his eyes blazing, and asked in a stern voice, "Have you ascertained the number of enemy troops?"
The soldier's face was deathly pale, and his voice was filled with barely concealed panic: "I...I don't know. All around us is the thunder of enemy horses' hooves. The sound...I'm afraid there are tens of thousands of them."
Tenggela scoffed and roared, "Nonsense! Those bandits only have a few thousand soldiers in total, how can you say tens of thousands? Return to your ranks immediately and join me in killing the enemy!"
Having said that, the two armies clashed in close combat, the sounds of battle deafening. Naza's Ongud warriors, riding magnificent warhorses, charged like a whirlwind against the somewhat loose defenses of the Hongjila tribe. Each thud of their hooves seemed to tear the earth apart, and the Hongjila warriors gradually showed signs of defeat under this fierce onslaught.
Tenggela's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, instantly catching sight of the figure hidden at the edge of the battlefield. He spurred his horse sharply, and the warhorse, as if sensing its master's anger, reared up and transformed into a black lightning bolt, rushing straight towards the figure.
"Well then, you cunning scoundrel, how dare you betray our trust and launch a sneak attack on my camp! Today, I, Tengge La, swear to personally cut off your head to set the record straight!"
His voice echoed in the howling wind, carrying an undeniable resolve and a chilling killing intent.
Upon hearing the voice and seeing Teng Ge La, Na Zha sneered, "I've been looking for you. Come on, let's have a match."
As dawn broke, two magnificent warhorses clashed violently, like beasts awakening from ancient totems. Tribal chiefs gripped their gleaming weapons, weaving a magnificent tapestry of life-or-death struggle. The clanging sound of steel blades clashing echoed through the crisp air, adding a touch of fiery battle spirit to the cold morning.
Both leaders possessed extraordinary martial arts skills. Wherever their blades passed, the air seemed to be split in two. Despite more than thirty rounds of fierce fighting, the balance of victory remained unshaken.
However, the battlefield was not merely a contest of individual glory, but also a clash of tribal wills. While the leaders were locked in combat, the warriors of the Ongud tribe swept through the entire camp like a whirlwind. They galloped on horseback, each charge accompanied by the cries of agony and the rout of the Hongjila soldiers.
After several fierce battles, the Hongjila tribe's defenses finally collapsed, and the soldiers scattered and fled in despair. The Ongud tribe's warriors, like cheetahs chasing their prey, gave the enemy no chance to breathe.
Naza brandished his steel knife with fierce force, shouting, "Tenggela, put down your weapon! We are of the same blood, both Mongolian men. If you nod your head and are willing to fight alongside me to kill the Jin invaders, I will spare your life today."
Tenggela was now at his last gasp, clinging to life with sheer willpower, barely managing to deflect the blade. He roared, "Nonsense! The Jin Dynasty is now at its zenith, its power overwhelming! My Hongjila tribe has long since submitted to the will of Heaven. It is you stubborn fools who dare to defy Heaven; sooner or later you will be trampled to dust by the Jin's iron cavalry, leaving no place for your burial!"
Seeing this, Na Za stopped talking and increased the force of his steel knife, making Teng Ge La sweat profusely.
Seeing his soldiers dwindling, Tenggela knew he was doomed. He used all his strength to parry Naza's attacks, then turned his horse and galloped eastward, trying to escape.
Seeing this, Nazha did not rush to pursue. Instead, he calmly drew a strong iron bow from the bag on his horse's back, gently placed his fingers on the taut bowstring, exerted maximum force, and then slowly released it.
Tenggela was galloping wildly when he suddenly heard the sound of a bowstring vibrating behind him. Startled, he thought an arrow was about to strike and quickly leaned down to press himself against the horse's back to avoid this sudden threat of death.
Time seemed to freeze. Tenggela held his breath, waiting, but no arrow pierced the sky. Filled with doubt, he slowly straightened up, intending to turn around and see what was going on. In that split second, a sharp wolf-tooth arrow tore through the air and silently pierced his chest.
With a dull thud, Tengge La's figure fell helplessly from the galloping horse, dust rose, and everything fell silent.
It turns out that Naza first deliberately used the sound of an empty string as bait to set up a psychological war. When Tenggela relaxed his guard and turned around, Naza suddenly fired an arrow, killing him instantly. This method demonstrated both wisdom and bravery.
Upon seeing Tenggela fall from his horse and die, Naza, still mounted on his horse, shouted: "Tenggela is dead! The warriors of the Hongjila tribe who surrender will be spared!"
The soldiers of the Ongud tribe shouted in unison, "Surrender and you'll be spared!"
Upon hearing these words, the soldiers of the Hongjila tribe threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground in surrender. Their leader had been killed, and the enemy was strong and well-equipped; what was the point of fighting them?
After the battlefield was cleared, a soldier came to report.
"Reporting to the leader, we have killed 1,300 enemies and captured 800 prisoners. The number of warhorses is being counted."
Upon hearing of his victory, Naza burst into laughter: "Great! Tell the warriors that we'll go back and have a bonfire party to celebrate our great triumph today."
In the distant border region of Western Xia, a trading hub for COFCO Oils and Grains Corporation, Wang Qing, the supervisor, slowly finished reading the letter sent by Wan Hanzhong's secret envoy, a resolute glint in his eyes.
He turned to face the several Mongolian soldiers who had just stepped across the threshold, looking travel-worn. His voice was steady and powerful: “You have come from afar, and you must be tired. I am fully aware of what you wrote in your letter. Please rest assured and stay here for a few days to rest. I will immediately begin to prepare provisions and ensure that everything is in order.”
"Two days from now, my department will dispatch a skilled team to accompany you on your journey and deliver this vital supply safely."
Wang Qing's words were like sweet rain in the desert, instantly nourishing the parched hearts of the Mongolian warriors.
These Mongol warriors, the elite of the Ongud tribe, now beamed with unbelievable joy. They had never imagined their strategist's wisdom would be so powerful; a mere letter had secured enough supplies in this foreign land to save their entire tribe. This unexpected hope, like a ray of sunshine in winter, illuminated the darkest corners of their hearts, filling every warrior's eyes with the light of life.
After carefully questioning the Wanggu tribe about their current situation, Wang Qing meticulously copied the secret letter several times, carefully tying each copy to the legs of several well-trained carrier pigeons.
Without lingering, he walked straight to the open area of the trading post, and with a gentle wave of his arm, the carrier pigeons carrying important information took flight, soaring through the sky and speeding toward their respective destinations.