Men! Find Modun! Bring him to me!
The Mongol King, Temujin, waved his hand and gave the order.
As you command!
A military general accepted the order and stepped forward to leave.
Just as they were about to turn and depart.
Wait.
Temujin stopped them.
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he spoke slowly.
Dispatch one hundred thousand Mongol cavalry. If Modun needs anything, do your best to satisfy his requests.
Upon hearing this, the generals' expressions changed drastically.
Great Khan, you absolutely must not!
One of the generals dropped to one knee and urged:
Modun is a fickle and treacherous man, cruel and cunning. Even if you help him, he will never remember your kindness, Great Khan.
As soon as these words were spoken, the other generals immediately voiced their agreement.
How many times have we helped Modun? In the end, he still went behind our backs to absorb the major tribes, not even sparing those that had submitted to us!
Such a despicable and shameless scoundrel should be left to fend for himself!
To attack Great Qin, our Mongol Royal Court and the Turkic Royal Court are more than enough. Why must we bring along this vile man!
The more the generals spoke, the more agitated and furious they became.
It was not that they were narrow-minded.
Mongols had always been passionate and uninhibited.
They loved singing and dancing.
But this guy Modun was different.
He was narrow-minded and specialized in schemes and trickery.
Who knew how many Mongols he had schemed to death.
Because of this, they were deeply dissatisfied with him.
Temujin raised his hand and pressed it down, gesturing for them to quiet down.
His tiger-like eyes were as deep as an abyss.
He said calmly, Modun is indeed cunning, but that is also a strength.
He cannot make any waves under my watch. Instead, he is a sharp weapon to deal with Qin Xiao!
Modun has dealt with Qin Xiao the most and understands him the deepest. With his help, our chances of success are greater!
The generals were left speechless.
Temujin's words made sense.
But everyone still felt that it was not worth risking so many elite troops for Modun.
After all, the men of the desert grasslands were born warriors on horseback.
For the sake of vengeance, they were willing to fight bloody battles!
But for a vile man, it was not worth making such a massive mobilization.
Temujin seemed to see through everyone's dissatisfaction, his tiger eyes as sharp as blades.
He said in a deep voice, This battle concerns the rise and fall of our Mongol Royal Court!
Even if we have to pay a massive price, it is worth it!
Once Great Qin is destroyed, the mere Xiongnu will be nothing to worry about!
My goal is not this small northern desert, but the entire world!
Temujin straightened his posture. As his gaze slowly swept over them, all the generals felt an aura of grand strategy and ambition.
Their blood boiled, and their fighting spirit surged.
At this moment, they seemed to see the scene of the Mongol cavalry trampling mountains and rivers, sweeping across the world!
One by one, their faces flushed red as they loudly echoed, We are willing to follow the Great Khan to conquer the world!
Temujin grinned and laughed heartily, sweeping away his previous gloom.
Brilliant light shot out from his tiger eyes.
Pass down my order: you must find Modun within three days!
As you command!
The generals, invigorated, accepted the order with a resounding shout.
With a rustle of armor, they strode away one after another.
Soon, only Temujin remained in the yurt.
He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the boundless grassland outside.
His gaze seemed to pierce through thousands of miles of the firmament.
Qin Xiao...
I am coming!
Temujin muttered to himself.
Very soon we will meet again. Only, when that time comes and you learn that I am a Martial Sage, will you be scared to death?
The corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
He was very much looking forward to Qin Xiao's reaction.
Just thinking about how Qin Xiao would wet his pants in terror once he revealed his cultivation made him unable to hold back a joyous laugh.
In his eyes, only Qin Xiao could be considered his true opponent!
As for Modun, he had never taken him seriously from the very beginning.
He was nothing but a stray dog.
If it were not to use the Xiongnu, he would never have sent anyone to look for Modun at all.
Mentioning Modun just made him feel unlucky.
According to the recent secret letters.
Modun had been constantly hunted down.
At first, it was Qin Xiao chasing after Modun.
Then it became the Xiongnu King pursuing Modun.
In the end, it evolved to the point where even a minor general under Qin Xiao could chase Modun all around the northern desert.
Since when did the former King of the Xiongnu become like a stray dog on the side of the road?
This left Temujin quite speechless.
I hope Modun can hold out a bit longer. At least stay alive until my men find you...
Temujin shook his head and laughed softly.
He turned and walked out of the yurt, his eyes looking toward the large army drilling in the distance, and stepped toward them.
For this great battle, he had to personally drill the army.
......
Above the northern desert.
Fierce winds swept up yellow sand that filled the sky.
Looking down from high above, it was a vast and desolate expanse.
Two groups of figures, one in front and one behind, were galloping in a high-speed pursuit.
Modun, his face pale, led a group of people fleeing in a wretched state.
He glanced back at the relentlessly pursuing Qin army behind him.
His heart felt bitter, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.
It has been a whole month! You should give it a rest! Aren't you tired from chasing like this?
Over the course of this month, he had ridden over a dozen horses to death.
He did not know how much yellow sand he had eaten.
Of the over five thousand Xiongnu cavalry beside him, fewer than three hundred remained.
One could easily imagine just what he had gone through this past month.
The two of them had fought an unknown number of times.
Yet every single time, he ended in defeat.
At first, he was a Grandmaster, and so was the other party.
He failed so many times that he broke through to Supreme Grandmaster on the brink of death. Good heavens, the other party broke through as well.
He had run into a freak!
How the hell was he supposed to deal with this?
The other party only had eight hundred cavalry, yet could chase him down to slaughter. It was simply ridiculous!
At any rate, he was once the King of the Xiongnu.
Now he was being chased like a homeless dog.
From behind, a hearty laugh rang out.
Modun, I have never encountered an enemy as troublesome as you. I have chased you for a month and still haven't been able to kill you!
Hahaha! Modun, you have successfully piqued my interest!
A figure sprinted forward, pulling a massive distance away from the rest of the Qin cavalry, looking as if he were chasing Modun all by himself.
The wild sand filled the sky, blowing his blood-red cloak so that it fluttered and snapped in the wind.
This was an extremely young and handsome man.
His brows were resolute, and his eyes carried an air of wild arrogance.
The long spear in his hand, under the sunlight, concealed its sharp edge yet exuded a threatening chill!
He was exactly the youngest general under Qin Xiao's command, the Marquis of Champion, Huo Quji!
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