"That's a lie! The Great Khan just lost, where will he die?"
Mu Huali shouted sharply.
He was so angry that his roar immediately overwhelmed Na Ke'er's cries. But as soon as he roared, he immediately knew something was wrong and looked around at the companions on guard duty. After all, they were staying overnight in the enemy's capital. Although Mu Huali sent out several thousand captains, there were still a lot of elite knights left with him. Now, these knights all showed expressions of disbelief and shock.
"It's just a small defeat! The Great Khan is not dead! The Great Khan cannot die either!" Mu Huali shouted again.
However, it can be seen from the expressions of the knights that his explanation is really weak, and compared with the tide-like shouts from the outside world, it is even less convincing.
These cavalrymen are confused! They can't fight!
If the knights close to him are like this, what will happen to so many Mongolians scattered in the city?
Mu Huali felt dizzy, and blood poured from his body into his forehead.
"Get on your horses! Follow me out to fight!" He shouted loudly, urging the knights to follow him and head towards Fengyi Gate.
But at the same time, he felt that his head was so dizzy that he couldn't figure out how to deal with the situation at hand. He just subconsciously urged the horse to gallop.
The huge sound was still roaring, and Mu Huali passed through many Mongolians who were sitting on the ground crying, scolding them for daring to give up bows and arrows that should be regarded as life, and for daring to abandon weapons that were regarded as treasures. Until he saw the tall nine-sided white flag being surrounded by several Dinghai knights, and the person under the flag was not Genghis Khan. There was only a row of cavalry carrying heads on bamboo poles, and a young general wearing green velvet armor!
This person must be Guo Ning! He came too fast!
Mu Huali followed Genghis Khan for twenty years and fought in countless battles. He knew very well that when strong opponents competed on the battlefield, one side rarely had the upper hand and won easily. The vast majority of wars, in which the outcome is clear to outsiders, are actually known by those who are in the middle of the game. The difference between victory and defeat is often just a hair's breadth. Although the winner is on the ropes, the loser also has the opportunity to make a comeback. The critical moment of life and death is like gambling. The competition is which side is more tenacious and which side can bite the bullet better.
That's why Mu Huali kept a tight seal on the news of the Great Khan's defeat and seized the time to seize the central capital. As long as the fact that Zhongdu Daxing Prefecture changes hands before Ding Haijun marches, it will be the beginning of a new round of competition, and Ding Haijun's victory over the Great Khan can be contained south of Zhongdu Road.
But he never expected that Ding Haijun would not rest after defeating Qie Xue's army. Guo Ning, he immediately brought his troops to Zhongdu to kill him!
How many days did it take? He actually gathered enough power to compete for Zhongdu? Even the Mongolians, who are famous for their endurance, cannot do this. Could it be that the Han sergeants of the Ding Navy can still grow out of the soil after they die? Or are all these soldiers really made of iron?
Mu Huali couldn't understand.
What made Mu Huali even more angry was Ding Haijun's undermining.
He had only known that Genghis Khan was defeated, but he did not expect that the defeat would be so embarrassing, and even the nine-zhan white banner representing the Great Khan was lost to Ding Haijun. As a result, Ding Haijun used the Nine-Zhan White Paper to clear the way and spread the news of the Great Khan's death in battle wherever he went, but Mu Huali had no way to explain it!
"The Great Khan is not dead! Don't be fooled!"
Mu Huali shouted sternly to the soldiers on the left and right. The soldiers were all familiar with his voice. In the past, he could make thousands of people follow him through fire and water with just one shout. But now, the weeping people are still crying and the panicked people are still there. panic. In front of the Dinghai cavalry that poured into Fengyi Gate, the Mongols retreated step by step, and even the Khitan and Shuhu Gaoqi's subordinates who followed them turned pale and retreated step by step.
Their fighting spirit was almost completely shattered.
Ding Haijun's approach really hit the seemingly strongest point of the Mongols, but it was also the weakest point, which was their fanatical reverence for Genghis Khan. ,
In the minds of the Mongols, Genghis Khan was more than just an ordinary leader, and more than just a military commander.
For thousands of years, people on the grasslands have been sworn enemies of each other, attacking each other, and countless powerful tribes have come and gone, just like the rise and fall of billions of stars in the night sky. But this situation completely ended with Genghis Khan's complete unification of the entire steppe. From then on, there was only the Great Mongolia on the grassland, and there were only thousands of households directly under the jurisdiction of the Great Mongolia, but there was no longer any distinction between tribes and races.
Genghis Khan's spirit is so magnificent that it can impress everyone on the grassland. Just a dozen years ago, the countless powerful warriors on the grassland were Tatars, Meerqid, Keleds, and Naimans, but now they are all Mongols. This is not because they love the name Mongolia so much, but because they admire the representative of the Mongols, the wise and wise Genghis Khan.
This process was inevitably bumpy. While Genghis Khan was respected, there were always some old tribal leaders who wanted to get involved to benefit themselves, which caused several turmoils. But these are necessary contributions.
Because the rough herdsmen on the grassland do not understand the concept of nation, nor can they understand the need for the tribes on the grassland to integrate into one. The only principle they understand and accept from generation to generation is to respect the strong. Then, Genghis Khan must be an unprecedented strong man, a powerful god that meets the expectations of the Mongols!
The gods drive the Mongols, the gods inspire the Mongols, and the gods guide the Mongols to launch wars, wave the whip of conquest, and kill as much as they want. The rich spoils after victory continued to satisfy the Mongolians who had been trapped in poverty for a long time, and continued to stimulate their growing greed.
Their greed itself will prompt them to believe in the nobility and greatness of Genghis Khan from the bottom of their hearts, making Genghis Khan's image less and less like an ordinary person, and more like a god who is born to be superior to all Mongolians.
This is a rare political method on the grassland since ancient times. It has truly united countless Mongolians at the bottom and formed an invincible army, achieving unprecedented results.
The question is, what if Genghis Khan failed?
What if Genghis Khan died?
The pillar supporting the hearts of all Mongolians has fallen!
The reason why Muhuali suppressed the news of Genghis Khan's defeat and had to wait until the capital was decided before slowly releasing it was because it was difficult for the Mongolian soldiers to accept it all at once. And such secrets are either strictly guarded or spread throughout the army. Once the thousand households of the Mongolian army know it, the hundreds of households will soon know it. Once the hundreds of households know it, the ten commanders and ordinary soldiers, and even those auxiliary troops of the Khitan or Jurchens, those who just surrendered to Mongolia last night, Everyone in Shuhu Gaoqi will know.
If this is the case, all the troops in the city will be shaken. What else can Mu Huali do in Zhongdu?
Now, Ding Haijun is shouting like this, and they also say that Genghis Khan is dead! This news is more terrifying than the defeat of the Great Khan.
Mu Huali didn't dare to think about what would happen next.
If the two armies were fighting at this time, Mu Huali would be able to take command calmly and calmly. The two sides are now facing each other intensively on the wide street inside Fengyi Gate. The distance between the cavalry on both sides is no more than five feet. In fact, as long as the cavalry in the rear row is ordered to draw their bows and throw them, they will immediately cause huge damage to the enemy.
But now, Mu Huali didn't dare to take orders at all. Because he was afraid that no one would pay attention to him after giving the order. Because once no one pays attention to it, it means that the fighting spirit of all Mongolians will collapse. And he could feel that the Mongolians' fighting spirit was now like a trembling rock on the edge of a cliff, about to collapse!
So Mu Huali could only be held hostage in the retreating Mongolian queue, trying to gather as many trusted people as possible, and let them shout something different from what Ding Haijun said.
"Don't be deceived! That's not the head of the Great Khan! It was disguised by thieves from the Ding Navy with a head of unknown origin! There's nothing wrong with the Great Khan! The Great Khan will come to Zhongdu soon!"
Faced with Mu Huali's explanation, Guo Ning responded simply: "Ni Yi!"
"exist!"
"Throw it to them!"
Ni rushed out of the queue, picked off the bloody heads on the bamboo poles one by one, and threw them into the queue of people and horses surrounded by Mongolians.
The first head was thrown to the ground, splattered with blood, and rolled over. That was the centurion Zana, a famous warrior in Qixue's army who often accompanied Genghis Khan.
The second head, the third head, the fourth head, and the fifth head were all those of the cowardly captain of the Xue Army that the Mongols were familiar with. Every head dropped off, causing violent exclamations and retreats, just like a stone falling into water and sending waves flying in all directions.
As the Mongolians screamed in surprise, the sixth head arrived. People from far away can see clearly that full head of white hair. That is Zhabal Huo Zha, a noble man who has followed Genghis Khan for decades and the most trusted attendant of the Great Khan!
When the seventh head flew up, some Mongolians began to kneel to the ground in despair. This head is still in the air, and everyone recognizes the braided hair and the bright and colorful stone decorations on it. Everyone is familiar with it. That is the great shaman Huo'erchi! That is from Changshengtian. Spokesperson! That is the person who represents the Immortal Heaven and conferred the title of Khan to Genghis Khan!
The great shaman is dead! This is real, true!
The great shaman is dead. Whose head is there?
Who can bear such a blow? Who dares to think about it? More and more Mongolian cavalry didn't care about anything. They no longer screamed or shouted, but fell into despair.
When General Ni went to pull the last head off the bamboo pole, the Mongolian spirit completely collapsed.
No one could bear the horror of seeing Genghis Khan's head. Everything is over, there are no accidents, no turning points, and the Mongols have no destiny. The grassland will return to its original cold and cruel appearance. The invincible god falls, and death is inevitable for all. ,
Except for a few people around Mu Huali, all the Mongolians screamed wildly and then galloped away.
The Mongols ran away, and the Khitan people also started to run away, and then the smarter soldiers from Daxing Prefecture followed closely behind.
The Khitans and the soldiers who surrendered did not fully understand the panic of the Mongols. They only knew that the enemy suddenly entered the city, and then the fierce Mongolian cavalry suddenly ran away like a madman. Many people from all over the city had just gathered at Fengyi Gate. Before they knew what was happening, they found that the people in front turned around and ran, and everyone around them was running.
There were noisy crowds everywhere, like sheep being chased by ferocious beasts, and like flies buzzing around. The Khitans and the surrendered soldiers didn't care about anything else. They only knew that the situation had changed again, and at this time they had to run ahead of others. Because there were so many people running, they began to push and collide with each other in the alleyways, and many people and horses bumped into each other.
