1novels Chapter 65 The Sky Has Collapsed for the Turks: How Could Sui Dynasty People Appear Here!
Chapter 65 The Sky Has Collapsed for the Turks: How Could Sui Dynasty People Appear Here!
"Let's go back and prepare!"
Lu Xiao took a deep look at the wolf-head banner fluttering in the wind, then turned around without hesitation and stealthily made his way back to the valley where he was hiding.
Opportunities often last only a moment.
"Zilie, what's the situation down there? Why are the Turks stopped at the foot of the mountain?"
Upon returning to their hiding place, Yang Guang immediately went forward to inquire.
His eyes held both tension and a barely perceptible hint of anticipation.
"Your Majesty, Heaven is helping the Sui Dynasty!"
A smile appeared on Lü Xiao's face as he took a piece of roasted mutton from a soldier next to him and began to chew it heartily.
"Shibi Khan is at the foot of the mountain, worshipping their Eternal Heaven. The mountain we are standing on is the sacred mountain of the Turks."
"They certainly won't bring hundreds of thousands of people for the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven. Excellent, a perfect opportunity!"
Yang Guang's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He immediately put on his golden helmet and gripped the hilt of his sword tightly at his waist.
"I will first organize men to charge. If it succeeds, Your Majesty may come out."
Lu Xiao didn't have a perfect plan, only the drive to fight.
"No need, I will go with you!"
Yang Guang answered without hesitation.
If Lü Xiao is defeated, it won't be long before the Turks mobilize their entire army.
This mountain may seem very large, but how could it withstand the search of hundreds of thousands of Turks?
"Your Majesty, after this battle, regardless of victory or defeat..."
You will be the only emperor in history to personally lead a lone army deep into enemy territory.
And an emperor who left such a significant mark on history.
Lü Xiao had to admire Yang Guang's boldness.
Call it reckless behavior or just having fun.
Of all those emperors, perhaps only Yang Guang could achieve this.
"You are the same!" Yang Guang declared with boundless pride.
"Today, let this vast grassland and the hundreds of thousands of Turkic troops witness our deeds!"
May future generations of history forever record the glory of our day!
He took a deep breath, as if inhaling all the tension, excitement, and pride into his chest.
Then he resolutely stepped forward and walked to the front of the group!
"Brothers, mount up!"
At Lü Xiao's command, more than eight hundred men behind him mounted their horses. Their eyes showed no panic, but rather a desire to be remembered in history.
"Hahaha, from now on, who in the world won't know me, Yuwen Chenglong!"
Yuwen Chenglong's voice trembled as he gripped the bright silver spear tightly.
The group followed Lü Xiao and slowly descended the mountain.
Upon reaching the mountain pass, the warhorses spurred their horses and galloped wildly down the mountain towards the place where the sacrificial ceremony was held.
The north wind swirled the withered grass of the sacred mountain, sweeping across the rolling hills with a low, mournful roar.
Shibi Khan wore a fur cloak, and beneath his high nose bridge, his thick beard was covered in white frost.
He stood at the highest altar at the foot of the mountain, with the wolf-head banner fluttering behind him.
"Tengri!"
He spread his arms wide and shouted with all his might, his voice trying to penetrate the howling mountain wind.
Below the altar, five thousand of the most elite wolf riders bowed their heads in reverence.
Several shamans dressed in priestly robes, holding staffs adorned with copper bells, danced and leaped around the altar.
The ringing of copper bells intertwined with their obscure prayers, mingling with the howling wind, creating a unique sacrificial song belonging to the grasslands.
In the center of the altar, three animals were bound by their four hooves, their necks slashed open with a sharp blade, and warm drops of blood splattered into the horn cup.
Shibi Khan took it, tilted his head back, and drank the animal's blood in one gulp.
Hot, viscous blood slid down his throat, making his eyes grow even more piercing.
He slowly bent his knees, touched his forehead to the ground, and muttered incantations.
"We pray that Tengri will grant us endless grasslands and sharp weapons!"
"We pray that Tengri will protect our Turkic people and our brave Turkic warriors as they march south to capture the dragon!"
At that moment, the wind picked up.
The wolf-head banner fluttered loudly, as if it were a deep response from the Eternal Heaven above.
Shibi Khan slowly stood up and grabbed the wolf-head banner beside him.
"Tengri has responded to Ben Khan; he will grant my Turkic warriors the courage to conquer the Central Plains!"
"Go south! Go south!"
"We will break through Yanmen Pass and wash away this shame!!"
Below the altar, the leaders of the various Turkic tribes watched as Shibi Khan drank blood wine and prayed for the protection of the Eternal Heaven.
It was like dry tinder that had been ignited, bursting out with a deafening roar!
Since Yang Guang's last northern tour, the previous Qimin Khan, under pressure, led his tribes to prostrate themselves in welcome.
That deep-seated humiliation and resentment lingered in the hearts of all the Turkic warriors for many years, like a poisonous thorn.
Today, an army of 300,000 has gathered.
The Khan offered sacrifices to the heavens and prayed for blessings, finally waiting for the moment to vent his pent-up resentment and avenge his past humiliations!
Seeing the tribal leaders united in their hatred of the enemy and their morale soaring, Shibi Khan revealed a smug smile.
The great cause of heading south requires this spirit of unity and concerted effort.
The unity of the various tribes was the key to the success or failure of this battle.
Just as the sacrificial ceremony was about to reach its climax and the crowd was at its most excited.
Behind Shibi Khan, in the direction of the sacred mountain.
Suddenly, a rapid, heavy sound of horses' hooves approached from afar!
This sound was completely different from the neighing of horses under the altar; it was full of fierce charging momentum, instantly overwhelming all the prayers and roars!
Shibi Khan was furious!
Who is so audacious as to ride wildly on horseback near the sacred mountain during the holy moment of worshipping the Eternal Heaven, thus disrupting the ceremony?
He turned his head sharply and looked toward the source of the sound.
In the direction of the mountain pass, a black torrent of steel could be seen.
With unwavering determination and fearlessness, it charged forward at breakneck speed toward the open ground where the altar was located!
Leading the pack was a crimson steed, as red as a burning flame!
"Which tribe's cavalry dares to be so insolent!"
Ashina Duobi, standing beside Shibi Khan, was equally shocked and furious, and demanded an explanation in a stern voice.
The worship of the Eternal Heaven is such a solemn and sacred matter; how can it be allowed to be destroyed in this way?
No, that's not right!
Ashina Silifushe, with his sharp eyes, had already spotted the flag raised among the charging cavalry.
His pupils contracted sharply, and his voice trembled with disbelief.
"That flag, that's the Yang-character flag! It's from the Sui Dynasty! It's Sui Dynasty cavalry!!"
"Sui Dynasty cavalry? How could that be!"
"This is the heartland of our Turkic lands, at the foot of the sacred mountain. How could people from the Sui Dynasty be here!"
The other tribal chiefs, who were standing a little further away, did not hear the specific words spoken on the high platform.
But then I saw that large banner with the character "Yang" fluttering in the wind, standing out from all the other Turkic banners around it.
Combined with the horrified expressions of the Khan brothers on stage.
An absurd yet chilling thought uncontrollably surged into their minds.
"This, this!"
Shibi Khan stared intently at the large banner with the character "Yang" that was getting closer and clearer.
And the cavalrymen under the banner, clad in leather armor and wielding weapons made in the Central Plains style.
The color drained from the faces of the Turks instantly, leaving only extreme shock and bewilderment.
"This is impossible! This must be a dream! Eternal Heaven, are you testing me?"
He instinctively took a step back, his eyes filled with panic and confusion.
Where is this place?
It is the heartland of the Eastern Turkic Khaganate, the sacred mountain north of the royal court!
The nearest border crossing to the Sui Dynasty, Yanmen Pass, was more than a thousand miles away!
How could the Sui Dynasty's cavalry have emerged from the mountains in the north like divine soldiers descending from the sky?
This completely contradicts all his understanding and common sense!