The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 416 Finally Meeting Guo Jing
Wang Han and others led Wanyan Honglie's delegation to their tribe and led Wanyan Honglie and Yang Kang into the main tent. Wu Chengyu, as a guard, also got off the carriage and followed, sitting behind Wanyan Honglie and Yang Kang.

His appearance was unremarkable, and he remained silent, making it difficult for him to attract attention. He was simply regarded as Wanyan Honglie's personal bodyguard, and Wanyan Honglie did not make a point of introducing him to others.

The delegation set up camp on a hillside with a stream flowing through it outside the tribe. Wanyan Hongxi was still under house arrest and could not be taken out to see his old friends.

Soon, the tent became lively. Dark-skinned, fit Mongolian women sang and danced, eating roasted meat and drinking mare's milk wine. Wang Han and others toasted Wanyan Honglie, constantly flattering him.

Yang Kang, however, did not forget to be filial to his master. He took the initiative to get a roasted lamb leg and handed it to Wu Chengyu. Wu Chengyu picked up a small knife, cut off a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully. The roasted meat of these Mongols had a unique flavor. He was really bored, so he took a good look at the Mongol leader in front of him.

Wang Han was an old man in his sixties, which was considered a long life in the harsh and cold Mongolian region.

He was not short, with a large frame, and it was clear that he must have been a strong man in his youth. But now he had little flesh on his body, his face was full of wrinkles, and his skin was like rough tree bark covering his bones. The wind and sand of the Mongolian desert had long since worn down this old man's body.

Sang Kun was in his forties, in his prime, tall, strong, and dark-skinned, quite ugly. He had a similar temperament to Wanyan Hongxi, arrogant and domineering, and also had a bit of a foolish air about him. However, this guy was better at flattering than Wanyan Hongxi, and kept toasting Wanyan Honglie.

As an observer, Wu Chengyu quickly noticed that this guy would occasionally glance at Zhamuhe with disdain in his eyes, and would sometimes deliberately make sarcastic remarks about Zhamuhe.

Jamukha was the most silent, only offering toasts without saying a word. This Mongolian man had a somewhat imposing appearance and a kind and honest demeanor, but he kept his brows furrowed and ignored Sangkun's sarcasm.

Wang Khan is old and probably won't live for many more years. His tribe is now dominated by Sangkun, who not only looks down on Temujin but also on Jamukha. If Wang Khan dies, this guy will probably target Jamukha.

Jamukha is now forced to ally with Wang Khan because of Temujin, but he is being suppressed by Sangkun and has to swallow his anger.

Even a scene of drinking and eating meat reveals that the Mongolian grasslands will soon undergo a dramatic change.

After a few rounds of drinks and getting a bit tired of the barbecue, the few cunning guys in the room finally got down to business.

Wang Han didn't say much; it was Sangkun who did most of the talking: "We kept the news of the Sixth Prince's visit to Mongolia well under wraps until three days ago when we deliberately leaked it to that guy Temujin."

To the outside world, it was said that the Sixth Prince had come to promote the various leaders of the Mongol Empire. Temujin had been granted the title of Jawghuli and had benefited greatly from it. This time, he would certainly not miss the opportunity to be promoted.

We didn't give them much time to prepare. It took them two days just to get here from their tribe, so they must be in a panic right now and don't even have enough time to gather their troops.

Moreover, when I sent the message, I mentioned that my son, Dushi, should marry his daughter, Huazheng, so that the two families could be united in marriage. Temujin believed it to be true, and he will certainly be caught off guard when he comes this time, making it the perfect opportunity to strike.

Wanyan Honglie was secretly pleased, but his face was full of compassion: "My father dislikes seeing his people fighting, but in recent years Temujin has been waging war and conquering other tribes, killing countless people, which has disturbed the peace of the Mongolian grasslands."

If this continues, I fear that the grasslands will inevitably be stained with blood, and that several tribes may have already been eaten by Temujin.

Although I feel sorry for you, I don't want you good friends to suffer the fate of having your clan destroyed and your lives ruined because of a moment of weakness.

Therefore, taking advantage of this official appointment ceremony, I urge you all to join forces and subdue Temujin, lest future troubles arise on the Mongolian steppe.

When Sangkun heard that Wanyan Honglie had openly and forcefully supported him, he was overjoyed, but seeing Jamukha's troubled expression, he couldn't help but scold him.

"Zhamukha, what's wrong? You're reluctant to part with your da's life? Over the years, when your territory was annexed, Temujin didn't care about your reputation at all."

Jamukha struggled with his expression: "Temujin and I are, after all, our sworn brothers, and I really can't bear to take his life."

Wanyan Honglie interjected at the opportune moment: "This time, besides the gold and silver treasures that my father bestowed upon the leaders, I also brought a lot of fine weapons and armor, which can be given to you as part of your campaign against Temujin."

Furthermore, the Emperor has also issued a decree: This vast grassland is constantly embroiled in conflict, resulting in heavy casualties; this cannot continue. After Temujin is defeated, you will divide his power equally, and the grassland will be divided in two, to be governed by the brothers Sangkun and Jamukha respectively. Do you agree?”

Sangkun had always looked down on Jamukha, so how could he possibly share Mongolia with Jamukha? He was about to speak when Wang Khan grabbed him.

Faced with such a promise and the greed for enormous profits, Jamukha's earlier hesitation finally disappeared. He silently nodded, agreeing to join the campaign against Temujin.

At this point, Wanyan Honglie, Wang Han, Sangkun, and Jamukha devised a plan to wait for Temujin's arrival in three days and then capture him in one fell swoop.

As for whether Jamukha and Wang Khan Sangkun can truly coexist peacefully in the future, only heaven knows. In any case, Sangkun will definitely make trouble for Jamukha, and Jamukha is not one to endure hardship. Without Temujin's threat, he is not afraid of Sangkun at all.

In short, Wanyan Honglie will not let the two families settle down. The Mongolian grasslands must be in chaos, and he will definitely instigate a war between the two families. Let them fight as they please, as long as no one like Temujin emerges who is capable of unifying the grasslands.

Wu Chengyu watched it like a palace intrigue. Their plan was excellent, but in the original story, Temujin still managed to thwart it, leading to a crushing defeat. Unless Wu Chengyu intervened personally, he wouldn't have much impact on the upcoming battle. He had no intention of taking action himself. Temujin wanted to kill him, but it wasn't the right time. If he were to die in this ambush, it would only benefit Wang Khan and Jamukha, which was not what Wu Chengyu wanted.

Wu Chengyu can only make a decision after he has met Guo Jing.

Time seemed to fly by on the Mongolian steppe; three days passed in the blink of an eye. Nothing happened during these three days except for Sangkun's son, Dushi, who came to curry favor with Yang Kang, but Yang Kang casually brushed him off. This guy was no match for Yang Kang.

"Master, the news I just received is that Temujin has brought his men, only two or three thousand soldiers. However, for some reason, the news leaked out. Temujin's men realized something was wrong before they even entered the encirclement. They didn't have time to run, so they dug up soil and moved stones on a hill, intending to put up a stubborn resistance."

In my opinion, this Temujin is nothing special. He's already surrounded by the armies of Wang Khan and Jamukha, and he'll be captured and killed soon. My father spent so much time scheming to deal with him; this man is utterly insignificant.

Wu Chengyu recalled the original plot. This part of the story was only briefly mentioned in the TV series, and it wasn't very interesting in the novel either. So Wu Chengyu ignored it when he read the novel and watched the TV series back then, and only had a basic impression of it.

It must have been Guo Jing who sensed something was wrong and promptly informed Temujin. Temujin immediately decided to hold his ground and await reinforcements. During this time, despite having a numerical advantage, Wang Khan and Jamukha's forces were unable to break through.

Finally, Temujin's troops arrived in time and defeated Wang Khan and Jamukha in a few charges, thus beginning Temujin's path to unifying Mongolia.

Throughout the journey, Wu Chengyu showed no interest in attacking the Mongols, and frankly stated that he was only responsible for Wanyan Honglie's safety. Therefore, Wanyan Honglie's plans were not disclosed to Wu Chengyu. Now it seems that this prince was good at playing tricks, but he still couldn't do anything to Temujin in a real fight.

"Come on, let's go see what's going on," Wu Chengyu said, grabbing Yang Kang and using his lightness skill to arrive near the battlefield where the battle was taking place.

At this moment, a group of people were seen trapped on the mountain. From the east, west, south, and north, Wang Han's cavalrymen surged in like dark clouds.

Then there was Sangkun, with a yellow flag behind him, riding a tall horse and surrounded by his personal guards as he approached the earthen hill. Dozens of soldiers held iron shields to protect him from arrows from the hill. He was in high spirits and shouted loudly, "Temujin, surrender quickly!"

Then Temujin appeared. He knew that it would be extremely difficult to break through the encirclement, and he hoped to buy time by doing so: "What have I done to offend Wang Khan, my adoptive father, that you have sent troops to attack me?"

Next, the two sides started talking to each other. Sangkun had been overshadowed by Temujin all these years, and now he felt that he was about to succeed and couldn't wait to say more. Little did he know that this was exactly what Temujin wanted.

Wu Chengyu led Yang Kang to observe from a distance on another small hill. Yang Kang's eyesight was not good enough to see that far, and he could only see some figures, but Wu Chengyu could see Temujin's image completely.

He was just a tall, strong middle-aged Mongolian man wearing an iron helmet. In Wu Chengyu's eyes, this guy had a broad face, an even wider forehead, a high nose, a protruding jaw, and a tuft of brown beard on his chin, but his eyes were narrow and long, and when he looked around, they shone with a sharp light.

To say he's domineering and invincible is premature. Right now, he's just a tribal leader in Mongolia, far from the future prodigy he'll become. He's just a little imposing.

But what Wu Chengyu cared about was Temujin's eyes, his eyes filled with unwavering determination. Even in the face of adversity, he firmly believed in his own victory, without the slightest fear. Such determination and confidence were something Wu Chengyu had never seen before. In comparison, everyone he had met before paled in comparison to Temujin.

"Kang'er, once you see this person, I'm afraid all your father's plans will ultimately come to naught." Wu Chengyu already knew how things would turn out, unless he suddenly made a strong move now. This sentence was both a sigh and a way of acting like a strategist in front of his cheap disciple.

After Sangkun launched into a tirade, he finally angered the people on the mountain. Several arrows shot out, killing several of his guards despite their iron shields. Terrified, he hurriedly descended the mountain and ordered his soldiers to launch a full-scale attack.

The soldiers had barely reached the mountainside when they were shot down by arrows raining down from the mountain. Every arrow hit its mark, and those hit were instantly killed. There were many skilled archers under Temujin's command, including Jebe, Bo'orchu, Guo Jing, and even Temujin himself, all of whom could be considered master archers.

Guo Jing must be in the formation now, but with so many people on the mountain, even Wu Chengyu couldn't tell which one was Guo Jing.

The two sides fought fiercely. Sangkun had a large and powerful army, but its fighting strength was far inferior to that of Temujin's fierce generals, and it could not conquer the city after a long siege.

Just then, a young general appeared down the mountain, wearing a silver-gray sable fur coat over his iron armor, carrying a large sword, and riding a fine horse back and forth, showing off his power and prestige.

This time, Yang Kang recognized who it was: "Master, this is Sang Kun's son, named Du Shi. He's been trying to curry favor with me these past few days, but even among the纨绔 (playboys) of my Jin Kingdom, he's a nobody. I can't be bothered with him."

Just then, a small red horse galloped down the mountain. The red horse was so fast that the generals below were stunned for a moment before it rushed through the crowd to Du Shi's side. Du Shi swung his sword and slashed, but the rider ducked down and lowered his body. The sword swept over Du Shi's head, and then the rider stretched out his right hand and grabbed Du Shi's left wrist pulse point.

Immediately afterward, the man pulled Dust onto his horse. At that moment, he heard the sound of wind behind him, bent his left arm, and parried the two spears that were thrusting at him. With a crack, the two spears flew into the air.

He gently touched the red horse's neck with his right knee, and the little red horse, knowing its master's intention, turned and galloped up the hill. Its speed up the hill was no less than its swift gallop downhill.

Looking from afar, Wu Chengyu couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. "Finally, I've met you, Guo Jing."

　I've written a million-word fanfic of The Legend of the Condor Heroes before Guo Jing even appears. I'm truly a genius.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)