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Hawks flapped their wings and flew high across the deep blue sky.

Zhao Yuanlang was riding Nemian alone on this vast grassland. The grassland was very dangerous in winter. There were no animals at this time, only wolves. After seeing Zhao Yuanlang and Nemian behind him, these beasts did not dare to attack but followed them from a distance.

When they arrived, Zhao Yuanlang looked at the Mongolian camp in the distance. The howling north wind blew the white snow past. Zhao Yuanlang had to squint his eyes to look at the Mongolian Khan's camp.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the snow was getting heavier. In the distance, a pack of wolves suddenly pounced towards Nemian. They were extremely hungry. In this bitter winter, it was very difficult for the wolves to find food. They were all skinny from hunger.

But the wolves still had ferocious eyes, waving their sharp claws and rushing towards Nimian.

Nemian looked relentlessly at the wolves that were getting closer and closer to him, roaring to the sky. Zhao Yuanlang looked at these beasts, feeling a little annoyed. He directly took out the meteor hammer of the Witch-king of Angmar from the space, knocked Nemian with his foot, and rushed out.

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What was that sound? Batu Mengke suddenly woke up from his bed and looked up at the soldiers who rushed into the tent in a panic.

The soldier trembled under Batu Mongke's sharp gaze. He had no doubt that if he did not give the Khan the correct information, he might be sacrificed to Eternal Heaven by the Khan.

"Great Khan! That devil is coming. He is only two or three miles away from our camp on his huge beast!"

"What! Help me put on my armor." Batu Mengke suddenly sat up from the bed and hurriedly put on his armor with the help of the messenger who came in.

"Khan! Let's go! The devil is here! Changshengtian sent a wolf messenger to intercept him! Let's go!" Kudong and Bolis rushed into the tent in panic with their clothes in disarray.

Batu Mongke no longer cared about anything else and hastily ordered a large army to assemble to stop Zhao Yuanlang. He and his queen hurriedly mounted their horses with the help of the two men and hurriedly led their royal guards to escape.

The meteor hammer of the Witch-king of Angmar in Zhao Yuanlang's hand was dripping with blood, and the corpses of thirty or forty wolves were lying on the ground.

The Mongolian camp in the distance was brightly lit. A Mongolian cavalry of four to five thousand people blew horns and marched towards Zhao Yuanlang. Further away, a large army was retreating.

"Damn beast!" Zhao Yuanlang swung the meteor hammer unwillingly to smash the wolf's body to pieces. He knocked Nemian lightly, turned his body, and charged towards the Mongolian army in the distance.

This was simply a massacre. Nemian under Zhao Yuanlang kept roaring, and some of the horses under the attacking Mongolian cavalry even lost control and ran away because of the roar, and were completely out of the control of the cavalry.

Soon, the entire Mongolian army fled in all directions.

Time was running out. Zhao Yuanlang patted Nemian under him and pointed in the direction of the fleeing army. Nemian then chased after them.

Maybe horses run very fast, especially Mongolian horses, which have amazing speed and endurance, but for Nemian, a descendant of the Nemean Lion, this is not a problem.

Soon, Zhao Yuanlang caught up with the tail of the army and started to charge. The phantom of the demon behind him kept attacking, and countless horses and the cavalry on him were beaten into a meat paste. Many cavalry were demoralized by Zhao Yuanlang's attack, and the horses under them were frightened by Nemian's roar and fled in all directions.

Finally, Batu Mengke stopped running because there was no way out. There was a snow pit in front of them. If they rode their horses to force their way in, the snow would directly cover half of the horses' bodies, making them lambs to be slaughtered, even now.

The Mongolian army regrouped, and Batu Mongke quietly looked at the Emperor of the Yanhuang Empire who was only about ten feet away from him in the heavy snow.

It was strange that there was no snow on his body. Heavy snow fell from both sides of his body. Only the lion under his crotch was covered with snow and blood. Every time the ferocious lion breathed, it could blow away a large piece of snow. Batu Mengke wanted to see the emperor of the Yanhuang Empire who seemed to have descended from heaven, but the snow was even heavier and he could not see his face clearly.

"Descendants of Changshengtian! We are not afraid of life or death, we are the pride of Changshengtian! The army attacks!" Batu Mengke waved the scimitar in his hand and rushed towards Zhao Yuanlang first.

Behind him were his two favorite generals, Kudong and Bolis. They blew the horns in their hands and followed closely behind their Khan.

.......

The snow stopped, and the whole grassland seemed to be covered with a layer of white clothes, but there was a large area of ​​bright red.

Blood was flowing. Batumengke glanced at the bodies of his favorite generals, Kudong and Bolis, at his feet. They were both knocked off their horses by the man on the opposite side in the first round of attack and were trampled beyond recognition by the Mongolian cavalry behind them.

He had no men left, except for a dozen soldiers following behind him. The rest of the soldiers were lying in a mess on the ground, and occasionally a few horses struggled to get up and run away.

Batu Mengke looked at the man in front of him who was getting closer and closer to him. The shadow of the demon behind the man was getting closer and closer. Batu Mengke was trembling and the scimitar in his hand fell to the ground.

"Eternal Heaven, why do you treat your descendants like this! Why!" Batu Mengke raised his hands to the sky as if questioning something!

"Your Changshengtian can't control you because he doesn't dare to see me! He was defeated by me! We fought in the sky that time, and he was defeated by me. I cut off his arm, and he disappeared from then on!" In Batu Mengke's surprised eyes, Zhao Yuanlang slowly made up this story.

"Impossible! Impossible! I don't believe it!" Batu Mengke struggled and prayed constantly.

"Kneel down!" Zhao Yuanlang smashed the meteor hammer in his hand in front of Batu Mengke. Nimian cooperated well with Zhao Yuanlang and roared to the sky.

The Mongolian cavalrymen behind Batu Mongke knelt down on the ground with pale faces!

"Submit to me and swear to become a part of my nation, or I will kill all the descendants of the Golden Family!"

Batu Mengke looked unwillingly at the man riding on the lion in front of him, biting his lower lip stubbornly and breathing in a panic.

"I won't say it again. If you don't agree, I will capture you alive and let you witness the destruction of the Golden Family with your own eyes. I will make you a sinner of the Golden Family."

"You're a devil! You're a devil!"

Batu Mongke, the Mongol Khan, shed tears of unwillingness and knelt down in front of Zhao Yuanlang in humiliation.

"Very good! Go back to your royal court and send all your descendants to Yingtian Prefecture. Of course, I also need the descendants of your Mongolian nobles. If there is one missing, I will come to the grassland again!" Zhao Yuanlang gently patted Nemian under him.

Batu Mengke watched the man and the lion gradually disappear into the snowfield.

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A month later, Batumengke's son and many descendants of Mongolian nobles were all sent to Yingtian Prefecture, along with the wolf flag representing the Khan. Then, Zhao Yuanlang issued an imperial edict to confer Batumengke as the Shunyi King of Yanhuang. Thus, Mongolia submitted to Yanhuang.