Chapter 669: Response, head-on confrontation!

"Great Khan Wanyan is too polite. We, the Aisin-Gioro clan and the Wanyan clan, are of the same blood and should advance and retreat together."

Aisin-Gioro Amin bowed slightly and spoke in a steady voice.

After the two teams joined together, the atmosphere became more tense and solemn.

Wanyan Jindanzi and Wanyan Yindanzi looked at each other, then each led their cavalry and slowly moved forward.

The cavalry of the Bordered Blue Banner followed closely behind. With a wave of his hand, Aisin-Gioro Amin quickly divided the cavalry of the Bordered Blue Banner into two teams, following the two wings of the Wanyan brothers respectively, forming a tacit cooperation.

The sound of horse hooves gradually increased, and the wind on the grassland seemed to become more fierce.

The coalition forces of the Wanyan and Aisin-Gioro clans marched towards the territory of the Murong Xianbei clan in the south like an unstoppable iron torrent.

At the same time, Murong Chui stood on the vast grassland, and the breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness.

He was dressed in iron armor and a wolf fur coat on his shoulders. His eyes were deep and cold, like an unshakable god of war.

Beside him, 30,000 Murong Xianbei cavalrymen were ready to go, with great momentum. Among them, the 7,000 elite Longcheng cavalrymen carefully trained by Murong Chui were as indestructible as an iron stream.

At this time, a Longcheng cavalryman rode over quickly, with a little dust on his face, but it could not hide the haste in his eyes.

"General, the spies report that the Jurchen Wanyan clan and the Aisin-Gioro clan have already sent out their troops!"

He dismounted from his horse, knelt on one knee, and presented a battle report with both hands.

Murong Chui took the battle report, quickly glanced through it, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"The Wanyan clan of the Jurchens only sent out 10,000 cavalrymen and 1,000 crooked horses, while the Aisin-Gioro clan of the Jurchens and Manchus only sent out one banner of the Eight Banners Army. It seems that they do not take us seriously."

"Humph, how arrogant! How dare you look down on me, the Murong Xianbei!"

He looked up into the distance, a sneer on his face.

Murong Ling, Murong Nong, Murong Long, Murong Xi and other generals gathered around Murong Chui, with expressions of surprise, excitement, and more importantly, eagerness for the upcoming battle.

They looked at Murong Chui, waiting for his decision, like a group of hungry wolves, ready to pounce on their prey at any time.

"General, this is a godsend opportunity! The Jurchen Wanyan clan and the Aisin-Gioro clan clearly underestimated the enemy. We can take advantage of this and deal them a heavy blow."

"The main generals of the Jurchen Wanyan clan, Wanyan Jindanzi and Wanyan Yindanzi, are two completely reckless men who have no idea what the art of war is. And Aixinjueluo Amin of the Jurchen Manchu Bordered Blue Banner, looks even more dull compared to Dorgon and Huang Taiji, and he has not won any outstanding achievements on the grassland before."

"Such an enemy is not worth mentioning."

Murong Ling, as Murong Chui's right-hand man, spoke first.

"Brother is right. Aixinjueluo Amin is a nameless person, so he should not be feared."

"We, the Murong Xianbei, are now strong in military strength, and with you, a peerless commander, in charge, what do we have to fear?"

Murong Nong was also rubbing his hands in anticipation and immediately echoed.

"General, I want to fight! I am willing to lead my men to kill those Jurchen barbarians without leaving a single piece of armor behind!"

Murong Long was even more eager to fight, with a fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

"General, I am willing to go too! We must let those Jurchens know how powerful we, the Murong Xianbei, are!"

Although Murong Xi is younger, he is not willing to be outdone.

"Good! My Xianbei tribe has been the overlord of the grassland since ancient times. Although we were once in decline, we now have external support and our strength is far greater than before."

"The Jurchen Wanyan and Aisin-Gioro clans have dared to invade us this time. This is a great opportunity for us to be proud and regain our prestige!"

Murong Chui looked at his sons who were full of enthusiasm, and a feeling of pride surged in his heart. He spoke slowly, his voice steady. "I have made up my mind. We must fight this battle! Not only must we fight, but we must also show the power of our Murong Xianbei clan!"

"Let those Jurchens know that we, the Murong Xianbei, are not people they can bully at will!"

Having said that, a sharp light flashed in Murong Chui's eyes.

"But remember, pride leads to a fall. Although we are strong, the Wanyan and Aisin-Gioro clans of the Jurchens are no ordinary people."

"Especially the Crooked Horses and the Eight Banners Army, they both have their own unique features and should not be underestimated."

Having said that, Murong Chui paused and cast his gaze towards the people around him.

"Don't worry, father. We will act prudently and live up to our mission."

Upon hearing this, Murong Ling immediately spoke seriously.

"In this battle, we must make full use of the terrain and military strength advantages, use the Dragon City Cavalry as the vanguard, quickly break through the enemy formation, and disrupt their deployment."

"At the same time, the cavalry on both wings must be flexible and maneuverable, ready to outflank the enemy at any time and form a siege."

Murong Chui nodded slightly, then looked into the distance again, as if he had already outlined the layout of the entire battlefield in his mind.

"What about the Aixinjueluo clan's Bordered Blue Banner? They are excellent riders, so we must be on guard against them."

Murong Nong couldn't help but interrupt.

"That's exactly what I want to say. The Eight Banners Army of those Manchu barbarians has some unique features and should not be underestimated. Remember, on the battlefield, strategy is often more important than bravery."

"Every man of the Murong clan is precious now. We must not confront the Bordered Blue Banner head-on."

Murong Chui smiled slightly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Marshal. I will personally lead a part of the troops to contain the Blue Banner and create opportunities for the main attack."

Murong Long thought about it and nodded in agreement.

Murong Chui nodded with satisfaction. Under his training, these young sons of his now have their own strengths. Now under his unified command, they will surely display amazing fighting effectiveness.

"Okay! Everyone, prepare to fight."

"In this battle, we want to let the world know that the Xianbei that once dominated the grasslands have not only returned, but are also stronger than ever before!"

He took a deep breath, as if sucking the breath of the entire grassland into his chest, and then slowly exhaled, his voice full of power.

Following Murong Chui's order, the entire Murong Xianbei army began to make intensive preparations.

The Longcheng cavalry were busy checking their equipment and sharpening their weapons. Their horses were neighing and the dust was flying.

As time went on, the atmosphere on the grassland became more and more tense.

Murong Chui stood quietly on the high ground, looking at the grassland that was about to become a battlefield.

"Jurchen Wanyan clan, Aisin-Gioro clan, let this battle become your eternal nightmare."

He whispered to himself, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

At this time, the sun has already set, and the golden afterglow sprinkles on the grassland, covering this land with a mysterious veil.

He took a deep breath, turned and walked towards his warhorse. The black warhorse seemed to sense his master's determination, stamping its hooves restlessly and spewing white mist from its nostrils.

"Come on, my friend, let us face this battle together."

(End of this chapter)