Chapter 683 Yuwen Yong's Secret Sect
After listening to Nurhaci's analysis, Wanyan Aguda's brows gradually relaxed and a gleam of light gradually flashed in his eyes.

"That's good. The power of Jurchen Shamanism is indeed a great help to us at this moment."

"Just as you said, we will act immediately."

He pondered for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons of this plan, and then nodded slowly.

"Wuqimai, you must set off immediately to the Condor Valley and ask those shamans and priests to come out of the mountains. Be sure to be courteous and considerate."

After saying this, he turned to look at Wanyan Wuqimai who was sitting quietly like a pine tree beside him.

"Don't worry, Great Khan. Wuqimai will definitely fulfill his mission and bring the shamans and priests back safely."

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Wuqimai stood up, clasped his hands together, and bowed respectfully.

"Huang Taiji, you go with Wu Qimai. You are smart and eloquent. I feel more at ease with you by my side."

Seeing this, Nurhaci also sent out his most trusted son, Huang Taiji.

"Don't worry, Father. I will do my best."

Upon hearing this, Huang Taiji smiled slightly, with a hint of confidence in his eyes.

The two looked at each other, and without saying anything, they understood each other.

However, the atmosphere in the tent did not ease after the two men left, but became even more solemn.

"Lou Shi, the matter of preparing the army for war will be handed over to you. Make sure that every team is in the best condition and ready to fight at any time."

"Mobilize all of our Wanyan clan's cavalry, especially the Crooked Horses. They are our spearheads in this battle and must be kept in top combat condition."

Wanyan Aguda continued to command the next action. He looked at Wanyan Loushi, a burly general with great military achievements, who was quietly waiting for orders.

"Don't worry, Great Khan. Loushi Loushi will definitely live up to the mission and make every warrior of the Wanyan clan an insurmountable barrier for the enemy, ready to fight any enemy at any time."

When Wanyan Loushi heard this, a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.

"Dorgon, the mobilization of the Manchu troops is now in your hands. The Eight Banners Army is the pride of our Jurchen Manchus, and it is also our trump card."

"I want you to make sure that under every flag there are the bravest warriors, and that every sword is thirsty for the blood of the enemy."

At the same time, Nurhaci also stood up. His slightly hunched body seemed to be much straighter at this moment, and flames of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Father. Dorgon will gather all the Manchu warriors together and let them know that the power of the Manchus cannot be underestimated by anyone."

When Dorgon heard this, a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes.

As the orders from the two khans were issued, the entire Jurchen alliance began to act quickly.

Warriors from various tribes responded to the call and gathered from all directions, either on horseback or on foot.

Many cavalrymen wearing iron armor and holding spears were galloping on the grassland like a tide.

The most eye-catching ones are the two most elite armies - the Wanyan clan's "hard army" Crooked Horse and the Jurchen and Manchu Eight Banners Army.

The Crooked Horses were strong and sturdy, and the sound of their hooves was like thunder, as if they could trample over all obstacles. The Eight Banners Army was disciplined and their formation was neat and uniform, as if they could devour all enemies.

Driven by these two armies, the momentum of the entire Jurchen alliance reached an unprecedented height.

It was like a pack of hungry wolves, waiting for their prey to appear.

However, in this tense and orderly atmosphere of preparation for war, there was also a subtle worry. After all, they were about to face the Xianbei Alliance, which was also beginning to gather.

That alliance was composed of multiple tribes including the Murong Xianbei, the Yuwen Xianbei, the Jie, and the Di.

It has gathered many tribes and now has a strong military force, and is also supported by the Xianbei Shamanism.

It’s still unclear who will win next!
At the same time, while the Jurchen Alliance was making intensive preparations for war, outside Taiping Pass on the other end of the northern grassland, in a gorgeous tent decorated with intricate totems, the flickering candlelight illuminated several figures.

Among them, Jia Xu, who carried with him the Six Sword Slaves of Luowang and the celestial killer Hei Bai Xuan Jian, and was ready to run away at any time if the situation went wrong, was frowning and talking solemnly with the two leaders of the Xianbei Alliance - Murong Jun of the Murong clan of Xianbei and Yuwen Yong of the Yuwen clan of Xianbei.

"My two khans, although the Jurchen alliance has suffered a heavy blow, we must not take it lightly."

"Especially the Jurchen Shamanism behind them. Those shamans and priests hold mysterious powers and most of them have excellent internal strength. Among them, there are many high priests at the heavenly level. They are good at acting in secret and are hard to guard against."

Jia Xu stroked his beard lightly and reminded the two of them.

"Mr. Jia is right. The power of Jurchen Shamanism should not be underestimated. But we are not unprepared. Xianbei Shamanism is also our solid backing."

Murong Jun nodded, a hint of worry flashed in his eyes, but not too much unnecessary worry.

"Mr. Jia, you worry too much. Although I, Yuwen Yong, cannot say that I know everything about Xianbei Shamanism, I have indeed put in a lot of effort over the years."

"Openly or secretly, I, the Yuwen Xianbei, have also established connections with many shamans and priests of the Xianbei Shamanism."

Yuwen Yong also smiled confidently, even with a hint of indifference.

As a powerful ruler, he naturally could not allow the Xianbei Shamanism, the traditional culture of the Xianbei people, to wander around.

He had already overtly or covertly won over and controlled many shamans and priests of the Xianbei Shamanism.

He even had connections with Tantric Buddhism on the grassland.

It can be said that if we really talk about the background competition, in terms of internal strength, he is not really afraid of the shamanism behind the Jurchens.

As he spoke, Yuwen Yong clapped his hands lightly, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and several shamans dressed in strange costumes with colorful stripes on their faces slowly walked in.

"These are just some of the power I hold in my hands."

"Moreover, I have a good relationship with the Tantric Buddhism on the grassland. The high monks of the Tantric Buddhism also have impressive strength. Their Buddhist teachings complement our Shamanism and are sufficient to cope with any challenge."

There was a hint of pride in Yuwen Yong's tone.

Emperor Wu of Northern Zhou, who launched a massive anti-Buddhist campaign in his previous life, now wants to win over the Tantric Buddhism, which is also a Buddhist sect. Life is truly unpredictable.

"The Khan has foresight and I admire him."

"But even so, we still need to be careful. After all, Jurchen shamanism has a profound foundation and should not be underestimated."

When Jia Xu heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. It seemed that he had underestimated the new Khan of the Yuwen family.

It was unexpected that Yuwen Yong, a member of the Yuwen clan who was initially unknown, could achieve such remarkable results in such a short period of time.

"Don't worry, Mr. Jia. I am not a self-righteous person, Yuwen Yong."

"I know very well how powerful the Jurchen Shamanism is, so I have naturally made many preparations to deal with it. This time I just want to see how many big fish the two Wanyan Gold Bullets and Wanyan Silver Bullets can catch from the Jurchen Shamanism!"

Yuwen Yong laughed heartily, with a bit of heartiness and heroism.

(End of this chapter)