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Chapter 665 Response: Head-on confrontation!

"You are too kind, Great Khan. Our Aisin Gioro clan and the Wanyan clan are of the same blood and should stand together through thick and thin."

Aisin-Gioro Amin bowed slightly, his voice steady.

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

Wanyan Jindanzi and Wanyan Yindanzi exchanged a glance, then each led their cavalrymen forward slowly.

The cavalry of the Bordered Blue Banner followed closely behind. With a wave of his hand, Aisin Gioro Amin ordered the Bordered Blue Banner cavalry to quickly split into two teams, each following one of the Wanyan brothers on either side, forming a tacit cooperation.

As the sound of horses' hooves gradually rose, the wind on the grassland seemed to grow even more biting.

The allied forces of the Wanyan and Aisin Gioro clans marched southward toward the territory of the Murong Xianbei, like an unstoppable iron torrent.

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Meanwhile, Murong Chui stood on the vast grassland, a gentle breeze blowing, bringing a touch of coolness.

He was clad in iron armor, with a wolf-fur coat draped over his shoulders, his gaze deep and cold, like an unshakeable god of war.

Beside him stood 30,000 Murong Xianbei cavalry, fully armed and ready to go, their momentum overwhelming. Among them, the 7,000 elite Longcheng cavalry, meticulously trained by Murong Chui, were as indestructible as an iron torrent.

At this moment, a Dragon City cavalryman rode up quickly, his face covered in dust, but his eyes revealed his haste.

"General, our scouts report that the Jurchen Wanyan clan and the Aisin Gioro clan have already launched their attack!"

He dismounted, 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 glint flashed in his eyes.

"The Jurchen Wanyan clan only sent 10,000 cavalry and 1,000 elite cavalry, while the Jurchen Manchu Aisin Gioro clan only sent one banner of the Eight Banners. It seems they don't take us seriously."

"Hmph, arrogant! How dare you look down on the Murong Xianbei!"

He looked up into the distance, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Murong Ling, Murong Nong, Murong Long, Murong Xi and other generals gathered around Murong Chui, their faces showing surprise, excitement, and above all, anticipation for the upcoming battle.

They looked at Murong Chui, awaiting his decision, like a pack of hungry wolves ready to pounce on their prey at any moment.

"General, this is a golden opportunity! The Jurchen Wanyan clan and Aisin Gioro clan have clearly underestimated us. We can take advantage of this and strike them hard."

"The Jurchen generals Wanyan Jindanzi and Wanyan Yindanzi were two complete brutes who knew nothing about military strategy. As for Aisin Gioro Amin of the Manchu Bordered Blue Banner, he paled in comparison to Dorgon and Huang Taiji, and had not achieved any outstanding results on the grasslands before."

"Such an enemy is not worth mentioning."

Murong Ling, as Murong Chui's capable assistant, spoke first.

"Brother is right. Aisin Gioro Amin is probably no big deal."

"Our Murong Xianbei clan is now militarily strong and well-equipped, and with your unparalleled command as our commander-in-chief, what is there to fear?"

Murong Nong, who was also eager to participate, immediately chimed in.

"General, I volunteer! I am willing to lead my men and utterly annihilate those Jurchen barbarians!"

Murong Long was even more eager to fight, his eyes flashing with battle intent.

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

Although Murong Xi was younger, he was not to be outdone.

"Good! Our Xianbei people have been the overlords of the grasslands since ancient times. Although we were once in decline, we have now received external support and our strength is now far greater than before."

"The Jurchen Wanyan clan and Aisin Gioro clan's audacity to invade is a golden opportunity for us to regain our prestige and restore our glory!"

Looking at his passionate sons beside him, Murong Chui felt a surge of pride. He spoke slowly and steadily.

"My mind is made up; this battle is inevitable! Not only will we fight, but we will also demonstrate the might of the Murong Xianbei!"

"Let those Jurchens know that we, the Murong Xianbei, are not to be bullied at will!"

At this point, a sharp glint flashed in Murong Chui's eyes.

"However, remember, pride comes before a fall. Although we are strong, the Jurchen Wanyan clan and the Aisin Gioro clan are not to be underestimated."

"In particular, the cavalry and the Eight Banners army each have their own unique strengths and should not be underestimated."

At this point, Murong Chui paused and turned his gaze to the people around him.

"Father, rest assured, we will act with caution and fulfill our mission."

Upon hearing this, Murong Ling immediately became serious and said.

"In this battle, we must make full use of our terrain and troop strength advantages, with the Dragon City cavalry as the vanguard, to quickly break through the enemy lines and disrupt their deployment."

"At the same time, the cavalry on both flanks must be flexible and mobile, ready to encircle the enemy at any time and form a pincer movement."

Murong Chui nodded slightly, then turned his gaze back to the distance, as if he had already sketched out the layout of the entire battlefield in his mind.

"What about the Bordered Blue Banner of the Aisin Gioro clan? Their horsemanship is superb, so we must be wary of them."

Murong Nong couldn't help but interject.

"That's exactly what I wanted to say. Those Manchu barbarians' Eight Banners army do have some unique skills and should not be underestimated. Remember, on the battlefield, strategy is often more important than brute force."

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

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

"Rest assured, Commander, I will personally lead a force to contain the Bordered Blue Banner and create an opportunity for the main army to launch its attack."

Murong Long thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Murong Chui nodded in satisfaction. Under his tutelage, his young sons had each developed their own strengths, and under his unified command, they would surely unleash astonishing fighting power.

"Alright! Everyone, prepare for battle."

"In this battle, we will show the world that the Xianbei, who once dominated the grasslands, have not only returned, but are stronger than ever before!"

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

Following Murong Chui's order, the entire Murong Xianbei army began preparations in earnest.

The Dragon City cavalry were busy checking their equipment and sharpening their weapons, their warhorses neighing and dust billowing.

As time went on, the atmosphere on the grassland became increasingly tense.

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

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

He muttered to himself, a cold glint in his eyes.

By this time, the sun was already setting in the west, its golden rays bathing the grassland and draping the land in a veil of mystery. Murong Chuizhi

He took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards his warhorse. The black warhorse seemed to sense its master's determination, pawing the ground restlessly and exhaling puffs of white mist from its nostrils.

"Let's go, my comrade, let's face this battle together."

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