Enemy attack!
The same thought sprang into everyone's mind, and the group hurriedly grabbed their weapons and prepared to assemble.
"How could there be an enemy attack in a place like this?"
"Who exactly are the enemies?"
"How many are there?"
A flood of doubts rose in Öchen, Bo'olghu, and the others' minds, but they still hurriedly passed down orders one after another.
Yet yellow sand filled the sky, making it impossible to see where the enemy was. Only faint shouts of battle mingled with the wind and sand. Even the battle-hardened Kheshig Guard gradually began to panic.
Öchen and Bo'olghu were veteran commanders who had fought on countless battlefields. In the rush, they judged the enemy's general direction from where the warning cries had vanished and hurriedly gathered their personal guards and troops to head that way.
Unfortunately, they were met head-on by a rain of arrows. The Mongol troops were thrown into chaos, but the Mongols excelled at mounted archery, and many quickly drew their bows and fired back. Sadly, they were facing the sandstorm and fighting against the wind. Not only could they not see the enemy clearly, but the power of their arrows was greatly reduced, while the enemy's arrows rode the wind and nearly doubled in force.
"Retreat! Scatter and circle around to their flank and rear!" Bo'olghu immediately realized they would certainly lose if they continued like this and hurriedly issued the order. The Mongols' greatest advantage was mobility. During the Western Expedition, they had often defeated greater numbers with fewer troops by using that mobility to strike weak flanks, or by feigning defeat to lure the enemy into advancing alone before surrounding them in turn.
Bo'olghu might not have been a top-tier famous general, but after following Temujin for so many years, even