"If you want war, then fight! Why waste words? Great Huan's mighty armies may shake the world, but the Mongol Iron Cavalry hasn't earned its fame for nothing!"
Genghis Khan was speechless. Subutai, one of the Four Braves of the Mongols, bellowed in a booming, resonant voice. After a pause, he looked at the helpless, bewildered refugees between the two armies and continued shouting:
"The Spring-and-Autumn War King's martial might may run through all under heaven, but individual prowess isn't what matters on a battlefield! In all fairness, the Spring-Autumn Iron Cavalry is certainly no match for the Mongols' elite special cavalry. Besides, our Heavenly Khan, Genghis Khan, personally leads the Keshig Guard this time, a force comparable to the Great Huan Forbidden Guard. Is the Spring-and-Autumn War King truly confident he can stop us from leaving? With heaven and earth in upheaval, once our armies clash, both sides will suffer. There can be no victor. Why bother?"
His words were earnest and painstaking, but they also made it obvious that he did not want a battle to erupt.
Although Subutai was a fierce general, there was finesse beneath his rough exterior. He understood the situation before him perfectly. Whether they won or lost this battle, the Mongols would lose. Moreover, after their army's wretched flight from Irkutsk Imperial City, their morale and fighting spirit had hit rock bottom. Naturally, he did not want to fight!
If even Subutai felt this way, the thoughts of the other Mongol commanders were easy to imagine. Probably few of them wanted to fight either!
Looking in every direction, they could see heaven collapsing and earth splitting in the distance, visible for a thousand miles. Countless fissures and sinkholes resembled gigantic savage beasts endlessly devouring the crowds fleeing in panic, though most victims were