Combat Unit 176 on the mountainside also stopped their pursuit. The soldiers looked up in horror and saw the vortex rapidly moving towards Mount Zhuolu.
Suddenly, rain began to fall from the sky. The rain became heavier and heavier. The sand and stones on the mountain were washed away by the sudden rainstorm, gradually forming small streams.
Soon after, the streams converged into a mountain torrent, and countless sand and stones began to pour down.
Bulan Zir roared, "Run up the ridge! Quick! If you don't run, you'll die here!"
At that moment, Bulan Zir and Kirghiz Yan were even a little alarmed. They could imagine that the torrential rain was definitely related to the young man. He had really grasped the power of a god. It was no wonder many people on the grasslands said that he was a god who had descended!
In the past, Bulan Zir did not believe in gods at all. But now, he believed it without a doubt!
The eight tribes behind Yan Liuyuan had already dismounted and knelt behind the young man.
Previously, Hassan had sent an order saying that their master had ordered them not to do anything this time.
At that time, everyone was a little confused. If they weren't going to save someone, why did they come to Mount Zhuolu?
Only now did they understand that there was no need for them to do anything.
Not everyone from the eight tribes that had sided with Yan Liuyuan had become a believer of Yan Liuyuan. Before this, at least half of the herdsmen did not believe in Yan Liuyuan.
However, when they looked at the shocking dark vortex and lightning above their heads and the torrential rain on Mount Zhuolu, they had no choice but to believe it!
The scene on the battlefield became strange. On one side, the people on Mount Zhuolu were fleeing for their lives, while those who could not escape in time were washed away by the torrent and rocks.
On the other side, thousands of people behind the young man dismounted and knelt in worship, becoming the most loyal believers of the god.
Yan Liuyuan had told his Sister Xiaoyu that the devotion of believers had to be consolidated through repeated miracles.
If he was a liar, there would come a day when he would be exposed. However, to him, the grasslands were his natural home ground. His believers had long been waiting for him to subdue them on the grasslands.
This was also one of the reasons why Yan Liuyuan had decided to come to the grasslands.
On the mountain, Bulan Zir and Kirghiz Yan climbed up along the ridge. When they encountered a flash flood, running down the mountain was a dead end. They still had this bit of common sense.
Therefore, there were not many casualties among the Bulan and Kirghiz tribes. The ones who suffered the most casualties were the troops from Stronghold 176 on the mountainside.
This time, almost all of Stronghold 176's combat troops had been mobilized. At most, two battalions of troops were left behind to guard the stronghold. But when the flash floods and mudslides struck, it was useless no matter how many people there were. This was the power of nature, and humans were extremely powerless and insignificant in the face of disasters.
This mountain torrent lasted for a full five hours. Bulan Zir and the others waited silently at the top of the mountain in the rain.
They looked at Yan Liuyuan from afar. That young man was motionless at the foot of the mountain, while the believers behind him also knelt motionlessly for five hours until Stronghold 176's combat troops were utterly defeated.
Gradually, the torrential rain stopped. Bulan Zir and Kirghiz Yan looked at each other and tacitly instructed their subordinates, "Kill our way back. This is the best chance for us to counterattack!"
Although there were still many Central Plains people at the foot of the mountain, they could only be considered to be struggling at death's door. Some of them were hiding behind rocks, while others had climbed up trees. Most of them had even thrown their guns away. On the other hand, the Bulan and Kirghiz tribes were in a much better state than the other side. At the very least, they still had their sabers!
The battle lasted for a full 13 hours, but Yan Liuyuan was not in a hurry. He only instructed Hassan to get his tribesmen to start a fire and cook while waiting for the battle on the mountain to end.
Some of Stronghold 176's soldiers escaped from the mountain, but what awaited them were heavy machine guns.
The soldiers of Stronghold 176 could not understand when the nomads had gotten their hands on something like a heavy machine gun.
Hassan came to Yan Liuyuan's side and said, "Master, why don't I lead the troops in now? As long as we kill Bulan Zir and Kirghiz Yan during the chaos, their tribesmen will naturally surrender."
"There's no need for that." Yan Liuyuan smiled and shook his head. "I believe the two of them are not stupid."
The night passed, and the sounds of fighting continued on the mountain. When the sky was about to brighten, Bulan Zir and Kirghiz Yan walked out of the mountain with their faces covered in blood. Behind them were the warriors of their tribe, but only a third of them were left.
Yan Liuyuan got on his horse and said with a smile, "Not bad. It's already surprising that there's still so many of them left."
Although he had to save the people and preserve the strength of the entire grasslands, Yan Liuyuan had to weaken Bulan Zir and Kirghiz Yan's forces first. Only then could he convince them and gain control of the grasslands.
Therefore, during the battle in the middle of the night, Yan Liuyuan did not use his own power, nor did he get Hassan and the others to enter the mountain to help.
Right now, the surviving members of the Bulan and Kirghiz tribes were all elites. If they were to fight another tough battle in the future, the combined 9,000 people from these two tribes would become one of the central forces of the grasslands.
Bulan Zir and Kirghiz Yan panted as they came up to Yan Liuyuan's horse. Yan Liuyuan smiled and said, "Submit to me, and I'll take you into Stronghold 176 to have a look. If you don't submit, you'll die here. Your souls will also be able to see how I do things that you can't do. "
Bulan Zir and Kirghiz Yan looked at each other and knelt down in front of Yan Liuyuan at the same time. They raised their arms with their palms facing up.
Yan Liuyuan smiled and drew the whip in his hand across their palms. The two of them were doing the ritual of begging for their master's forgiveness in the grasslands. By drawing the whip across their palms, Yan Liuyuan was telling them that their master had forgiven them and that they could continue to follow him and fight on the battlefield.
Bulan Zir knelt on the ground and shouted, "The grasslands have finally welcomed a true god. From now on, our Bulan tribe will be at your beck and call, even if we have to die for you."
Kirghiz Yan did not know how to express his loyalty for a long time. In the end, he could only shout, "My Kirghiz tribe too!"
From now on, there was no longer any power in the grasslands that could stop Yan Liuyuan from unifying the grasslands.
"Alright." Yan Liuyuan smiled and turned his horse around. "Bulan Zir, you can even say a few idioms, so you can be considered a cultured person of the grasslands. Get up. Do you still have the strength? If you do, follow me. See, Central Plains people aren't that noble after all. "
When they heard the horses' hooves leaving, Bulan Zir and Kirghiz Yan stood up. Hassan brought over two warhorses for them. "These are a reward from your master."
Bulan Zir and Kirghiz Yan's warhorses had already died in Mt. Zhuolu. At this moment, Yan Liuyuan had given them the warhorses to preserve their dignity. Otherwise, they would not be able to raise their heads when they returned to the grasslands while the chiefs of the other tribes rode on horses.
However, Bulan Zir asked Hassan in puzzlement, "Did Master just say that we're going to Stronghold 176? There are still a lot of garrison troops there, so how are we going to attack? "
Hassan glanced at the two of them and said, "Can the enemy summon a flash flood from the sky?"
These words left the two of them speechless. That's right, no matter how powerful firearms were, how could they be a match for the means of a god?
When the army arrived outside Stronghold 176, Bulan Zir and the others watched helplessly as the stronghold's walls suddenly cracked open. Half of the garrison troops on the walls fell from the sky along with the cracked walls!
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