All kinds of thoughts mixed with intense fatigue and despair came rushing in.
Suddenly, he looked up and let out a long howl, issuing a Turkic command that tore through the smoke: "Throw down your weapons! We have surrendered!"
Before the words had fallen, the messengers beside him sharply lifted their heads, eyes showing panic and confusion.
But they saw the blood-stained hem of the Khan's robe fluttering in the wind, and they finally gripped the horn at their waists, shouting the order across the vast plain with an unstoppable force.
"Throw down your weapons! We have surrendered!"
"Throw down your weapons! We have surrendered!"
"Throw down your weapons! We have surrendered!"
In an instant, the sound of metal clashing rose and fell.
Curved blades, arrows, wolf-head battle axes... bloodstained weapons fell onto the yellowing tundra, startling a few cold crows.
