All Heavens: Starting with Yang Kang playing Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King

Chapter 59 The brutal killing of Ögedei Khan reverses the tide of fate.

Ögedei Khan was unaware that Liaodong had already fallen into Yang Kang's hands, and naturally could not have imagined that Yang Kang was passing through Liaodong.

In his eyes, Shandong was two thousand miles away from where he was, and there was no way Yang Kang could have appeared there without the Mongols noticing.

But he had already appeared. Before Ögedei could even think, he was immediately surrounded by guards, pulled onto a horse, and fled in a sorry state.

Yang Kang led more than 10,000 men, while the Guanshan camp at that time had only 8,000 guards.

Ögedei's eight thousand Kheshig troops were naturally the elite of the Mongols, but under the terrifying onslaught of Yang Kang and his 150 Imperial Cavalry, they were no different from ordinary civilians who had lost their hands.

In the era of cold weapons, the role that a monster with the strength of 20,000 jin, high-speed mobility, and invincibility of swords and spears could play in such a small-scale battle is unimaginable.

Before the Kheshig army could even deploy, it was scattered by Yang Kang and the Imperial Cavalry in a single encounter, and then divided and annihilated by the main army that followed.

The sun on the horizon pierced through the clouds, casting beams of light. Yang Kang, spear in hand, spurred his horse and was the first to charge into the Guanshan camp.

The golden crow's four hooves thundered as Yang Kang swept his spear across, instantly sending seven or eight Mongol soldiers, along with their half-person-high cowhide shields, flying like withered leaves swept up by a gale.

The soldier's body flew backward and exploded like a cannonball, tearing apart the bodies of his comrades along the way.

With a casual flick of his spear, he sent a saddle-sized rock flying, ready to be launched at any moment, easily tearing apart every Mongol soldier in front of him like a Gatling gun.

The sound of bones breaking was as dense as a torrential downpour hitting withered lotus leaves, and the sound of a human body being torn apart by the force of the spear was more piercing than the neighing of a warhorse.

Blood and bits of flesh formed a semi-circular mist after the spearhead struck.

Any defense, regardless of formation, armor, or number of players, is no different from a paper-thin defense.

The Mongols, proud of their linked cavalry formation, attempted to flank Yang Kang from both sides. Twelve riders charged in parallel, each horse clad in iron armor and each rider wielding a scimitar.

Yang Kang didn't even turn his horse's head; his right hand held the spear horizontally, and his Overlord Double Pupils locked onto the forefront of the charging cavalry.

Using his internal force, he swept the twelve armored warhorses, along with their riders, into the arc of his spear.

A heavily armored warhorse weighing seven or eight hundred pounds was struck in the ribs by the butt of a spear. The horse rolled three times in the air, knocking over two of its comrades behind it.

The rider on horseback was already dead before he even hit the ground; he and his horse were reduced to minced meat.

The twelve riders charged, and two breaths later, only seven overturned horses and twelve corpses remained on the ground.

Panic and unrest quickly swept across the battlefield.

The Mongols were fearless because they had previously faced people, people weaker than themselves.

But Yang Kang at this moment was different; he was a moving mountain.

He is a living god, a terrifying demon.

The Imperial Guards of the Dragon Cavalry followed closely behind Yang Kang and charged into the camp. Each of them had a spear and the strength of over a thousand catties, and were empowered by the internal energy of the seventh level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

They stormed into the Mongol camp like a red-hot knife plunged into ghee.

The Mongol defenders were not resisting; they were collapsing.

Any attempt to stop Yang Kang from pursuing Ögedei was futile. The loyal armored soldiers roared and swung their scimitars at him, only to be instantly shattered into countless pieces of flesh, like cutting tofu.

Almost no living creature could get within three zhang of Yang Kang, from dawn to noon.

In just a few hours, the battle was over. After fleeing for dozens of miles in a sorry state, Ögedei was intercepted by Yang Kang on a hillside.

An arrow flew from afar and instantly shattered the head of Ögedei's son, Köden, like a watermelon.

Yang Kang, positioned high above, drew his bow and shot arrow after arrow, killing the guards surrounding Ögedei.

Those Mongol warriors who had followed Ögedei for many years were no different from scarecrows in the face of Yang Kang's arrows.

The sound of arrows piercing armor was crisp and clean; one arrow per person, and never missed.

Before long, all of Ögedei's remaining dozen or so guards lay dead in pools of blood.

The remaining Mongol soldiers were mercilessly slaughtered by the Imperial Guards, who used iron hooks to hook their bodies and remove them from the battlefield.

Too fast, they lost too quickly.

How can one person be so powerful as to influence the outcome of a war?

Ögedei stared in despair at the terrifying figure on horseback, his mind filled with horror. Yang Kang's performance was far more powerful than it had been back at Wild Fox Ridge.

At that time, although he was brave and invincible, he still wanted to be a warrior among men. But what Ögedei saw today was a demon.

In the distance, his remaining troops, still putting up a stubborn resistance, were being ruthlessly divided and slaughtered by Yang Kang's army, while he himself was trapped in the middle by the Dragon Cavalry, with no chance of survival.

Yang Kang dismounted, took off his helmet and tossed it to Shi Tianze beside him, and approached Ögedei step by step.

"Great Khan Ögedei, Yang Kang has come to seek revenge on you."

"My Anda Torre says he misses you in the underworld and sent me to send you to reunite with him."

Yang Kang spoke indifferently, taking steps closer to Ögedei Khan.

Ögedei stared blankly at Yang Kang, and after a moment, he suddenly drew his sword and stood up.

"revenge?"

"To avenge Torei?"

"Yang Kang, all the Mongols, including my father Khan, thought you were a brave and invincible general. They never imagined that you were also a hypocritical and ambitious man."

Ögedei was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Wanyan Honglie raised you for eighteen years. When I marched south to attack the Jin, you gave way to us without any hesitation."

"When Wanyan Honglie slit his own throat in front of you, why didn't you say you wanted to avenge him?"

"But today I want to talk about avenging Tolui."

"You've met Tolui a few times, drunk with him a few times, is he really closer to you than your adoptive father?"

Ögedei laughed heartily, showing no fear of death whatsoever.

Yang Kang looked at the Mongol Khan in front of him with great interest, without the slightest anger in his eyes.

Now that he has come this far, he no longer needs to hide his ambitions from anyone.

"Yang Kang, I admit that your bravery is unparalleled, but you only found an opportunity by sheer luck."

"But don't forget, my Mongol Empire has a vast territory and countless armies and people."

"You killed me, but one day, my heir will kill you to avenge me."

"Even if they cannot avenge me while you are alive, my descendants will surely exterminate your descendants."

"The Golden Family will never forget this day..."

"Ögedei said viciously."

"Who is your successor? Güyük? Do you think he can become the Great Khan of the Mongols?"

Yang Kang suddenly laughed.

"Tolui entrusted his wife and children to me, hoping that I would protect them."

"Do you think Tolui's descendants will avenge you?"

"Juchi never returned to the grasslands he longed for before his death, and he was even nearly attacked by his own father before his death. Do you think his descendants would be very interested in avenging you, the Great Khan of the Mongols?"

Of Genghis Khan's four legitimate sons, only Chagatai remains.

"Do you think he will support your son Güyük as Great Khan, or will he himself become the Khan of the Mongols?"

"Think about it, who was Chagatai?"

"You should agree with what I said. His becoming Khan is not only his tragedy, but also the tragedy of all Mongolians."

"You'd better pray he dies soon and doesn't do anything stupid like coming after me for revenge."

"Otherwise, he would have died a very tragic death."

"The Golden Family will also become a joke."

Yang Kang laughed loudly, no longer pretending.

Ögedei's face grew increasingly ashen as he listened.

He suddenly realized a problem he had been ignoring all along.

When exactly did Yang Kang begin his scheme?

Liaodong, Puxian Wannu, such an elite army...

"You come from Liaodong. You are the one who killed Puxian Wannu."

"Ten men breaching a city? Isn't that just a made-up myth?"

"You've been preparing for today all along?"

"Ögedei said in horror."

He had naturally heard the news from Liaodong long ago: ten heavenly soldiers and generals had killed the Eastern Xia King Puxian Wannu amidst a vast army.

But after hearing it, he scoffed at it, treating it as nothing more than a myth.

But seeing the terrifying power of Yang Kang's all-out attack today, he finally understood that legends can sometimes be true.

"If you have such power, why have you only revealed your ambition today?"

Ögedei asked, puzzled.

"Because I don't just want to be the emperor of the Han people, I also want to be the king of the Mongols."

"Therefore, I need a suitable opportunity to make the Mongols accept my rule with a clear conscience."

"Thank you, Father. He gave me Hua Zheng, making me a member of the Golden Family."

"I should thank you. You killed Tolui, giving me a reason to avenge him and turning this war into an internal strife within the Golden Family in the hearts of all Mongols."

Yang Kang laughed wildly and arrogantly.

Ögedei felt a chill creeping down his spine.

Yang Kang's unparalleled martial prowess was not enough to instill fear in him.

But a warrior with superhuman strength also possesses the patience and cunning of a viper and the decisiveness to strike with deadly precision.

"Eternal Heaven, Father Khan, I have failed your trust and entrustment."

"Torre is still alive; he would never let me end up like this."

Ögedei's heart was bleeding.

He suddenly couldn't help but pray that Chagatai would not inherit the Khanate of the Mongols.

Because he knew that, given Chagatai's character, he would definitely lead his cavalry to seek revenge on Yang Kang, and that Yang Kang would be torn to shreds like a piece of paper, while the glory of the Golden Family would be completely usurped by this outsider, Yang Kang.

"My father Khan regarded you as one of the few true heroes, and Tolui also considered you a friend. Is this how you repay their trust?"

Ögedei said through gritted teeth.

Upon hearing this, Yang Kang couldn't help but laugh.

"Your father Khan and I were enemies at first, and later only friends. I never agreed to be his subject."

"The people of the grasslands will never forget Genghis Khan; it's just that his successor will change from you to me."

"After I have dealt with Chagatai and all those who are unwilling to submit, I will become the Great Khan of Mongolia as the son-in-law of the Golden Family and inherit everything from him."

"As for Tolui's trust, I have not betrayed my lord's trust."

"Great Khan Ögedei, I have brought you a gift today."

As Yang Kang spoke, he clapped his hands, and the guards behind him made way for a knight of modest stature who rode out from among the cavalry.

The knight reined in his horse, removed his helmet, and revealed a young face that Ögedei Khan recognized all too well.

"Mongke..."

Ögedei said with a horrified expression.

"The hatred for killing one's father is irreconcilable."

"Mongge, go and give your uncle a dignified end."

"Use the bloodless way of dying that you Mongols admire."

Yang Kang casually patted Mongke on the shoulder and then gestured towards the distance with his lip.

Over there, the Imperial Guards were escorting a Mongolian boy, about seventeen or eighteen years old, whose face was covered in blood. His hands were tied behind his back. This was none other than Köden, the son of Ögedei Khan who had accompanied him in Guanshan.

"Father Khan!!!!"

Kuo Duan was captured alive by the Dragon Cavalry during his escape. He roared at this side with a face full of resentment, but was held down firmly.

Yang Kang chuckled and casually took a bow and arrow from a member of the Imperial Guard beside him.

Nock the string, draw the bow, release the bow—all in one smooth motion.

The arrow pierced Kuo-duan's throat, and the boy's roar came to an abrupt halt. His wide eyes still held a final look of astonishment as his body slumped to the ground.

Ögedei watched his son fall, his whole body trembling violently, but he did not utter a single word.

Overwhelmed by anger and hatred, the young Möngke could no longer restrain himself. He took off his bow and walked towards Ögedei Khan.

At this point, Ögedei was extremely weak and no match for Möngke. He was knocked to the ground with just a few punches.

The bowstring tightened around his neck.

In his helpless struggle, he soon breathed his last.

"Remember to give my regards to my father, Great Khan."

Möngke looked at Ögedei's corpse and whispered softly in his ear.