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StrideroftheWest - - 114 comments

Me and my horsemen watched as we were cornered into a steep hill unable to move backwards on horseback. The enemy were all on foot and walked slowly towards us. They were on the verge of charging however I laughed as they neared, for the true force of my army had appeared to the east yelling war cries as they charge forward.

Five thousand men outnumbered their force greatly, and they knew this. The enemy dropped their swords and surrendered immediately seeing the brute force of each rider coming at them.

I halted my army, then spoke.

"This is not even half of my army you fools" I cried to the four mounted leaders, cowering in fear. "You would honestly think I would challenge four country's armies with two hundred men? This is a pitiful force that shivers before me. My army encircles theirs.
"Join me in my conquest" I said to them "do as others have done. I will spare you if you join my army."

The men glanced at each other as every other prisoner had done.

"You see my army? That is one worthy of remembrance. We make history as we speak here! Will it be the final history of the Naimans, Tartars, Tuvans and Uyghurs? Or will you go on to be remembered as the true riders that helped conquer the east!"

One by one the men rose and bowed to me. The four leaders were dragged before my feet. I stared them down and drew my sword. I looked at the one who had spoke out to me and asked "which one poisoned my drink?"

The three others pointed at him and I smiled. "Good, you talked far too much."

With one slice I decapitated the foolish sod. I looked at the others and told them to go. They joined too however I wouldn't let them be officers too easily.

I cheered and everybody, even the new recruits cheered with me.

"The Tanguts are next! We ride now!"

The lands of the Naimans, Tartars, Tuvans and Uyghurs were mine now. They joined and my Mongolia grew bigger. It wouldn't be longs before it expanded its borders again however for the Tanguts wont last long.

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Namegen
Namegen - - 4,713 comments

How the hell you get it so long? I usually gotta break mine up.

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StrideroftheWest Author
StrideroftheWest - - 114 comments

I don't know to be honest. It stopped me in the description but I was no where near finished and it just let type as much as I wanted. I was constantly worrying whether it was going to stop me XD

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My army arrives in Naiman land after a day of travel. Five thousand, not half of my army, follow my lead into the grassy plains. I did not expect a battle, no, I expected something quite different. I tell my men to wait a few miles from the Naiman's main camp, behind hilly ground. I take two hundred soldiers and ride fast to the tribes leader.

Four flags rise around the camp. I host of about two thousand men sit in the encampment, anxious for the coming war. I salute the camp as I arrive and they let me enter. Small laughs emerge around me as I travel only with two soldiers to the main tent, leaving my minute army on the edge.

They invite me into the tent, and I do so without a word. I tell one of my soldiers to wait at the entrance, and the other to follow me in. Four men stand around a small table with five cups of some brew, muttering away about themselves but soon hold their tongue's as my presence is felt.

"Ataiz, we have heard many rumours of your triumphs however have today learned not to trust simple talk. Why do you insult us with your pathetic force? We expected a host of two thousand at the most! Not two hundred."

They each take a drink and signal for me to have one. I turn and pop my head out of the tent and whisper three words to my soldier outside. Then I rejoin the foolish men.

"You" I say to my guard.

He understands immediately and tastes the tea. A look of approval covers his face and hands me the cup. I know of the poison for a small speck of something swam at the bottom of the cup. I threw the cup away and looked to my guard whose face changed into a blue colour. He started gurgling but within seconds he fell.

I shook my head and left the tent hurriedly. The thousand men had formed but my two hundred made a path for me to leave, blocking the army with their horses. I mounted mine quickly then departed not far away back from where I came, my men following.