Today, I rode into battle at the head of my warriors. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the plains of Khalkha. Our enemies trembled before us; fear gripped their hearts as we charged forward, arrows raining down like autumn leaves.
Victory was not a question; it was our birthright. We took their lands and their pride ignited our spirits even further. They’ll remember this day as the sky turned crimson with the blood of those who dared stand against me!
Date: 1211, Khalkha.