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Temüjin was about 66 years old. His hair and beard had long since turned white. He had come to lay siege to Ningxia (now called Yinchuan), the fortified capital of the Minyak empire of the Xixia, against whom he had been waging war for over a year, and he had retreated to the other side of the Yellow River (Huang He), not far from the Great Wall, on high ground, a place where he could find some refreshment, for he was already aware that it would not be long before he entered the realm of his brave ancestors.
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Temüjin
was
about
66
years
old.
His
hair
and
beard
had
long
since
turned
white.
He
had
come
to
lay
siege
to
Ningxia
(now
called
Yinchuan),
the
fortified
capital
of
the
Minyak
empire
of
the
Xixia,
against
whom
he
had
been
waging
war
for
over
a
year,
and
he
had
retreated
to
the
other
side
of
the
Yellow
River
(Huang
He),
not
far
from
the
Great
Wall,
on
high
ground,
a
place
where
he
could
find
some
refreshment,
for
he
was
already
aware
that
it
would
not
be
long
before
he
entered
the
realm
of
his
brave
ancestors.
