In October, when the northern country was extremely cold, Wang Churen went out of the Great Wall with the envoy team of the Jin Kingdom, crossed the Gobi, and stepped into the vast desert northern grassland.

The army marched north in the prairie for a few days, and at noon on this day, there was a faint rumbling sound in front, which was the sound of ten thousand horses galloping, and all the Jin people were shocked when they heard the sound, and there were many people who came, and they didn't know whether there was malicious intent.

In the desert, the weak eat the strong, the tribes merge constantly, it is common to fight for a little property, the Jin army has traveled all the way, I don't know how many big and small firefights have been encountered, fortunately, the 10,000 golden cavalry is extraordinary, the armor is sharp, and the tribal mind has seen how much awe, and dare not provoke.

After a while, the rumbling sound became louder and louder, and it was quite clear, the speed of the people coming was extremely fast, full of momentum, and they didn't know whether they were friends or enemies, and the Wanyan brothers didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly ordered the army to prepare for battle.

These 10,000 cavalry are the elite of the Jin State, all of them are Jurchen warriors, and it was the Emperor of the Jin State who made them select from the more than one million troops, and this time they were specially sent to the grassland, in order to deter the Mongolian tribes by force and stabilize the northern border.

These carefully selected Jurchen elite soldiers are not bad, and 10,000 horses have set up a formation in a moment under the order of the golden general, with swords and soldiers in hand, waiting for the battle.

After a while, the sound of galloping horses suddenly became softer, and there was a clear sound of people neighing and horses, and Wang Churen, who was in front of the Jin soldier array, looked at it, only to see dust flying in the distance, and a general led a large group of soldiers and horses to slowly greet the Jin army.

The leading general was slender and long, wearing a red cloak and an iron helmet, covering most of his appearance, and his face was beardless, and he did not look very old.

As the two armies approached, the young general raised his hand to stop his subordinates, and rode alone towards the Jin army array, shouting to the Wanyan brothers in Mongolian.

The words were incomprehensible, and the Wanyan brothers hurriedly called the Jin people to interpret the two languages, and the two parties talked to each other through the translator in words that Wang Churen did not understand.

Obviously, the comer was a friend rather than an enemy, and it should have been sent by the Temujin tribe to greet the soldiers and horses, but the Jin soldiers and Jin generals did not relax their vigilance for this, but instead fought hard under the secret signal of Wanyan Honglie, and maintained a majestic and high-spirited posture in front of the Mongolian soldiers.

As the Mongol general marched nearly thirty miles north, Wang saw a huge tribe with tents stretching as far as the eye could see in the steppe.

In front of the gate, there was a black oppressive head, and countless Mongolian soldiers lined up in four arrays, among which except for the sound of horses breathing and panting and the faint sound of kicking, there was no whispering or weapon collision in the military column.

Opposite to the silence on this surface was an undercurrent of emotion, their eyes were crazy and greedy, and they were fiery scanning the sharp armor on the golden soldiers, all of them were like bloodthirsty hungry wolves.

Sensing the hunting eyes of the Mongols, the Jin soldiers glared fiercely, made a more majestic gesture, and returned the past with the most vicious expression.

Next to the Mongolian queue, another group of people were standing on the side of the road to wait, and a middle-aged man attracted Wang Churen's attention the most, this person was tall and burly, with a wide face and a wide forehead, and a long beard under the jaw, which was extremely majestic.

The deep eyes were shining brightly, and the momentum was compelling, and he was originally looking at the posture of the Jin soldiers quietly, but when he saw that the atmosphere was not good for each other, he moved away, and most of the attention of everyone in Mongolia was transferred to him.

"This is Genghis Khan Temujin, really powerful, a cunning tiger completely dominates a group of bloodthirsty wolves, and all take plundering and abusing others as the greatest pleasure in life, no matter how many civilized people who abide by the order can resist, no wonder they can slaughter nearly half of the world." Wang Churen couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Haha...... reward for you!" Wanyan Hongxi's arrogant laughter dispelled Wang Churen's inexplicable melancholy, and he laughed and threw the gold coin into the group of children on the side.

A group of Mongolian children ignored the gold coins scattered on the ground, and Wanyan Hongxi was very upset about this, and threw out a handful of gold coins vigorously, and scolded in a foul language in Song language, which Mongolians must not understand: "Everyone rob, fucking little ghost!" ”

A little boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes picked up a few gold coins, ran close to Yan Hongxi, threw them in his face violently, and then shouted, "Who wants your money!" ”

Seeing that a child finally came to pick up the gold coin he had scattered, Wanyan Hongxi was happy in his heart, he was defenseless, and it was too late to avoid it, and a gold coin hit his cheekbone.

In the depths of the desert, there is a child who can speak Chinese, this child is none other than Guo Jing, Wang Churen was very surprised, jumped off the horse, walked to the little boy, and asked: "Your name is Guo Jing?" ”

"My name is Guo Jing." Guo Jing nodded, responded casually, and then suddenly remembered something, kicked his eyes wide, and gritted his teeth at Wang Churen viciously: "Is your dog thief called Duan Tiande?" ”

Hearing this, Wang Churen was stunned, what kind of logic is this, why does the person who knows his name Guo Jing have to be a dog thief, it should be Duan Tiande, is Duan Tiande knowing his name, or does he only know one Duan Tiande.

Wanyan Hongxi on the side thought that Wang Churen, the killing god, knew this child, so he had to endure his anger and temper, but now he saw that the two seemed to have a grudge, how could he bear it, he took a spear from the guard next to him, threw it violently at Guo Jing's chest, and shouted angrily: "You little ghost begging for death!" ”

Wanyan Honglie had already seen that the atmosphere between Jin and Mongolia was not right, and now the third brother started to kill, although the child was not well dressed, but he was also Mongolian, if something happened, there might be friction between the two parties, which was inconsistent with the purpose of this trip, and he subconsciously shouted to stop: "Third brother, stop!" ”

How could Wang Churen let people hurt Guo Jing, with a slight wave of the palm of his left hand, the spear then turned and plunged vertically into the ground, more than a foot into the ground, but in an instant, another heavy arrow flew in the air and pierced straight into Wang Churen's abdomen.

This arrow came quickly and quickly, and the strength was extremely great, although Wang Churen was not frightened, but his heart was not happy, and he grabbed the arrow with his right palm and threw it at Temujin at a faster speed.

These movements were all completed by Wang Churen in the light and flint, and the slow reaction was still surprised how the spear was deeply inserted into the hard ground, and the fast reaction Wu was surprised that suddenly shot an arrow like a meteor catching the moon.

In the blink of an eye, the situation completely changed, and the exclamation of one person was heard from the 10,000-strong squad of the Mongol army on the left, followed by a short hissing shout, which caused the Mongol army to be completely confused.

In the four fields, the sound of hooves was mixed, the crowds were crowded, the neighing of horses was everywhere, some people were shouting and shouting, some people were screaming and scolding, some people were praying in a deep voice, and the five Mongolian processions lost the slightest solemnity, and they were noisy.

Jin Bing couldn't understand what the Mongols were calling, and they all paid attention to their companion Wang Churen, although they had all heard rumors in the army that he had unpredictable martial arts, and even King Rong did not dare to provoke him if he was bullied.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing, after all, I haven't seen it, and now I see him complete the two actions of blocking the spear and dodging the arrow in an instant, calm and relaxed, so chic, and cheered in unison at the moment, and the momentum crushed the chaotic Mongols.

The Mongols were overshadowed by the return of an arrow, and they heard someone eagerly shouting "Great Khan be careful", only then did they realize that a black light was shooting at their respected Temujin Khan, and their hearts were immediately full of anxiety and worry, hoping that Temujin would be safe and unharmed.