The Mongolian desert is boundless, and the grass is separated.

A young general took off his armor and walked out of the tent, looking at this familiar grassland, his heart couldn't help but be in a trance.

It has been ten years since he followed Temujin to the west, and he has transformed from a six-year-old child into a famous young general in the Mongolian army, commanding 10,000 cavalry, and becoming one of the few commanders under Genghis Khan.

This was not because he was the sworn bow of Temujin's youngest son, nor because he was Temujin's most valued junior, but that all that he had achieved was taken for granted in the minds of all the Mongols by virtue of his invincible bravery of the three armies, his unparalleled archery skills in cavalry and archery, and his exploits in the battle of the enemy.

No one dares to underestimate this seemingly honest, but in fact wise and brave young general, when he went to the west, in the face of the tall and majestic walls of the Western Regions countries, he counted strange tricks, or dug tunnels, or attacked with fire, or starved of grain roads, everywhere he went, the countries of the Western Regions were invincible.

When returning to the east, in the face of the Jin army several times his own, he rode alone, swept with spears, and among the ten thousand troops, he took the head of the enemy general and cut off the enemy's flag, which made the morale of the Jin army collapse, and with tens of thousands of people, he was defeated by 10,000 iron cavalry under his command.

Not to mention the rebellion between Zamuhe and Sangkun back then, it was he who heard the news in advance, which made Temujin prepared, which successfully defeated Zamuhe and Sankun tribes and helped Genghis Khan unify Mongolia.

In Mongolia, no one does not know his reputation, no one praises his bravery, no one praises his wisdom, but he looks around, and these Mongolian soldiers who respect and love him really integrate into his heart?

Not necessarily, since the Northern Expedition ten years ago. When the Mongols wantonly slaughtered and bullied the Han people in the Jin Kingdom, this Mongol general, who was actually a Han Chinese, regarded the Mongols as his potential enemy in his heart.

Genghis Khan was eloquent and insightful, and believed that he relied on high-ranking officials. The beauty and wealth can envelop the loyalty of this young hero.

It's a pity that he doesn't understand how strong the national cohesion of the Han people, a thousand-year-old culture, and honor since ancient times.

Although there is no shortage of traitors and traitors in this nation, there will be no shortage of real upright, brave and die-hard people, and this young general obviously belongs to the latter.

Walking through the barracks, his 10,000-strong squad was more demoralized than the rest of the Mongol army. It seems that it is more vigorous, and the army led by young people should naturally have more youthful vigor no matter what.

Looking at the full camp of Mongolian soldiers, there seemed to be a sense of indifference in the eyes of the young general, but when he saw some centurions with light steps, his eyes were slightly gentle. Because these people are just like him. In fact, they are all Han Chinese, and they were sent by Uncle Yue. first became a herdsman on the grassland, and then, of course, he was conscripted into the army.

"Uncle Yue......" The young general was none other than Guo Jing, and his eyes suddenly looked at the cliff in the distance, where Uncle Yue had sometimes come to the Mongolian desert in the past ten years. I have always spent time on that cliff, and I need to climb to the top of the cliff every night to learn advanced martial arts.

At the foot of that cliff. It was the tent where he lived, where his mother was, and where the seven masters were. They must have been in a hurry.

Now Temujin's Mongol army has long been exhausted after a long campaign to the west and a war to recapture the steppe, and now under the orders of Genghis Khan, all the troops have fallen into a time of rest.

Perhaps in the coming year, when the grass grows and the horses are fat, or in the following year, Temujin will continue to march south, or continue his expedition to the west, but during this time, there will definitely be no more wars.

And I should have a period of rest. Young people shouldn't feel tired, but how can they not be tired after years in the military?

Ahead is where the tent of his mother and the seven masters is located, maybe he can accompany them for a while, right?" Guo Jing thought so, and then suddenly jumped on a red BMW, and with a shout, the unparalleled horse suddenly spread its hooves and ran out like a fly.

This horse is Guo Jing's acquisition in Dawan, it is a wild horse on the high mountain, it is rumored to be the descendant of the dragon horse in the sky, although it is young, it is abnormally healthy, the Mongolian generals, no one can surrender, only Guo Jing with deep internal strength, as well as the kung fu that Uncle Yue later taught, suppressed this wild horse.

Naturally, this wild horse was obtained for him. Guo Jing gave him a name called "Little Red Horse".

The speed of the little red horse was really like a gallop, looking at the tent that was clearly visible but actually more than ten miles away, under the little red horse's four hooves, it didn't take long to arrive.

Ran to the destination, the little red horse still didn't seem to be happy, and he had to continue running, but Guo Jing was holding the reins, so he reluctantly listened to it, and let out a high-pitched neigh.

A short and fat man suddenly rushed out of the tent, and when he saw the little red horse, his eyes seemed to be shining, and he ran straight over, ignoring Guo Jing, just reaching out to touch the mane of the little red horse, and there seemed to be blood on his fingers.

"Third Master, what is that?" Guo Jing saw the red liquid on Han Baoju's hand, and asked strangely, but he didn't think it was blood, for a general who killed people, I'm afraid no one knew what blood was better than him.

Han Baoju looked at the red liquid on his fingers in a daze, looked at it for a long time, and suddenly laughed, and was about to go to Lou Xiaohongma's head.

The little red horse just tamed Guo Jing, and didn't pay attention to Han Baoju, so he immediately shook the horse's head and hit Han Baoju. Han Baoju was stunned for a moment, dodged over, and laughed again: "Good! good! Fierce enough, strong enough! It is worthy of sweat and blood!"

Guo Jing looked strange, so he asked, "Third Master, what kind of sweat and blood BMW? Do you mean the little red horse?"

"Third brother, what makes you so happy?" Ke Zhen's evil voice sounded, and the seven monsters of Jiangnan walked out together.

Guo Jing hurriedly saluted the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan: "Disciple Guo Jing greets the masters!"

Ke Zhenwei and the others saw Guo Jing, they all smiled and nodded, for this disciple, they couldn't be more satisfied, only sixteen years old, martial arts even Ke Zhenxi, the strongest martial arts among the Jiangnan Seven Monsters, is not an opponent, Jiangnan Seven Monsters not only did not be annoyed by the disciple's victory, but were delighted by this.

The stronger Guo Jing's martial arts, the greater the chance of winning the meeting with the drunken immortal Loutou two years later.

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"Third brother, what did you just say, did you mean the horse in front of you?" Zhu Cong knew about the bloody BMW, and after hearing what Han Baoju said, he also asked a little excitedly at this time.

When Han Baoju heard Zhu Cong's inquiry, he immediately took Zhu Cong's hand as if he had met a bosom friend, and said, "Yes! Second brother!

He turned to Guo Jing and said, "Jing'er, how did you get this bloody horse?"

Guo Jing said: "It was the disciple who met this horse by chance on the high mountain of Dawan when he was on the western expedition. At that time, the army of disciples passed by, and all the wild horses fled all over the mountain, but this little red horse was not afraid, standing on the mountain, showing off his mighty neighing. The officers and men in the army were angry by this horse, and they all went to try to subdue it, but no one was able to tame this horse. ”

Han Baoju sighed when he heard this: "Jing'er, you are really lucky, if you can surrender this horse, you will be like a tiger with wings in the battle!"

Guo Jing said with a smile: "The little red horse is indeed very brave, but what is a sweaty BMW, please ask the third master for advice!"

Ke Zhen also said: "Yes, third brother, you can tell Jing'er to listen, we are also very curious about sweat and blood." ”

Han Baoju smiled and was about to explain, when he suddenly saw Zhu Cong next to him, and said: "I only know that the sweat and blood BMW is the best among the horses, but I don't know much about the origin and allusions, so I have to ask the second brother." ”

When Zhu Cong heard this, he didn't refuse, so he told the story of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty's expedition to Dawan and got the famous horse of Dawan, and said: "Because the sweat flowing out of this horse is red, like blood, it is called a sweat and blood horse." ”

Everyone looked at Han Baoju's fingers, and saw that the horse sweat above was really like blood, and they were all surprised, Guo Jing was even more high-tech grinning, it was already a great joy to come back today to see the seven masters, and now he learned that his little red horse was a BMW that was unique in ten thousand, and he was naturally even more happy.

Han Baoju sighed again: "I have a nickname in the rivers and lakes, known as the God of the King of Horses, which means that I am good at horses, horses, and horses, but in my life, it is the first time I have seen a bloody horse, which is all the credit of Jing'er." ”

Guo Jinglian said that he didn't dare.

Ke Zhenwei suddenly sighed, and said: "The third brother didn't mention this, I almost forgot, our Jiangnan Seven Monsters didn't talk about the Weizhen side in the rivers and lakes back then, and they were also quite famous figures, and now they haven't been in the rivers and lakes for sixteen years, but I don't know how many people still remember us." ”

As soon as these words came out, the seven monsters of Jiangnan were all silent, sixteen years, all their efforts were spent on Guo Jing's body, Guo Jing did not live up to their expectations, and he had already come out of the blue, but he had been uprooted for a long time, how could he not let them be sad on the night of the full moon?

"Speaking of which, a few days ago, Qiu Chuji's bull nose also sent a little Taoist priest to deliver the letter, but Jing'er was still on the western expedition at that time. Zhu Cong said: "He is reminding us that there are still two years left in the appointment of the drunken immortal building." ”

Ke Zhen was silent for a long time when he heard this, and then suddenly asked, "Jing'er, in the past two years, do you still want to help Genghis Khan fight?"

As for whether Guo Jing could defeat Yang Kang, the Jiangnan Seven Monsters had no doubts at all, all they were worried about was whether Guo Jing would be able to get away when the appointment of the drunken immortal building arrived. (To be continued.) )