Chapter 345

As long as Chinese people know this name, they don't know it.

Zhang Mu was shocked at first, and then in the slow narration of the king of war horses, he felt pulled by a force and was a little confused.

This is because in the spiritual world of the king of war horses, Zhang Mu was slowly infected by his emotions, and the whole person's thoughts fell into that era with his memories.

The Mongolian cavalry army was deafening with shouts and hoofs. Among the army, a man was very conspicuous, riding a white horse with the same extraordinary temperament, carrying an arrow bag full of gold-plated arrows behind him, holding a pair of exaggerated giant bows in both hands. The bow body was wrapped in animal leather bags with patterns, equipped with strong bowstrings.

He was protected by layers of defenses of the surrounding iron cavalry. There were special cavalry with shields to protect the man's overall safety. His men were Mongolian cavalry who shaved most of their hair and left only pigtails. They were also the most brave cavalry on the grassland. The soldiers fought with blood like wolves, tearing open the enemy's defense line.

From time to time, the man observed the enemy's generals through the gap of the shield array. If he found anything, it was like shooting prey in the hunting ground. It seemed that a careless raise of his hand was a full moon. The golden arrow avoided their heavy armor. An arrow pierced the throat and never missed.

Every time an enemy general was shot down, there was a burst of applause from the soldiers with shields around them, for this man and their Khan.

This army is worthy of being the sun that never sets on the grassland. Just once the enemy attacked the camp, the enemy was beaten to abandon their armor and fled. Some of the fallen horses directly ignored their horses and got up and ran away.

Looking at his torrent of iron cavalry, he crushed the enemy into a rout. The man laughed wantonly, waved to the shield cavalry beside him to withdraw, and shouted, "I beg the children of Yanbu to kill all the last group of soft footed sheep and flower thorn models, and I will obey our iron cavalry."

"Khan!"

"Khan!"

...... It was full of the craziest loyalty. First, the iron shield army shouted, and then the roar spread all over the mountains. It directly scared many fleeing enemy troops to kneel to the ground and tremble. However, they were still cut off their heads by a knife and rolled around on the grass. They stared at each other and dared not believe that they were still dead.

His iron horse is a wolf. As long as he eats the enemy's meat, he can only drink the enemy's blood. He doesn't need a prisoner!

He is Genghis Khan!

From Zhang Mu's point of view, this cold weapon war was very real. It was far more real than the simple words in the history textbook. He was an outsider with boiling blood. He wanted to be one of the Mongolian cavalry and kill the enemy on horseback.

Suddenly, observing the whole battlefield, he suddenly had a cold stabbing feeling, which calmed Zhang Mu.

The direction of the feeling source is where Genghis Khan was just now!

When he turned around, a golden awn shot at Zhang Mu's eyes with lightning speed. It was his arrow! Even Genghis Khan is obviously just an ordinary man's arrow. Why does he feel like he is locked, unable to avoid, firmly pressed in place, and can only watch Jin mang approach, but there is nothing to do.

And isn't this the memory of the king of war horses?

How did this happen?

The huge battlefield collapsed at the moment when the golden arrow pierced Zhang Mu's head. Zhang Mu was still immersed in the power of the arrow just now and couldn't extricate himself. He gasped. The arrow just now was so real that he felt his death. But when I heard a familiar horse hiss around me, I suddenly woke up completely.

The king of war horses looked at him with a complex look and said, "you can really resonate with Khan's memory and my spiritual power. Do you really want to refuse me?"

Zhang Mu now knows that he has just fallen into a certain artistic conception of the king of war horses. He can confuse the evolutionist of his spiritual system, which is enough to show the strength of its spiritual power.

But even so, he shook his head resolutely, but Zhang Mu looked at the king of war horses with wings on his back and asked slowly, "I remember timuzhen, that is, your Khan's era, which is more than 700 years away from now. Even if you are a corpse, you should become dust with the passage of time. How can you be activated by the ripple of evolution."

"I don't know much. I only know that I died in the war. I should be buried according to the highest treatment of war horses. When I wake up, I have become like this. Khan is gone and the capital has no past. Fortunately, my intelligence has improved rapidly and absorbed a lot of knowledge from you humans, but I don't want to participate in your disputes. It's in the place where I was born Fang slowly recuperated. "

Zhang Mu looked at the king of war horses carefully again. In addition to the wings behind him, they all looked like statues in a scenic spot that Zhang Mu had seen in the capital of Ordos. He muttered to himself, "are you the white foal enshrined in Genghis Khan's mausoleum, the legendary mount of Genghis Khan, the Milky way God foal?"

For 800 years, there is only one possibility, that is, the bones of the galaxy foal were treated by priests or wizards of the Mongolian army after its death, and were well preserved. In addition, the blood in the bone marrow was extremely excellent, which was judged as a valuable evolutionary creature by the wave of evolution, so it woke up from 800 years of sleep.

Looking at the holy king of war horses in front of Zhang Mu's memory, he suddenly remembered the song praising it sung by the old man guarding Genghis Khan's mausoleum, which was uploaded from the prairie far and clearly, but his memory was too vague, and Zhang Mu only remembered a few songs.

"White steed, it's a 900 year old timuzhen.

It is Kublai Khan of 800 years.

Ma touqin of 900 years, Le Che of 900 years.

Nine hundred year old bonfire, nine hundred year old hada.

AHA Ho, AHA ho.

The grassland is vast, and Tiemuzhen is vast.

The grassland is mysterious, and the white horse is mysterious. "

Zhang Mu looked at the king of war horses beside him. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. He knew the true identity of this legendary creature, and he was even more excited.

His heart was slowly relaxing.

I don't know. It just wants to make a concession. Maybe it won't deliberately discover its secret at all. It just wants its own attitude, so it can conclude a contract with the king of war horses.

This is Genghis Khan's Mount!

Whether it is strength or identity, the king of war horses makes Zhang Mu excited. As long as he opens the sharing of spiritual power, he can take the initiative to let the king of war horses release a wisp of spiritual power and walk through his brain.

After struggling for a long time, Zhang Mu took a deep breath, faced up to the king of war horses and said hard.

"Sorry, I still can't."

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