A greeting of "Well done" resounded throughout the mountain and down the mountain.

By the light of the camp's fire, Brother Timu saw two people coming from a distance, a man and a woman, one in front and one behind. The two war horses looked like soaring dragons.

It was the man in front who spoke. This man had an ordinary big iron gun in his hand, flying up and down, invincible.

If a gun pricks a line, it will either cause a choking in the throat or the left side of the chest and heart. Killing with one shot will not be a waste of time.

This person's murder scene was not bloody at all, and seemed to have a slight sense of beauty.

In the blink of an eye, a road was cleared, and he came to a place two feet in front of Temmu Ge's horse, where he stopped his horse temporarily.

The woman has a bay-red horse on her hip, which is also a sacred horse, and a "Red Sky Sword" in her hand, closely following her.

Ten feet behind them, two hundred horse thieves were stationed forward in a semi-fan shape, with archers shooting at their feet.

Guo Mo had ordered Feng Ge, asking him and his brothers not to participate in the fight, but to just stay outside and shoot arrows.

After the rockets were released and the camp started to burn normally, Feng Ge was still worried about the safety of his second senior brother and asked the deputy general to lead a hundred people to respond normally in the direction of the main mountain road.

He took the remaining two hundred brothers and followed them not far or near, using bows and arrows from time to time to clear out the Mongolian soldiers nearby who were intent on shooting cold arrows for Guo Mo and others.

"It's you?"

Brother Tiemu finally saw the appearance of the person coming, and his previous guess was completely confirmed at this time.

But he didn't feel any joy, his brows furrowed even more tightly, and his mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about what to do next.

Brother Tiemu knew that his next actions might directly affect Mongolia's war situation in Xixia, and even affect Mongolia's entire southward plan.

"it's me!"

Guo Mo also put away the big gun in his hand and looked at Brother Tiemu calmly, not even thinking that he was in the enemy camp.

"Brother Guo, Lao Chen is not dead yet. He has brought his brothers to help you——"

At this moment, a "bang" was heard. On the side of the mountain near the Mongolian camp, the stone wall that the Mongolian army had worked so hard to build was being knocked down from the outside in.

As soon as the stone wall fell, Chen Xuanfeng waved two sabers in his hands, swung his body and came in to kill.

"That god of murder is here again——"

After several killings, the Mongolian army now has a headache when they see Chen Xuanfeng. This guy is too cruel and brave, and it seems that he can only fight tirelessly.

Seeing this man coming to kill him again, many Mongolian soldiers unconsciously wanted to step aside, fearing the sword and avoiding the sword, which is human nature.

However, Brother Tiemu's personal guards firmly guarded the defense line, using their lives and blood to block Chen Xuanfeng's progress.

The other guards who came down from the mountain were not as capable as Chen Xuanfeng.

However, under the leadership of Zhao Chengyu, they formed an offensive formation and fought forward in an orderly manner. Both camps soon suffered casualties.

"stop--"

Brother Tiemu suddenly shouted loudly.

The surrounding soldiers looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what happened to Brother Temmu Khan?

Even the deputy general, Cha'er, was ambiguous.

"Brother Temmu Khan, do you want everyone to stop? If you don't block that murderer, how can you ensure your safety?"

"Haha, if someone can threaten my safety, is there anyone more dangerous than him?"

Brother Tiemu pointed at Guo Mo, who was directly opposite him and two feet away.

"Senior Brother, I'm fine. You can bring someone to meet Feng Ge first."

Seeing that the Mongols had put away their swords and arrows, Guo Mo also shouted to Chen Xuanfeng.

The generals of both sides spoke, and the soldiers below put away their swords and guns, and something strange appeared on the battlefield.

The Mongols no longer blocked the people coming down the mountain. Zhao Chengyu quickly passed through the Mongolian camp and met Feng Ge with more than 200 escort troops, including the dozens of wounded.

"You are much better than before!"

Brother Tiemu praised.

Back then, brothers Guo Jing and Guo Mo also stayed in their master Zhebie's military camp.

Although I don’t have a deep friendship with the Tiemu brother in front of me, I still have a close friendship.

We even fought together several times.

Especially in the "Battle of Aoshan", when Guo Jing and Guo Moyong rescued Temujin, their younger brother Temujin also followed them with his own troops.

I have personally witnessed countless scenes of Guo Jing and Guo Mo brothers killing enemies, and I have occasionally heard about Guo Mo in recent years.

Especially a few months ago, the officials of the Song Dynasty suddenly announced to the world that His Highness the "King of Yan" was Guo Mo, the former "Dunwu Army".

Guo Mo, who was already famous all over the world, can now be described as "unparalleled".

The spies lurking in the Kingdom of Jin and in the Song Dynasty compiled Guo Mo's whereabouts and achievements in recent years in detail and reported them to Genghis Khan Temujin's account.

As Temujin's biological brother and the most important brother, Temujin was naturally able to share this information.

Among Mongolian senior officials, Guo Mo's deeds have aroused heated discussions.

People who are familiar with him, such as Tuo Lei, Zhebie, etc., all believe that all this is true without reservation.

Many people who have never met Guo Mo think that this is an exaggeration by the officials of the Song Dynasty, and they deliberately promote a "military myth".

Or perhaps it is believed that it was precisely because the Jin army was so useless that the power of Guo Mo and the armies under his command was revealed.

If the Mongolian cavalry were to encounter those "Dunwu Army", "Jingnan Army" or "Zhongshun Army", they would still be beaten until they lost their armor and lost their armor.

And Brother Temmu, who has always been known for his calmness, would naturally not make such wild remarks.

He is someone who has seen Guo Mo's skills with his own eyes, and believes that under certain circumstances, Guo Mo can create such a record.

What's more, after a few years have passed, Guo Mo's own force will reach a higher level even if he progresses at a normal rate.

However, judging from Guo Mo's actions just now when he entered the Mongolian camp, Brother Tiemu knew that he still underestimated Guo Mo's strength.

Moreover, he knew more clearly that the most powerful thing about Guo Mo was not the immediate fighting, but the Jianghu methods that most Mongolians could not appreciate.

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Brother Timu asked calmly.

"Take my brothers back."

Guo Mo answered equally calmly.

"I have been picked up by your subordinates. Can you please record it in your account?"

"Brother Mo, don't..."

Before Guo Mo could say anything, Huang Rong beside him became anxious, fearing that Guo Mo would follow this person into the tent.

"Haha, you are Guo Mo's... Oh, your Song Dynasty calls you 'daughter-in-law', right? A few years ago, Guo Mo and Ben Khan drank in the same camp."

"If you say you're afraid of danger, then I, the old man, should be afraid. With Guo Mo's skills, I guess the whole battalion of Mongolian soldiers together won't be enough for Guo Mo to kill, right?"

Brother Temu seemed to be just entertaining an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, and he didn't care about the two or three thousand people who died under his command, or even the Mongolian camp that was still burning around him.

"Don't worry Ronger, I'm just going to meet an old friend. Fourth brother, senior brother, you take Ronger and the brothers and wait for me outside the camp."

Guo Mo didn't look at Huang Rong's face, but what he said was an order, an unquestionable order.

"promise--"

Everyone had no choice but to obey orders.

"Brother Tiemu, listen to Lao Chen. If we...we all get rid of the slightest danger, Lao Chen swears that he will bloodbath your camp and the entire Mongolian desert-"

Chen Xuanfeng did not dare to disobey Guo Mo's orders, but he also could not stop his "promise" to be friendly to Brother Tiemu.

Although Chen Xuanfeng has always been reckless, he is also a bold and careful person at critical moments. He did not dare to reveal the identity of His Highness "King Yan", but changed his name to "Du Tong".

There are thousands of people with so many mouths. Who can guarantee that one person will accidentally leak Guo Mo's whereabouts in Xixia?

Brother Tiemu still had a smile on his face, but deep down in his heart, he was deeply touched by Chen Xuanfeng's words.

He was not afraid, but he could tell from it that the man in front of him had no fear of the Mongolian cavalry or the Mongolian desert.

It was as if the Mongolian cavalry were like a group of lambs to be slaughtered in his eyes, and he could harvest their lives anytime, anywhere, as long as he wanted to.

In fact, this person probably thought so, because the facts of the past two days proved that he did the same thing.

Brother Temmu also saw a strong fighting spirit in the eyes of the hundreds of soldiers who exited the Mongolian camp, including the lightly and seriously wounded soldiers tied to their horses.

It's as if they don't care whether you are a famous Mongolian general or whether you have 8,000 cavalry or 80,000 cavalry.

They only know that their capital is in your camp.

If there is even the slightest danger, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, even if they are shattered to pieces, these hundreds of people will rush in without hesitation.

Sometimes, Brother Tiemu even thought that he might as well take advantage of this opportunity and take down Guo Mo without stopping, once and for all.

However, reason told him that he would not succeed, as he would lose more Mongolian lives, including his own.

Brother Tiemu has always been a calm person, but he has made two reckless mistakes in the past two days, and as a result, he lost the lives of more than two thousand Mongolian cavalry.

He was unwilling and did not dare to gamble again.
To be continued...