"drive!"
In the open wilderness, a large army galloped along the road, sand and stones flying everywhere, and the deafening sound of hooves seemed to make the earth tremble.
This army was numerous, a vast and imposing force, with swords, spears, and halberds piercing the sky; its magnificent momentum was awe-inspiring.
At the forefront of the army, Wu Kui, dressed in a tiger-patterned robe, had a somber expression. His pair of tiger-like eyes, as large as copper bells, stared straight ahead with a deep gaze.
Born in the southern barbarian lands, he underwent extraordinary military training from a young age.
Less than six months after he was born, his father found tiger milk in the mountains and forests of the barbarians to nourish his body. After his milk teeth grew, he ate raw meat and drank blood.
Ordinary infants could not withstand such feeding, but Wu Kui was no ordinary child.
Thanks to his father's strong physique, Wu Kui weighed ten pounds at birth, and with this kind of feeding, he grew up well.
At the age of ten, he went into the mountains to fight wild animals, and by the time he was old enough to dance with a spoon, he had already grown to be nine feet tall!
It should be noted that although most barbarians are physically strong, those like him are still very few and far between!
Ordinary people who work hard are mostly only six or seven feet tall, and some poor and weak people are even less than five feet tall.
By the time he reached the age of dancing elephants, Wu Kui had grown into a burly man, standing nine feet three inches tall.
When he returned to the mountains, he was able to fight several large insects with his bare hands. His martial prowess was so impressive that even his father was astonished.
Of course, besides his brute strength and superb martial arts skills, Wu Kui was also proficient in various weapons, such as broadswords, halberds, spears, and meteor hammers.
The barbarians have always subdued others through force. Apart from being the son of the tribal chief, Wu Kui's genuine martial arts skills have already won over the barbarians.
At this moment, Wu Kui was riding a black horse, and that warhorse was no ordinary horse.
That was Wu Kui's personal mount, named Lone Goose.
This horse has a coat of black fur as smooth as silk, and its strong muscles are piled up on its well-proportioned body, like a finely carved piece of jade.
Wu Kui, who was over nine feet tall and weighed three or four hundred pounds, was carried by the lone swan with incredible speed, as if chasing the sun and the wind.
If you let it run on its own, it can travel a thousand miles in a day!
In addition, this horse is quite intelligent.
Several years ago, Wu Kui, a skilled and daring man, rode his horse to hunt in the mountains. On a cliff, he encountered two tigers. Wu Kui was naturally unafraid and dismounted to fight the two tigers.
Those two tigers were no match for Wu Kui. After a few punches, their mouths and noses were crooked, but their sharp claws didn't even touch Wu Kui once.
After Wu Kui killed the two tigers with his fists and feet, he sat down to rest on a blue stone on the cliff. Just as he was taking out the water bag he carried with him, the lone goose kept making a cawing sound.
It jumped around Wu Kui and even bit Wu Kui's sleeve.
Wu Kui was puzzled. Gu Hong had always been obedient, so why was he behaving so strangely today?
He thought some wild beast was approaching from the shadows, which made it uneasy and thus it gave a warning. But the lone goose wouldn't be afraid of ordinary wild beasts.
Unless there is a large pack of wolves, or a dozen tigers.
Wu Kui stood on the cliff and looked around. He could see everything, both near and far, but there was not a single trace of wild animals.
He accepted the dream, which was not dangerous, so why is Gu Hong so impatient today?
Gu Hong cried out even louder at this moment, biting his sleeve and pulling it outwards. Wu Kui didn't think twice and immediately mounted his horse.
Once mounted, the lone goose took off like lightning.
Before he had run a hundred meters, Wu Kui heard a loud "boom". He turned around and saw that the protruding cliff had collapsed.
Wu Kui's heart pounded wildly, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
The cliff was hundreds of meters above the ground. If you had been there just now, you would have fallen to the ground when the cliff collapsed.
At that height, even the strongest body would be smashed to pieces!
If it weren't for the lone goose insisting on dragging me along, I fear I would have perished in these deep mountains today.
From then on, Wu Kui cherished the lone goose even more.
If it weren't for the fact that men and horses couldn't live together, he would have kept Gu Hong by his side at all times. And so, three years passed.
Even today, Wu Kui's body remains upright and strong, possessing the courage of ten thousand men, but this Lone Goose is already an old horse among horses.
Even so, it still runs with great speed and is still a top-notch horse among its kind.
At this moment, Wu Kui rode on the lone goose, his gaze fixed on the distance.
The road ahead was flat and without any twists or turns; in fact, their forced march had been going very smoothly for some time.
At this moment, the deputy general, nicknamed Thunder Tiger Shan Yi, spoke up: "Your Majesty, we have been traveling at a rapid pace for days and are getting closer and closer to Anyang County."
"If you continue along this road for a few more days, you will reach Luoyan Mountain. The road there is a bit winding, but once you get past it, the road ahead will be good again, and you can head north straight to Anyang County!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Kui raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Shan Yi:
"What mountain?"
“Luoyan Mountain,” Shan Yi replied.
Wu Kui glanced down at the warhorse beneath him, then said in a deep voice, "Why did you choose this name?"
"Luoyan Mountain is actually a mountain range. As the saying goes, the mountain road has eighteen bends. It is winding and has many peaks. Its main mountain is steep, hence the nickname 'Luoyan Mountain' (meaning 'falling geese')."
"That means even wild geese can't fly that far," Shan Yi explained.
Wu Kui frowned and said in a deep, muffled voice:
"What an unlucky name."
Dan Yi nodded and continued, "Those people can just take it and it doesn't matter what they call it."
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