Every Chinese person knows this name.

Zhang Mu was shocked at first, and then as the War Horse King slowly narrated, he felt a force pulling him and felt a little confused.

This was because Zhang Mu was in the spiritual world of the War Horse King. He was unconsciously infected by its emotions, and his entire thoughts fell into that era along with its memories.

The Mongolian cavalry army was deafening with shouts and horse hooves. Among the army, a man was particularly conspicuous. He rode a white horse with an equally extraordinary temperament, with a quiver full of gold-plated arrows on his back, and his hands held an extremely exaggerated giant bow. The bow was wrapped in patterned animal skins and equipped with a strong bowstring.

He was protected by layers of defense from the iron cavalry all around him, and there were special shield-bearing cavalrymen to protect this man's safety. His Mongolian cavalrymen had shaved most of their hair, leaving only small braids. They were also the most courageous cavalrymen on the grassland. The soldiers fought bloody battles like a pack of wolves, and tore through the enemy's defenses with unstoppable force.

From time to time, this man would observe the enemy generals through the gaps in the shield formation. If he found anything, he would raise his hand casually, just like shooting prey in a hunting ground. A full moon-shaped golden arrow would appear, and it would avoid their heavy armor and pierce their throats. His arrows would never miss their targets.

Every time an enemy general was shot down, the surrounding soldiers holding shields would cheer for this man, for their Khan.

This army is worthy of being called the sun that never sets on the grassland. After just one confrontation, the enemy was defeated and fled in panic, leaving their weapons and armor behind. Some of those whose horses were knocked off simply ignored their horses and ran away.

Seeing his cavalry crushing the enemy army, the man laughed wantonly, waved his hand to signal the shield cavalry beside him to withdraw, and shouted loudly, "My Qiyan tribe, kill the last group of weak sheep, and Khwarezm will surrender to our cavalry."

"Khan!"

"Khan!"

...filled with the most frantic loyalty, first there was the loud shouting of the Iron Shield Army, and then the roar spread all over the mountains and plains, directly scaring many fleeing enemy soldiers to kneel on the ground, trembling, but still having their heads chopped off by a knife, they rolled on the grass for several times, staring with wide eyes, unable to believe that they were still dead.

His cavalry

It is a wolf. It only eats the flesh of its enemies and drinks their blood. It does not need to take prisoners!

He is Genghis Khan!

From Zhang Mu's perspective, this war of cold weapons was extremely real, with every blade piercing the flesh and blood splattering everywhere. It was far more real than the few simple sentences in the history textbooks. It made him, an outsider, so excited that he wished he could be a member of the Mongolian cavalry and ride into battle to kill the enemy.

Suddenly, he felt a chill piercing his back as he observed the entire battlefield, which made Zhang Mu, who was already emotionally agitated, calm down all of a sudden.

The direction where that feeling came from was where Genghis Khan was just now!

When he turned around, a golden light shot towards Zhang Mu's eyes at lightning speed. It was his arrow! Even if it was Genghis Khan, it was just an ordinary person's arrow. Why did he feel like he was locked in, unable to dodge, and was firmly suppressed in place. He could only watch the golden light approaching but was helpless.

And isn’t this the memory of the War Horse King?

how so?

The huge battlefield collapsed the moment the golden arrow pierced Zhang Mu's head. Zhang Mu was still immersed in the power of the arrow and couldn't extricate himself. He was gasping for breath. The arrow was too real and he felt his own death. But he heard a familiar horse neighing beside him and suddenly woke up completely.

The War Horse King looked at him with a complicated expression and said, "You can actually resonate with Khan's memory and my spiritual power. Do you really want to reject me?"

Zhang Mu now knew that he had just fallen into a certain state of mind of the War Horse King. The fact that it could confuse even a spiritual evolver like him was enough to show how powerful its spiritual power was.

But even so, he still shook his head resolutely. However, Zhang Mu looked at the king of war horses with wings on their backs and asked slowly, "I remember that the era of Temujin, your Khan, was more than 700 years ago. Even if you were a corpse, you should have turned into dust with the passage of time. How could you be activated by the evolutionary ripples?"

"I don't know much. I only know that I died in battle and should be buried with the highest treatment for a warhorse. When I woke up, I was already in this state. The Khan was gone and the capital was no longer what it used to be. Fortunately, my intelligence has improved my life.

I rose very quickly and absorbed a lot of knowledge from you humans, but I didn't want to get involved in your disputes, so I slowly recuperated in the place where I was born."

Zhang Mu carefully examined the War Horse King again. Except for the wings on its back, it looked very much like a statue that Zhang Mu had seen in a tourist attraction in the capital of Ordos in his later life. He muttered to himself, "Could you be the white horse enshrined in Genghis Khan's Mausoleum, the legendary mount of Genghis Khan, the Milky Way Horse?"

In eight hundred years, there is only one possibility, that is, the body of this Galaxy Divine Horse was handled by the priests or wizards of the Mongolian army after its death and was preserved very well. In addition, the blood in its bone marrow is extremely excellent, and it was judged by the evolutionary ripples as a creature worth evolving, so it awakened from its eight hundred years of slumber.

Looking at the sacred king of war horses in front of him, Zhang Mu suddenly remembered the song praising it sung by the old man who was guarding Genghis Khan's mausoleum. The song spread from the prairie in a distant and clear voice, but the memory was too vague and Zhang Mu could only remember a few words of the lyrics.

"White Stallion, it is Temujin who is nine hundred years old.

It is eight hundred years of Kublai Khan.

The nine hundred year old horse-head fiddle and the nine hundred year old horse-drawn cart.

A bonfire that has been burning for nine hundred years and a Hada that has been around for nine hundred years.

Ahahaha. Ahahaha.

The grassland was vast, and it made Temujin vast.

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

Zhang Mu looked at the War Horse King beside him and didn't know what to say for a moment. Now that he knew the true identity of this legendary creature, he was even more excited.

His heart was slowly relaxing.

It's hard to say whether it just requires me to make a concession, or maybe it won't deliberately discover my secret at all. All it wants is an attitude from me, and then I can sign a contract with the king of war horses.

This is Genghis Khan’s mount!

Zhang Mu was very excited about the War Horse King, no matter his strength or status. He just needed to turn on the mental power sharing and let the War Horse King in front of him release a ray of mental power to travel through his brain.

After struggling for a long time, Zhang Mu took a deep breath, looked at the King of War Horses, and said with difficulty.

"Sorry, still no."

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(End of this chapter)