The Thirteen Wings of Mongolia!
When Genghis Khan, the Mongolian hero of the previous generation, swept across the world, the strongest team of thirteen people except the army was the most powerful force that wiped out the martial arts of the Central Plains emperor and destroyed the purple thunder sword technique and other unique skills.
The Thirteen Wings abandoned their own names and adopted the names of great men in Mongolian history, swearing to defend their fellow Mongolians. They lived in the prairie outside the Great Wall, trying their best to deal with various anti-Mongol forces, with brilliant achievements and invincible!
"So, the Thirteen Wings of our Qiyan tribe are all real heroes! Look at these little sluts! I was like that when I was young! I dream! I want to marry one of the Thirteen Wings! Chinatsu..."
Aunt Qiqige stood at the gate of the Qiyan tribe, raised her head and looked around, talking incessantly about the heroic deeds of the Thirteen Wings. But when she turned around, she found that her "silly girl" had disappeared quietly. Aunt Qiqige looked around hurriedly, only to find that Qianxia had already run to the grassland, leading a black horse for a ride.
"Ah! This girl..."
At this moment, on the grassland, the bright girl that Aunt Qiqige was talking about was stroking the mane of a black horse with a look of joy on her face, and said with a smile: "Black Narcissus! How was your day? The grassland here is endless. Compared with the Central Plains, isn't it more suitable for you to gallop?"
Black Narcissus shook his mane, and his pair of large agate eyes became brighter as if he had intelligence, and he let out a low roar, as if responding to Ren Ya.
Ren Ya smiled sweetly and rubbed Black Narcissus's mane vigorously. To be honest, Ren Ya fell in love with this intelligent and extraordinary divine horse from the bottom of her heart.
After Zhou Yi and Ren Ya fell into the river that day, Black Narcissus unexpectedly followed them all the way from afar, which moved Zhou Yi and Ren Ya greatly. However, Black Narcissus was a peerless divine horse after all, and naturally had his own pride. He was unwilling to live in the stable with those ordinary horses of the Qiyan tribe, so he had to sleep on the grassland by himself, and only met Zhou Yi and Ren Ya occasionally.
After a while, Ren Ya suddenly became interested, with an excited look on her face. She turned over and sat on Black Narcissus, shouting, "Black Narcissus, come on, it's a nice day today, let's go for a run together! Go!"
After saying this, Black Narcissus suddenly exerted force with his hooves, and immediately he was far away from the others, leaving a trail of black wind on the grassland.
At this time, in the distance of the grassland, a group of ten people with different appearances were talking and laughing, slowly driving towards the direction of the Qiyan tribe.
"I say, guess what, we won such a big battle this time and robbed so much food and grass back to the tribe, and the girls in the tribe are so fascinated by me that they can't close their legs!" The one who spoke was a very tall young man with short and hard hair like the roots of weeds, standing on his scalp, looking a little messy.
"Juchal, you'd better not think too much. After all, you are the weakest one here, and well..." Just after Jochi finished speaking, a man with long flowing hair on horseback in front of him immediately turned around and said jokingly, "You are still ugly! There is no hope for you!"
"Damn it! Hasar, what did you say?" Subutai was immediately enraged and spurred his horse to chase Hasar.
"What are you two doing? We're almost at the tribe, so please be careful about the impact." The woman who spoke was Bailu Timur, the deputy among the Thirteen Wings and an absolute think tank. Compared to the slightly lazy leader, she was more like a majestic hostess.
As for Jochi and Khasar, who were fighting just now, they stuck out their tongues at each other when they heard Timur's words.
Suddenly, the man riding his horse and standing at the front of the Thirteen Wings with a heavy bow and arrow on his back suddenly changed his aura, and his eyes, like an eagle, shot straight ahead with sharp eyes like a knife.
"There's movement!"
Before the other wings could react, a black gust of wind rushed out, and the leader of the wings with a long sword on his back had already flown far away.
Ren Ya was riding a horse in the distance. Suddenly, she felt an extremely majestic, heavy and domineering presence appear in her Heavenly Demon Power. Her beautiful face paused and she looked up.
The man riding a horse in front of him was at least 1.9 meters tall, with a flawless physique like an ancient Greek god, long flowing hair as black as ink, a broad forehead, a straight nose, thin lips, and a short beard on his strong chin. His appearance and temperament seemed to fully embody the meaning of the words "hero" and "dominant".
"Who are you?" Ren Ya asked involuntarily.
The man on the horse looked up and down at Ren Ya and Hei Shuixian. His burning gaze made people feel fearful. The corner of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was looking down on them, and he said, "Who are you?"
Ren Ya was not afraid at all. Instead, she raised her pretty face and said sternly: "I was the one who asked you first, you are so rude!" Then Ren Ya pulled the reins of Black Narcissus, turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait!" The man quickly rode his horse to get in front of Ren Ya and asked, "Is this horse yours?"
"Nonsense!" Ren Ya rolled her eyes at him, not wanting to talk to him anymore, she quickly rode the Black Narcissus and headed straight for the Qiyan tribe. Unexpectedly, the man rode his horse and chased after her.
Ren Ya originally thought that relying on Black Narcissus's speed, she would be able to get rid of the annoying man in a short time. However, after just a few breaths, the man gradually caught up with her and was several body lengths behind her. He kept shouting, "Girl, are you willing to transfer this horse to me? I am willing to pay any price just to get this horse!"
"Dream on!" Ren Ya answered viciously without even turning her head.
Within a few breaths, Ren Ya had already ridden her horse back to the gate of the Qiyan tribe. She dismounted and ran quickly back to Aunt Qiqige. Just as she was about to loudly lament the matter, she suddenly discovered that every one of the Qiyan tribe members gathered at the camp gate were like little girls chasing stars, looking towards the sky with their heartfelt respect and admiration.
The man who was chasing Ren Ya with his back turned slowly pulled in the reins and walked slowly towards the camp. Suddenly, the entire Qiyan tribe was filled with deafening shouts.
"Long live the leader!"
"Thirteen Wings Soar!"
"Long live the Eternal Heaven!"
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Renya, who was held tightly by Aunt Qiqige, looked at the tall and burly figure again in a trance, the sturdy man who looked like the ancient Greek Hercules, and muttered.
"He is the legendary leader of the Thirteen Wings of Mongolia... the one who inherited the name of Temujin... the Canglang...?" (To be continued)