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.
At this time, the wind and snow suddenly became stronger, falling in flakes and falling on the burning camp.
The intertwining of snow and fire is particularly enchanting. The corpses of war horses and soldiers are burned. The rich fragrance makes people feel nauseous, but it constantly arouses the greedy heart.
Guo Mo hung the big iron gun on the victory hook, jumped off the yellow gelding, and followed Brother Tiemu into the handsome tent.
A whole hour passed...
During this period, only Deputy General Cha'er was called in once and given a jar of wine. The rest of the time, only Guo Mo and Brother Tiemu were there.
No one knows what they said during this hour.
No one dares to ask them, unless the Lord is willing to share it with everyone.
But when Guo Mo came out again, because the wind and snow were a bit heavy, Brother Tiemu gave his beloved fur cloak to Guo Mo to keep out the wind and cold.
Guo Mo was naturally immune to the cold and heat, but he did not disappoint Brother Tiemu. After all, he could let Huang Rong wear it when he brought it back.
Guo Mo took his people away, braving the wind and snow, and left the Mongolian camp overnight.
If so, it can still be called a camp.
Go all the way south, covering more than a hundred miles in one go.
When it was completely bright, the wind and snow had not stopped, and they did not encounter any inhabited place.
"Fourth, have you been to this place before?"
Helpless Guo Mo couldn't help but call his fourth junior brother Feng Ge over.
After all, in the past six months, as the leader of the horse thieves, Feng Ge and the others have wandered around the entire western and northern areas of Xixia and drawn a relatively detailed map.
Feng Ge identified the direction, took out the map he carried with him, and found an experienced scout in the army. After comparing the two, he spoke to Guo Mo.
"Second Senior Brother, go southeast from here for about forty miles before you encounter a small city. If you want to return to Yinzhou, you have to continue walking southeast for another two hundred miles."
As Feng Ge spoke, he outlined it on the map for Guo Mo.
"However, there is a valley sixty miles northwest of Yinzhou City, and only one hundred and eighty miles away from here. It is a simple camp we built two months ago. It can barely accommodate everyone through the winter."
Feng Ge knew that Guo Mo might want to go back to Yinzhou. At the same time, there were now a total of five or six hundred troops. It was not safe to walk in Xixia in such a mighty manner.
"Let's go to the small town ahead to buy some food. The brothers will be stationed five miles outside the city and send thirty people into the city in batches to buy."
Although they were all on horseback, they were still delayed by the wind and snow, and it took them a full hour to reach the vicinity of the small town.
The brothers were all outside, so Guo Mo was naturally embarrassed to go into the city by himself, so he asked Feng Ge to bring thirty people into the city to purchase.
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"Second Senior Brother, it will be good to arrive at the valley station. There are several large caves there, and a strong camp has been set up. There are still more than twenty brothers to guard it."
"Previously, we have stored more than 10,000 kilograms of grain, raised hundreds of sheep, and hundreds of kilograms of pickles..."
Feng Ge took 300 people and was alone outside. It was really difficult for him.
Everyone finally had a hot meal, and the dozen or so people who were seriously injured were bandaged again, and some simple medicinal materials were bought from the small town.
"Elder brother, let Feng Ge and the others take away the injured brother later. I'll leave it to Wan Yankang to go to this muddy water in Xixia for the time being."
Now in the west and north of Xixia, the Xixia Army has the largest number of troops stationed. The total number of troops in each state is sixty or seventy thousand.
Followed by the Mongolian army, the total number also exceeded 40,000. This was the 20,000 cavalry that recently annihilated Subotai, mainly guarding two cities.
Then there are Wan Yankang's "Zhongyong Army" and "Zhongxiao Army", which also number more than 20,000.
What Guo Mo didn't know was that the emperor of the Jin Kingdom had already begun to recruit 20,000 more recruits to send to Wan Yankang.
The emperor of Xixia, after receiving the report of the victory over the Mongolian army Subutai, also learned about the situation of Wanyankang's reinforcements.
With a stroke of his pen, the nameless town was completely given over to Wan Yankang's garrison, and all the Xixia garrison was withdrawn to Yinzhou.
He even allocated a hundred miles of land to Wanyankang and gave Wanyankang 3,000 war horses and some grain and grass.
This is because he wants Wanyankang to lead his army to guard the entrance of Xixia and stand on the way of the Mongolian army heading south to Yinzhou.
Of course Wanyankang was well aware of the "sinister" intentions of the Xixia Emperor.
But in this way, it played into his heart, and he could legitimately take root in Xixia.
Moreover, this place is not too far from Taiyuan City and can be reached by horseback in two days.
As soon as he settled in this unknown town, Wanyankang first asked people to count the local money, food, population, and land, and even directly named the small town "Kangcheng".
Naming it after himself is not only a kind of commemoration, but also expresses his determination to stick to this place.
Wanyankang also received news from the north.
Someone ambushed the remnants of Subotai. The famous Mongolian general Temuge led 10,000 Mongolian cavalry into Xixia. They were attacked by unidentified armed forces. The Mongolian camp was robbed and suffered heavy losses.
According to reports from scouts, when Brother Tiemu returned to Pingzhou City, there were less than 7,000 men and horses, and the previously arrogant Subotai also had his arm broken off.
"Whose troops are these?"
Wanyankang was puzzled and surprised by the fighting power of this group of people.
He had personally experienced the power of the Mongolian cavalry. If he wanted to let Tiemu Ge lose 3,000 men, he would have to pay at least 5,000 men.
If you want to pay the price of 5,000 men and still win the battle, you must have at least 20,000 troops, right?
However, in the entire northern Xixia, where can we find 20,000 armed forces of unknown origin?
Wanyankang had an inexplicable sense of urgency, but fortunately, this group of people was looking for trouble with the Mongolian cavalry, so they were his allies in disguise.
It seems that there will be no large-scale fighting in Xixia this winter, or even next spring.
Wan Yankang came to the same conclusion, so he planned to build the city, or to be precise, expand it.
This "Kancheng" is still too small. He plans to use the current "Kancheng" as the center and expand five miles outward in the four directions of east, west, north and south.
Xixia was at war, and the Jin Kingdom also faced Mongolian pressure, especially in Hebei.
Everyone can see that the Mongolian cavalry that has occupied Changping will definitely launch an attack on Zhongdu after the beginning of spring.
Therefore, people in the entire Jin Kingdom north of the Yellow River were in panic.
Wanyankang took the opportunity to send people to various places to lobby, and even coaxed and deceived the people of Jin to come to "Kangcheng".
After all, Wan Yankang was also responsible for the protection of Hebei North Road, and he took advantage of his position to almost empty out the storage in Taiyuan City.
Especially after receiving the 20,000 new soldiers sent by the Emperor of the Jin Kingdom, Wanyankang had enough people to allow these new soldiers to immediately devote themselves to the construction of "Kangcheng".
On the occasion of the new year, the outer city walls of the new "Kangcheng" have been built, and even two city gates have been built.
A prosperous new city grew out of time in the Xixia border where the war was suspended.
...
"Haha, 'Kangcheng'? It seems that Wanyan Kang is really planning to take root in Xixia."
On the third day after Guo Mo returned to Yinzhou, he received the news that Wan Yankang had settled in "Kangcheng".
"Guo...Brother Guo, this time the escort lost a total of 213 people, please punish me."
Chen Xuanfeng knelt on one knee, not daring to raise his head to look at Guo Mo's face, feeling guilty.
In addition to Guo Mo and Chen Xuanfeng, Huang Rong and Zhao Chengyu were also present in the room.
"Chengyu, you performed well this time. You were able to command decisively before the battle and took the lead. You lived up to your father's expectations. You are worthy of being a son of the Zhao family!"
Guo Mo ignored Chen Xuanfeng.
Although I knew that Chen Xuanfeng actually did not make a big mistake, after all, he lost more than 200 brothers in the escort army. Those were at least the best soldiers selected from thousands of miles away.
"Sir, Chen Dutong actually did a good job. He killed more than a thousand Mongolian soldiers alone, and two thousand captains. Even Subotai had his left arm cut off...
"
"We'll talk about him later, mind yourself first!"
Guo Mo didn't let Zhao Chengyu finish speaking and interrupted him rudely.
"There is no need to transfer people from Luoyang anymore. 'Tingfeng' has already sent a team of thirty people to settle in Yinzhou City and bought an inn 'Xifeng Tower' in the south of the city."
"Chengyu, you also leave thirty people to guard this courtyard. The other brothers go shopping in Yinzhou City, bring enough food and meat, and go to Fengona Valley to spend the winter."
It is impossible for all the more than two hundred escort troops to enter Yinzhou City, that would be too eye-catching.
"After next spring, let's see how the construction of the 'Cannes City' is progressing, and find a way to send people in. It doesn't need to be many people, just a team of ten."
Now that Wan Yankang is actively preparing, Guo Mo can't be idle.
"Also, let's take a look at Pingzhou. Can you find someone to sneak in? Go to Feng Ge and ask if he has any brothers brought out from the desert. The one who understands Mongolian is the best."
"Take this. I haven't had any tasks in the past few months. Just stay here and improve your martial arts."
Finally, Guo Mo threw a booklet to Zhao Chengyu, which recorded the contents of "Easy Muscles and Forged Bones".
"Thank you, Young Master, thank you Dutong..."
This is a reward for himself. For Zhao Chengyu, no official position or gold and silver treasures are as attractive as these martial arts secrets.
He had learned something from Lu Guanying before, and he felt that he had benefited a lot. This time Guo Mo personally gave him this secret book, and Zhao Chengyu regarded it as a treasure.
"Young Master, please rest assured. After Cheng Yu completes his studies, he will destroy this secret book and will never leak it to others. Without Young Master's permission, he will never pass it on to others."
Zhao Chengyu knew that the more powerful the martial arts, the stricter the management of the big sect, so he swore in front of Guo Mo.
"Okay, after all, we are blood brothers. If I didn't believe you, I wouldn't keep you by my side, let alone give you this secret book."
"What you have to do is to make yourself stronger as soon as possible so that you can take on more tasks and enjoy greater glory!"
These words were what Guo Mo told Feng Ge when they broke up a few days ago, asking him to use these few months to practice martial arts diligently and improve himself as much as possible.
Guo Mo actually doesn't want to do everything by himself, but there are still too few people he can use. It would be easier for everyone to be like Meng Gong.
Guo Mo missed his old brothers in the army a little bit.
Zhao Chengyu went out happily. Now he has a higher goal, which is to become stronger.
The four words "blood brothers" hit Zhao Chengyu's heart deeply. Zhao Chengyu swore that he would be worthy of His Highness "King Yan" saying these four words to him.
"Elder brother, get up -"
After Zhao Chengyu went out, Guo Mo came to Chen Xuanfeng and pulled him up with both hands.
"I am not trying to embarrass you as a brother. When I asked you to kneel for a moment, you were not kneeling to me, Guo Mo, but to the two hundred and thirteen brothers who died."
"Although it is said that no one will die in a war, but if the lives of our brothers are sacrificed because of mistakes made by those of us leading the team, then it is absolutely inappropriate."
"Elder brother is not from the military. This is also the first time that I have truly led troops in combat. It is inevitable that there will be some omissions. Overall, as Zhao Chengyu said just now, I have done a good enough job."
"However, you are good enough. You just killed a few more enemies. Do you really think you are a god? Unless you can kill all those 10,000 Mongolian cavalry, you are the real god."
"You are tired too. Here are the essentials and experience of leading troops that I specially extracted from the 'Wu Mu's Suicide Note'. Please read it more when you have nothing to do. It may be helpful to you in the future."
Chen Xuanfeng also received a pamphlet and left with emotion.
"Brother Mo, I find that your 'skill of imperial control' is becoming more and more proficient now."
Guo Mo heard the ridicule in Huang Rong's words and knew that she was deliberately trying to relax him, so he went over and hugged her in his arms.
"Rong'er, the crisis faced by the Song Dynasty is greater than you imagine, and the opponents in the future are also very strong. We cannot make any big negligence ourselves."
"I'm sorry that I have to let you wander around with me again this New Year."
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As the saying goes: after the Laba Festival, it is the New Year.
Unfortunately, at this time, it seems that this common saying does not exist.
Guo Mo even discovered that no one in Xixia celebrated the Laba Festival.
Early in the morning, Guo Mo had no choice but to beg Huang Rong to go to the kitchen in person and make a bowl of "Laba porridge" for everyone, which would be considered a holiday.
Huang Rong hadn't cooked for a long time, so she took advantage of this being a moderate festival to cook a lot of dishes.
There was no room to sit in the hall, so there were two tables placed under the eaves.
Guo Mo, Huang Rong, Chen Xuanfeng and Zhao Chengyu invited four more old men from the "Dunwu Army" to sit at a table.
Others also sat down one after another, and on the day of "Laba Festival", everyone had a reunion dinner together, because Guo Mo would be leaving tomorrow.
They originally came out to look for Huang Yaoshi, but they haven't found him yet, so naturally they can't stay in one place for a long time.
"Elder brother, you should stay in Yinzhou City first. I want to take Ronger to the desert. Now that the Mongolian cavalry is marching westward and invading south, the tribes in the rear will be very stable."
"Rong'er hasn't been to the desert yet, so I'll take a look around and catch up on my father-in-law's news. If you have time, give more advice on Zhao Chengyu's martial arts. This guy will be a good helper for you."
Guo Mo left with Huang Rong, heading north, entering Mongolia, and then heading west.
According to Huang Rong's request, she wanted to first visit the place where Guo Mo grew up.
Their "Seven Sages Village" and the barren mountains where they practice are all places Huang Rong wants to visit.
Moreover, the people at Qixianzhuang left in a hurry last time and actually forgot the pair of white eagles at Qixianzhuang. Little Zhang Ting always felt unwilling to think about it.
Guo Mo also thought that if it was convenient, he would bring back the pair of white eagles. He had not seen them for several years.
In order to avoid trouble, when setting off from Yinzhou City, Guo Mo and Huang Rong put on two ordinary Mongolian horses and temporarily stored their two horses in Yinzhou City.
As soon as they entered Mongolia, the two of them also changed into Mongolian attire, and Guo Mo even personally combed Huang Rong's hair in pigtails.
"Gee, Brother Mo, do all girls in Mongolia wear their hair in this way? How come I don't have so many pigtails when I see Sister-in-law Huazheng? Are you kidding me?"
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Since you are married, you should marry and obey your husband.
In the vast grassland, there is no green at all, and it is covered with thick snow.
Fortunately, Guo Mo was an old Mongolian and had prepared all kinds of cold-proof items in advance. Each person was wearing a mink fur cloak, a cotton felt hat, and even the two horses were wrapped in quilts.
Guo Mo packed more than a dozen bags of shochu from Xixia, and even brought some ginger and mustard.
Unfortunately, there were no chili peppers in this era. It would have to wait hundreds of years later for a Western brother named "Brother" to discover it when he traveled to America.
And it took several hundred more years for it to be introduced into China.
"Rong'er, are you tired from the journey? There will be a town ahead in a while. Let's spend the night there tonight."
"It just so happens that it's New Year's Eve today, so we can't fall into the trap, right?"
More than twenty days have passed since the two left Yinzhou City. The snowfall in Mongolia was heavier than expected, seriously affecting their journey.
"Brother Mo, do Mongolians have any special requirements for celebrating the New Year?"
Well, Chinese New Year is usually referred to as the Spring Festival for the Han people, but the Mongolians do not celebrate the Spring Festival, or they have their own "Spring Festival" called "White Festival".
The first month of the lunar calendar is called "Chagansa Day" in Mongolian, which means white moon.
The Mongolian people advocate the color white and call the first month of the year "White Moon", so the first day of the first lunar month is called "White Festival". It is also called Xinijile, which means New Year.
Unfortunately, even so, it will take decades for it to truly flourish.
The current "White Festival" is just a saying that is popular in a small area.
Before it got completely dark, the two finally arrived at a big town.
Mongolian towns were basically formed by markets, and gradually gained a permanent population.
Guo Mo had passed by this town several times before when he went out to fight with Master Zhebie, and he knew that there was a spacious inn in the town, which seemed to have been opened by the Han people.
It was getting dark, it was windy and rainy, and there was no accommodation in the inn. There was only a table of military men eating and drinking.
The two dismounted in front of the door, and Guo Mo stepped forward and pushed open the ajar door.
"Hey, you look at the cold weather, please come inside quickly——"
The shopkeeper who was guarding the counter saw someone coming in. He trotted over quickly, called to the two waiters, and led the two horses to the backyard.
A charcoal pot was burning in the inn. Guo Mo and Huang Rong instantly felt a burst of warmth, and they successively took off their felt hats and mink cloaks.
A waiter took it and hung it on a hanger nearby.
"Shopkeeper, please bring two bowls of hot ginger soup first to warm yourself up."
Guo Mo has been here several times, so he naturally knows what this store can do.
The two of them continued walking in and saw a table of military men eating and drinking at the opposite table.