The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 42 Guo Jing Asks for a Fight
"Are you going to the battlefield?"

Inside the golden tent, Temujin looked at Guo Jing who volunteered to fight with a surprised look on his face. He remembered that Guo Jing was Su Ming's disciple and did not call Guo Jing to join the army this time. He did not expect that he would come to him on his own initiative.

Guo Jing knelt on one knee and said in a deep voice, "The Khan has been very kind to our family. Guo Jing has no way to repay him. I am willing to fight for him!"

At this moment, Guo Jing's eyes were determined and his brows were filled with heroic spirit. He looked completely different from when he was practicing martial arts.

Temujin did not agree immediately, but asked him, "Have you asked your master?"

"My master and my mother all agreed."

When Guo Jing proposed to the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan to go to the battlefield, they actually refused. There was only a year left before the appointment at the Misty Rain Tower in Jiangnan, and they didn't want Guo Jing to go to the battlefield. It would be bad if something unexpected happened.

However, Guo Jing insisted that his martial arts had reached a bottleneck and he could not break through. The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan had no choice but to agree.

As for his mother Li Ping, it was even simpler. As soon as he said it, Li Ping agreed. It was because Temujin had done too many favors for their family.

The Khan’s kindness is not over yet!
When Temujin learned that his master agreed, he naturally would not refuse, "I have agreed. You are an excellent archer, so you can continue to be a eagle shooter."

Guo Jing shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Khan, I don't want to be a eagle shooter. This time I hope to charge into battle with you and fight the enemy head-on."

Head-on fight?

Temujin frowned. He didn't want this kid to die on the battlefield. "Guo Jing, charging into battle is very risky. If you're not careful, you could die on the battlefield. Aren't you afraid?"

Guo Jing's expression remained firm, as if he was determined, "Great Khan, I am not afraid. This is what my teacher taught me. A real man should go into battle and kill the enemy. Otherwise, wouldn't I be wasting the golden sword that the Great Khan gave me?"

Fighting in battle? Isn't your teacher afraid that you will die on the battlefield?
Temujin shook his head secretly, but since Guo Jing had said so, he naturally would not refuse and directly appointed him as the captain of the hundred-man team.

If Su Ming knew what he was thinking, he would probably laugh out loud on the spot. On the Mongolian battlefield, apart from you, Temujin, Guo Jing is the hardest to kill. Everyone else has died, but he cannot.

There is no way, the protagonist can do whatever he wants and will not die.

……

In front of his own tent, Guo Jing looked at the nineteen people in front of him, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. In the past, he had listened to so much history and so many military books from his teachers, and the deeds of his ancestors who fought on the battlefield flashed through his mind.

Now, he was finally going to fight in the battlefield, charging into battle, instead of being a member of an elite squad like The Archer of the Condor Heroes.

Fighting on the battlefield is a romance that belongs only to men. Even if this romance requires the price of life, it has not been able to stop people's desire to achieve success for thousands of years.

Among these nineteen people, there were seven teenagers as old as him, and twelve young and strong men.

Over the past year or so, they have become familiar with each other, and on the battlefield, they are each other's own soldiers.

"Mount!"

At this time, Guo Jing was wearing iron armor and holding a long spear in his hand. His ordinary face was full of solemnity and there was a sharp look between his brows. He looked like a young general who was about to go to war.

In front of the camp, Guo Jing rode on his little red horse and gave orders. After receiving the orders, the 19 people also mounted their horses and followed him.

"set off!"

The sound of horse hooves gradually became faster and faster, and the twenty figures soon disappeared.

On the hill, the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan looked at each other in bewilderment, feeling quite upset, just like a parent who suddenly found out that his child had grown up and he was unable to teach him. Is this still my stupid disciple?

They saw the scene just now clearly. Guo Jing, wearing armor, holding a spear, and riding a war horse, looked like a young general, completely different from the obedient him in daily life.

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Quan Jinfa laughed while brandishing the steelyard, "Haha, this kid has learned my Huyan spear technique. When he comes back this time, I'm going to ask him how many enemies he killed with my spear technique."

Han Xiaoying glared at him and said angrily, "Sixth brother, the battlefield is so dangerous, aren't you worried that he might get into trouble?"

Zhu Cong opened his folding fan with a swish and joked with a smile, "Seventh sister, this kid has learned all our kung fu. Ordinary people are no match for him. Don't underestimate him."

Nan Xiren also comforted him, "Jing'er has grown up. It's not a bad thing for him to go to the battlefield and see more blood."

Han Baoju grinned, as if showing off, "Seventh sister, don't worry, Jing'er is riding the Qianli Longju that I went through so much trouble to find for him. Even if he can't beat the opponent, he can still run away. Jing'er looks stupid, but he is actually very smart, so don't worry."

Seeing her brothers say this, Han Xiaoying was so angry that she stomped her feet and walked away, "You..."

Among the seven masters, only Han Xiaoying is a woman. Women are sentimental by nature, and Han Xiaoying is born in a fishing family in the south of the Yangtze River. She is even more delicate in mind. To Guo Jing, she is both a teacher and a mother.

Now that he's on the battlefield, how can she not worry?
……

Half a year later, Temujin led his army back victoriously, and the tribe fell into carnival.

Every time he won a battle, Temujin would distribute the captured cattle, sheep and people to various tribes. The cattle and sheep could be slaughtered for meat, young women could be taken as wives, and the young and strong as well as the elderly, weak and women and children were demoted to slaves.

The entire tribe has been rewarded, how can they not be willing to return?
After learning that the Khan had returned victoriously, Li Ping stood at the door of her house, looking into the distance, waiting for her children to come back. She waited from morning to noon, until the sun was about to set in the afternoon. When she was staring tired, she finally saw a familiar figure.

Guo Jing is back.

With the help of his mother, he took off his armor, had dinner with her, and told her some of his experiences and interesting things on the battlefield. Like any other traveler, he only reported good news and not bad news.

Although Li Ping didn't know what he had experienced on the battlefield, she knew that Jing'er must have had a hard time because he had become more mature.

After returning home, Guo Jing spent a good day with his mother to comfort her.

The next day, he came to Su Ming's tent.

"Teacher, I want to see you."

"Come in!"

After getting permission, Guo Jing opened the tent door and walked in. What greeted him was Su Ming's scrutiny. If it were before, he might have been a little scared, but now, he could treat it with a normal mind.

Seeing the murderous look between his brows and the sharp aura emanating from his body, Su Ming nodded secretly. The battlefield was still a better training ground. No matter how much he said, it would be better for him to experience it himself.

"Yes, I have improved a lot."

Hearing the teacher's praise, Guo Jing did not show a look of joy on his face, but a look of sorrow, "Teacher, Liuzi, Dazhu, Shitou and the others are all dead!"

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(End of this chapter)