Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 164 The Grim Reaper's Name is Murong Fu and Guo Jing

The pet space does indeed have a slow healing effect on pets.

The little red horse, Guo Jing's mount, is nearly thirty years old. From childhood to adulthood, the functions of any living thing are constantly worn down and aged.

Moreover, Guo Fu has ridden the horse a lot in recent years, but Guo Fu has often failed to take good care of it, so the red horse is naturally in poor health.

Before it came into Murong Fu's hands, although the divine steed was still there, it would eventually run into problems if it was used like this for a long time.

After Murong Fu tamed the little red horse, he only let it out to eat and run around occasionally, and most of the time he kept it in the spirit beast space.

The system slowly nourished his body, naturally giving him a feeling of regaining his former vigor.

Little Fierce Xu and Little Honey have been staying in the spirit beast space lately, but since both beasts are young and strong, there haven't been any major changes.

Xiao Bing and Xiao Yu can accelerate the circulation of Xuan Yin True Qi between the two beasts and Murong Fu while they are on Murong Fu's body, which is naturally much better than being in the Spirit Beast Space.

Guo Jing grew increasingly pleased with the sight, realizing that while he himself was in his prime, his little red horse had occasionally shown signs of fatigue in recent years.

This saddened Guo Jing as well.

But unexpectedly, she seemed to receive nourishment from Murong Fu.

The Murong brothers were indeed amazing. Murong Fu smiled, without explaining further, and simply mounted his horse, letting Guo Jing ride with him.

Guo Jing naturally wouldn't refuse. He knew the little red horse's physical condition; carrying one or two people wouldn't affect its speed at all.

Although he didn't know what Murong Fu was planning, he believed him unconditionally.

Riding his horse, he soon arrived at a distance of about 500 meters from the Mongol army camp. He then took out a powerful bow and a bag of arrows from his personal storage space and handed them to Guo Jing.

Guo Jing, holding the bow and arrow, asked with some curiosity, "Brother Murong, this...?"

Murong Fu said, "I've long heard that when Brother Guo was young, he could shoot two eagles with a single arrow with a backhand stroke on the grasslands."

"Let's have some field battle tonight and see if Brother Guo can shatter the Mongol army's spirit!"

Guo Jing frowned and said, "Ah, this... There has never been a martial arts master who acts like this before..."

Besides, this isn't wartime, and I... I'm finding it hard to bring myself to do it.

Guo Jing grew up in Mongolia and naturally knew that Mongolians were also human beings, unlike many Han Chinese who viewed them as beasts.

Moreover, he was trained by the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, Ma Yu, Hong Qigong and others. Even the weakest among them had a chivalrous heart and was proud of his status, so he would not easily take action against ordinary people.

On the battlefield, everyone fights for their country, so there's nothing to say about it. But now that there's a truce, Guo Jing, with his personality, simply can't bring himself to do it.

Murong Fu frowned upon hearing this, but since he was a soul from the future, he was indeed not as rigid and constrained as people in this world.

They also learned why Guo Jing, with such formidable martial arts skills, ultimately died in battle at Xiangyang.

Character determines fate.

So Murong Fu said to Guo Jing in a serious tone, "Brother Guo, a kind heart cannot govern an army, and all warfare is based on deception."

Moreover, the Mongols' home is the grasslands, and now they've come all the way to our Xiangyang territory, slaughtering and massacring cities along the way. Do you still think this isn't wartime?

Every moment they spend within my Central Plains is an invasion, a massacre, and a preparation for massacre.

After listening to Murong Fu's words, Guo Jing lowered his head and remained silent. After a moment, he did not speak, but simply slung the quiver over his shoulder.

Murong Fu knew that Guo Jing had finally come to his senses, so he asked:

"Brother Guo, what is your effective firing range now?"

Guo Jing drew his bow and arrow, then said, "One hundred zhang should be no problem."

One hundred zhang is over three hundred meters, which is extremely terrifying.

Even a typical top-tier martial artist could only project their internal energy to a distance of about ten feet, and Murong Fu's was only a few feet. However, when it came to throwing hidden weapons, although Murong Fu hadn't practiced much, he could guarantee accuracy within a hundred or two hundred meters. But unexpectedly, Guo Jing got the bow and arrow...

His words were as tall as a hundred feet.

But it makes sense. Back when Guo Jing was only a third-rate expert on the grasslands, he could shoot prey over a hundred meters away, let alone now.

Therefore, skilled fighters who charge into battle without organization or discipline are easily wounded or killed by arrows and crossbow bolts fired by the enemy ranks.

Therefore, martial arts masters have always preferred to engage in intelligence gathering and assassination rather than studying how to actually play a role on the battlefield.

Murong Fu then rode his little red horse to a position about 300 meters away from the Mongol camp. Guo Jing naturally knew that they were already within his shooting range, so he drew his bow and shot.

He killed a Mongol soldier on guard duty with a single arrow.

Upon seeing that another soldier had spotted it not far away, he fired another arrow, killing the soldier before he could even raise the alarm.

Several more arrows were fired, and more and more Mongol soldiers fell.

In just a few breaths, more than ten arrows had been fired, and more than ten Mongol soldiers had been killed.

At that moment, alarms sounded in the Mongolian camp, and many soldiers ran out of their yurts.

Murong Fu took a look and thought it was perfect.

He then drove the big red horse and closed the distance by another hundred meters, allowing Guo Jing to fire wildly.

Murong Fu also continuously replenished his quiver with arrows from his personal space.

Later on, Murong Fu and Guo Jing's teamwork became increasingly seamless, and they even placed the arrows precisely between Guo Jing's left hand holding the bow and the bowstring, which greatly improved their efficiency.

Because the little red horse runs extremely fast and has poor visibility at night, night blindness is not uncommon among Mongolians.

This caused chaos within the military.

After Guo Jing had shot nearly a thousand arrows, the Mongol army finally confirmed that there was a rider and two men circling the Mongol camp, conducting mounted archery.

At first, Kublai Khan did not believe that it was done by one man and two men, and even thought that it was a surprise attack launched by hundreds of elite archers.

They immediately dispatched the newly recruited experts Xiao Xiangzi and Moni Xing to investigate.

The moment the two showed themselves, Guo Jing spotted them, and Murong Fu naturally noticed them as well.

They turned one arrow into three, and when the two were still two or three hundred meters away from Murong Fu and Guo Jing, more than ten arrows were shot at their positions one after another.

Xiao Xiangzi was hit by two arrows, but unfortunately, they did not hit any vital organs.

Moni Xing dodged quickly, but was still startled, and hurriedly carried the injured Xiao Xiangzi back.

However, when he was resisting, he used Xiao Xiangzi to cover his back, neck, and head, which shows that his survival was not just due to good luck.

Murong Fu naturally saw the two escape into the camp. He patted the neck of his red horse and said regretfully:

"Oh dear, I forgot to poison it beforehand!"

Murong Fu then stopped replenishing Guo Jing's bow and arrows.

Guo Jing asked, "Brother Murong, are you out of arrows?"

Murong Fu said, "No, I've decided to poison the rest of the arrows before I come back."

Brother Guo, you shot about two thousand arrows, and you hit almost all of them except for the Mongol experts.

However, many shots missed vital organs, and some even pierced through the arms and thighs.

This incident may have resulted in the deaths of a thousand people, which is already quite good.

But if it's poisoned, none of these two thousand people will survive.

But if it's a chronic poison, or even an infectious one... the wounded will increase their military expenditures and treatment costs... As for contagion, forget it, infectious diseases are inhumane acts that harm both oneself and others, we can't do that.

"Hiss, if only we could find Ouyang Feng."

Murong Fu had already begun to think about how to achieve this effect.

Although he was a master of medicine, his understanding of poison was limited to antidotes. Of course, he was capable of making poisons, but that would certainly require research, and he was not as relaxed as a veteran poison expert like Ouyang Feng.

Guo Jing was taken aback upon hearing this, thinking to himself: Brother Murong is truly brilliant...

He was knowledgeable in military affairs and naturally knew that if things were done like Murong Fu's, even the most formidable army would collapse in morale.

This time, the Mongol cavalry will likely suffer a crushing defeat.

At this moment, Murong Fu reined in his horse and turned around, but instead used his inner strength to say:

"Murong Fu and Guo Jing are here! Those who don't want to die, get out of the Central Plains!"

He then said to Guo Jing, "Brother Guo, repeat what I said in Mongolian."

Guo Jing nodded. Since he had already done it, he wasn't afraid of leaving a name for himself, and said, "V"

Amidst the astonishment and fear of the 100,000-strong army, Murong Fu and Guo Jing rode their bright red horses back to Fancheng.

Inside the Mongol army's royal tent, Kublai Khan listened to Murong Fu and Guo Jing's conversation, drew his golden sword, and cleaved the desk in front of him in two.

"Murong Fu, Uncle Guo!"

Okay, you guys are great!!!

The guards around him knew that this prince had been gentle and refined since childhood, loved reading the Book of Han, and was usually only happy and rarely angry.

It seems that Murong Fu and Guo Jing really angered him tonight.

Then Moni Xing carried Xiao Xiangzi into the royal tent.

"My scouts report that it was indeed just one rider and two men. As soon as we showed ourselves, we were attacked by dozens of arrows. I managed to dodge quickly."

But Xiao Xiangzi was injured.

At this moment, Xiao Xiangzi had already pulled out the arrow and stopped the bleeding by applying pressure points. However, having been injured by Guo Jing's arrow, he would need to rest for at least a few days.

Kublai Khan was furious when he saw that the expert he had recruited was injured by the enemy as soon as they met.

He then asked, "Are Murong Fu and Guo Jing really that powerful? Both of them were seriously injured in a single exchange?"

Although Xiao Xiangzi was injured, he was extremely proud. He was tall and thin, with a bloodless face, and looked like a zombie. He was a famous figure in western Hunan.

He then said, "Your Highness, the main problem is that the man was skilled in archery and locked onto me the moment we met, so I couldn't dodge."

But if it's close combat, I'm naturally not afraid of him; what I fear is not being given the chance to get close.

Nemo Star also chimed in.

Kublai Khan then summoned another general and inquired about the specifics.

He then said, "Yes, I heard the late king say that Guo Jing, the sworn brother, was unparalleled in riding and archery."

I never imagined things would come to this. With Murong Fu involved, he's the one who's throwing stones at us today.

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The camp was completely silent. Since Kublai Khan received the order, this was the night he was most helpless.

Within the Mongol army, many soldiers were killed suddenly by arrows, and rumors began to circulate...

The Grim Reaper Elric sent down two incarnations, one named Murong Fu and the other Guo Jing.