Dragoon fighter

Section 76-Kazakh Yurt

The memories of the past began to gradually become blurred. In the trance of being half asleep and half awake, Lin Mo couldn't tell which one was real and which one was a dream.

Lin Mo poured a little water from the kettle into his hand, smeared it on his face, and patted his face hard. His blurred eyes quickly condensed and shone, and regained their sharpness like an eagle. The dream was still there. Dream, he lives in reality, and the peaceful life unknowingly wears away his vigilance.

He needed to accept the challenge again, hone himself, and always keep the vigilant heart that a warrior has, so he came to this crisis-ridden grassland.

The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and cattle and sheep are visible on the wind-swept grass. The grasslands in the Republic of Kazakhstan are no different from the Mongolian grasslands in inland China.

With horses to travel, Lin Mo walked leisurely and leisurely, truly like a tourist. Occasionally, he would encounter a pack of wolves. Perhaps he was frightened by the terrifying dragon power on Lin Mo. He howled in the distance and took the initiative. Averted.

After all, the gold coins that can now be used as GPS satellite positioning have provided Lin Mo with a lot of help. He broke away from the road and almost headed straight for the target.

There was a melodious pastoral song in the distance, and there was a faint smoke rising into the sky. Lin Mo smiled slightly. He didn't have to sleep in the wilderness tonight, and he also had hot food to fill his stomach.

During Lin Mo's journey these days, he often encountered nomadic herdsmen.

Although he was alone and didn't understand the language, seeing Lin Mo's friendly conversation and lack of any weapons, the extremely hospitable herdsmen received Lin Mo with great enthusiasm. The herdsmen's yurt became Lin Mo's temporary hotel. He grabbed mutton and oil. Fruits and smoked horse sausage made Lin Mo taste Kazakh delicacies.

There is an old proverb in Kazakhstan, "If you let a guest go when the sun goes down, you won't be able to wash away the shame even if you jump into the water." They believe that guests are gifts from Allah and should not be neglected.

Every time after receiving warm hospitality, Lin Mo would leave a small stack of U.S. dollars before leaving to thank the herdsmen for their simple hospitality.

Lin Mo drove his bay-red horse and trotted away to the place where the smoke was rising. On the grassland, there was a saying among the Kazakhs: "As long as there are Kazakhs along the way, even if you walk for a year, you don't have to bring a grain or a penny." money."

As long as he saw the yurt, Lin Mo would have found his place to stay tonight.

The closer you get, the clearer the sounds of people and livestock ahead, and you can clearly hear the sounds of children playing.

With the sound of horse hooves, several children appeared in Lin Mo's sight on ponies, chasing each other and laughing. They are worthy of being a nation on horseback. They are young but have superb riding skills and can ride steadily on horseback. Ruo Taishan will even do one or two difficult moves sometimes.

This is the real horse riding and fighting game. Compared with the horses in the hands of children in farming areas and the horses under the crotches of herdsmen's children, they are really shabby.

After a while, the rider seemed to see a stranger approaching from a distance. Curiously, he stopped chasing and slowed down his horse to approach Lin Mo.

Lin Mo's outfit is incompatible with the herdsmen on the grassland. It is extremely eye-catching, but at the same time he is curious and more popular with the herdsmen. Compared with the horse thieves and wild beasts on the grassland, Lin Mo, an exotic tourist, is much cuter. .

The children were almost a dozen steps away, looking at Lin Mo with smiles, speaking in Kazakh language that Lin Mo could not understand, and bursting into laughter from time to time.

Suddenly, one of the children's face became a little serious. He stared at the horse Lin Mo was riding with his eyes wide open, as if he was confirming something. Suddenly his face changed and he yelled in panic.

Lin Mo was just about to wave and say hello, but saw these children turning their horses' heads as if they had seen a ghost, turning around and running towards the yurt, leaving Lin Mo on the spot.

"What's wrong?!" Lin Mo looked left and right. There were no bad guys nearby. Looking at himself, he didn't turn into a monster!

Lin Mo's head was full of questions, "What happened?"

After a while, several strong adults carrying guns and sabers rushed towards Lin Mo on horseback, directly surrounding him, pointing their guns at him, with unkind expressions on their faces.

Lin Mo still didn't know what happened to make the other party misunderstand him so much. He honestly raised his hands and would not attack civilians until the situation was clear.

Seeing Lin Mo's confused face, the other party seemed to be even more angry. He pointed his gun at Lin Mo and waved his saber, as if he would rush up and chop him at any time.

At this time, an old man wearing a robe, a wide cowhide belt around his waist, a white felt hat with black velvet trim on his head, a red face, and a gray beard rushed into the circle on horseback. With a wave of his hand, he stopped the surrounding forest. Mo's impulsive behavior, he said a few words to Lin Mo.

Still didn't understand, Lin Mo spread his hands, helpless, and said as if trying his luck: "I'm sorry, I don't know Kazakh and Russian. I can't understand anything you say." !”

To be honest, Lin Mo regretted that he didn't do enough homework before coming. At least he didn't know how to say hello in simple Kazakh. He didn't know whether the twin sisters in the intelligence team forgot the training or were deliberately unprepared.

To Lin Mo's expectation, the old man understood it and said in relatively fluent Mandarin: "Hello, guest from afar, I'm sorry that my children are so rude to you!"

As soon as Lin Mo opened his mouth, the old man knew that there must be a misunderstanding. He scolded the Kazakh men beside him who were wielding knives and guns with a straight face. These men put away their weapons angrily.

"What on earth is going on?" Lin Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief and tried not to do anything if he could. The power of the dragon knight fighting the dragon was not something ordinary people could bear. Of course, he could not let these people do it. Shoot yourself with a knife.

"Excuse me, where did your horse come from?" The old man's eyes moved to the maroon horse under Lin Mo's crotch. This horse was Lin Mo's trophy. It was strong, powerful, docile and obedient. It is also very convenient to carry, saves leg energy and does not burn fuel. It is the most environmentally friendly means of transportation.

"Horse?!" Lin Mo patted the bay-red horse's head. The bay-red horse turned its head and rubbed Lin Mo's hand affectionately. Lin Mo could not imagine that the problem would occur on the horse. He had been riding this horse for several days. .

"Look, is there a pattern on the horse's butt? This is a unique sign among our horses. It was stolen half a year ago. I thought I would never find it. Today, you, my guest, rode it again, so"

It goes without saying that the group of children and adults riding horses regarded Lin Mo as a horse thief. Stealing a horse on the grassland is a very serious crime. If caught by the owner, he may even be executed directly by the owner.

Lin Mo looked at the butts of these people's horses, and then at his first bay-red horse. Sure enough, the patterns burned with a soldering iron on the butts of the two horses were exactly the same. Only then could these people express anger and threats to Lin Mo. It's true,

"Oh! So that's what happened!" Lin Mo suddenly understood and immediately expressed his understanding, "I didn't steal this horse, but it was taken from a group of robbers."

"Robbers? Damn horse thieves! Where did they escape? Thank you so much for giving us this news. I want to inform other herdsmen that this group of harmful people must be eliminated." The old man waved his riding crop angrily. It shook in the air, as if it had been slapped on those damn robbers.

"Haha, they didn't know which direction they fled in. Anyway, they didn't succeed in robbing me, but they were robbed by me!" Lin Mo laughed and said half-truthfully.

Anyway, this group of robbers has almost fed the wolves now, with no bones left, and Lin Mo can do whatever he wants.

"Anyway, I happened to meet the owner today, so this horse should be returned to its original owner!" Lin Mo jumped off the horse and patted the horse's neck. He was generous. After all, a horse also has the hard work of a wrangler. No matter who is stolen, Nothing will be happy.

Now that I have met the original owner, it is better to be an adult. At worst, I have to walk for a few more days. Anyway, I am not far from the meeting place, otherwise I will have to find a place to deal with the horse.

"No, no, no!" The old man jumped off the horse quickly, shook his hand in great surprise, then took Lin Mo's hand and said, "This horse was stolen by horse thieves, and it can carry guests from far away to us, this must be God willing, you must be our honored guest, and this horse is a gift to thank you for teaching this group of robbers a lesson for us, and we cannot take it back."

Maybe the will of Allah really exists in the dark. If the old man dares to take back Lin Mo's horse, he should give it to Lin Mo completely.

"No need, I'm almost at my destination, and I can't take this horse with me at any time. I'm very satisfied with borrowing it for this period of time." Lin Mo shook his head. It's okay to use this horse as a temporary substitute during travel tasks. , if he had not met the original owner, Lin Mo even planned to release it directly. Although it was tame and had good leg strength, there was no way he could take it back home.

Could it be that the fighter jets are flying and flying in the sky and the horses are chasing and chasing on the ground? There is no cavalry in the base!

According to Kazakh proverb, part of the ancestral inheritance is left to the guest. After such a chance encounter, the old man wanted to refuse to accept it, but Lin Mo was telling the truth. A Chinese guest was walking alone on the prairie and borrowed a horse temporarily. Although it is possible to travel for a living, of course it is impossible to bring the horse back home. Even if you bring it back, how will you raise it? It is not a kitten or puppy. Cat food and dog food are sold in any supermarket.

"Okay! If you need anything in the future, just ask. Kazakhs will do their best for their friends." The old man suddenly turned his head and glared at the strong men and said angrily: "What are you doing here? Why don't you get ready? Zai The fattest sheep! Bring out the best kumiss!"

That group of rough guys didn't dare to say anything, so they quickly dispersed and went to prepare.

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