The old man took Lin Mo's hand and walked to the yurt not far away, and asked: "My name is Burlanbai. Kazakhs don't have surnames like Han people. You can just call me Uncle Burlanbai. How do you like our guests?"
Title?! Where to go?"
Burlanbai means "wind" in Kazakh language.
"My name is Mo Lin, and I am traveling alone." Lin Mo activated a new identity name and directly explained the purpose of his visit. His itinerary was not a secret. This name from another world was the one with the lowest chance of being exposed or leaked.
"Travel?!" The old man Burlanbai was silent for a moment, "I advise you not to go further south. It is a desert there, but don't go in alone. It is too dangerous." As far as he knew, the south has always been there.
It is the scope of activities of the East Turkestan separatists. This young man went alone, especially as he is Chinese and Han, which has to be worrying.
"It doesn't matter! I have a friend who does business in a nearby town. I'm going to see him this time. I won't go too far south." Lin Mo made an excuse to cover up.
In the early 1990s, after the independence of Central Asian countries, separatist organizations operating in Kazakhstan and other Central Asian countries used the banner of "East Turkestan" to pose a threat to the security of Central Asian countries and regions, and have never stopped terrorist activities.
Lieutenant Colonel Xie of the intelligence team once pointed out the distribution of local forces in Lin Mo's regional power distribution map, and behind these armed organizations are the shadows of separatist forces such as the "World Uyghur Congress", the "East Turkistan Islamic Movement" and the "Uyghur People's Party"
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"Otherwise, I will let my second son Bareta Burke be your guide and protect you. All of my sons are eagles on the grassland!" Burlanbai was pulling out of the sheep.
A fat sheep shouted at several strong Kazakh men who were about to perform the operation and pursed their lips.
Faced with Uncle Bullanbai's enthusiasm, Lin Mo couldn't refuse. With a local as a guide, the safety factor could be slightly improved, "Okay, thank you, Uncle Bullanbai."
"Haha, good! Sure enough, it's the guests brought here by Allah, that's right!" Bullan laughed heartily, his gray beard twitching. Lin Mo had insisted on snatching it back from the horse thief.
He was already embarrassed when the horse was returned, but Lin Mo was able to accept his kindness, which finally made him mentally more balanced.
Darkness enveloped the endless grassland, and the green in the field of vision turned to black.
Sparks were constantly exploding in the oven in the felt room, and the aroma of the roasted mutton sprinkled with spices, mixed with the sweetness of kumiss, made everyone feel happy.
Burlanbai personally brought water for Lin Mo to wash his hands, and placed a plate of roasted lamb in front of him. According to custom, Lin Mo cut off a piece of cheek meat from the sheep head and tasted it first, and then cut off the left ear.
, and finally cut off the sheep's head and sent it back to Uncle Burlanbai.
After going through this process, the dinner party for Lin Mo officially began.
Hand-caught mutton, horse intestines, Baowurshak (oil fruit), pilaf, jenit (cold food mixed with millet, flour, oil, honey, etc.), and other ethnic delicacies were put on the table, but Lin Mo didn't have any.
Be polite, the more cautious politeness here is the disrespect for the host. The more you eat, the happier the host will be. This is what all hospitable nomads have in common.
"Izvenedi (I'm sorry)! Izvenedi (I'm sorry)!" The little boy's accent sounded like Russian, and he kept nodding and bending as if to apologize to Lin Mo.
Kazakhstan was originally a member of the Soviet Union. Although the national language is Kazakh, Russian is still the official language.
"Kid, get out of here!" Baltabok opened his eyes and drove him away unceremoniously in Kazakh. An inexplicable collision in a place like this is definitely not a good thing.
The little boy didn't dare to say anything. He seemed to be frightened by Balta Burke and turned pale. He quickly stepped back and bowed. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a hand pressed his shoulder and pulled him back.
"Boy, give me back my wallet!" Lin Mo said directly. Although he didn't understand Kazakh and Russian, he noticed carefully that after he spoke, the little boy's eyes rolled around a few times, showing a hint of panic.
, obviously also understands Chinese.
The little boy quickly waved his hands, shook his head, and spoke in a language that Lin Mo couldn't understand.
He wanted to seal the deal! Lin Mo laughed, pretending not to understand but still shaking his head and waving his hands. He was clearly pretending, so he didn’t say much nonsense and just searched the little boy a few times. A yellow leather wallet appeared in Lin Mo’s hand.
, money, cards, a lot.
The moment the wallet was found from his body, the little boy turned pale and struggled desperately, trying to escape from the owner's hands. There is a special custom in some places in Central Asia. A caught thief is likely to be raped by the owner.
Cutting off the hands, especially for horse thieves, is more likely to kill them.
But how could an ordinary little boy's strength be compared to that of a dragon knight? No matter how hard the little boy struggled, Lin Mo's hand did not relax. He was so young that he actually stole it from himself. He seemed to be quite discerning. His wallet was a trivial matter.
, Lin Mo was looking for someone from the town to ask for information about the contact person, when this little guy knocked on the door himself.
A smile appeared on Lin Mo's lips.
The little boy kept punching and kicking Lin Mo and struggled, clumsily shouting in Chinese: "Let go, let me go, help! There are traffickers! They are robbing people!" Sure enough, the little boy knew Chinese and could beat him up.
, these threatening words were not meant for others, but specifically for Lin Mo. As soon as Lin Mo panicked, the little boy would run away immediately. He was a local snake here, hiding in some hidden corner, really.
Hard to find.
But what's the use of this? As a dragon knight, what kind of battles have you never seen? As a high-end national strategic force, there are special trainings in both other worlds and this world. It is impossible to have someone to protect you all the time. If you don't order
In the face of experience, it is really unfair to be easily killed by an inconspicuous person.
The name of the contact person in this town is Aji. He is a short, fat, middle-aged man in his fifties with small eyes. He used to be a bandit. Since marrying a Uighur wife, he has been washed in gold. Sometimes,
He also did some work of selling stolen goods to earn some living money. As for his original name, no one knew it. Everyone who knew him called him "Aji Aji". Lin Mo came here this time to contact him for the next step.
route of action, because in such an area where various forces intersect, it is very difficult for a stranger to go deep, and he is likely to be attacked by anti-government armed forces or underworld forces who are extremely vigilant.
Just as he was about to ask for the address of the contact person, a stone hit Lin Mo fiercely with a roar...