Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi continued to lead the horse on the road. At night, the horse could not see clearly and did not dare to run, so it had to be held by others.
The two people walked along the path. Not long after, the faint sound of rumbling water came. Sure enough, not far away, a wide and gentle river appeared in front of the two people. This river came from the mountain peak. Although the river is not deep, it has a lot of water. When it reaches the foot of the mountain, it merges with the snow water from other places to form the source of the Yellow River.
"Let's find a dry place to rest." Ye Haoran said.
Wang Yushi agreed.
The two of them walked a few hundred meters up the water and saw a flat land filled with mountain flowers.
After putting away the horses and setting up the tent, they lit a bonfire and roasted a hare and suckling goat. The two of them had a big meal. It has to be said that martial arts practitioners have a big appetite. Even the slim Wang Yushi couldn't eat When it comes to getting up for a meal, he's just as good as Tyson.
After eating and washing, the two of them entered the tent and rested at will. Ye Haoran needed a rest, but Wang Yushi was in the recovery period and still needed it. Wang Yushi also understood what Ye Haoran meant. She naturally took the time to recover herself. After suffering their injuries, the two of them rested separately. Late at night, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves in the distance, and there were many horses' hooves.
Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi looked at each other.
Not long after, the horses were approaching. Although it was dark night, the opponent's horses were able to run very fast. This showed that the opponent's horses must have received special training. Moreover, listening to the sound of the horses' hooves, there were at least thirty horses running. .
"Uh... which road are you friends on?" In the darkness, a man with a strong Mongolian accent asked, but he spoke Mandarin, which shows that Mandarin has long been popularized in this snow-capped mountain.
"Those who are going to climb mountains should rest here." Ye Haoran walked out of the tent and replied.
Hearing Ye Haoran's voice, the people there seemed to relax a lot, and then a dozen people drove a large group of horses over through the water. The horses were tall and powerful, and seemed to be different from the breeds that Ma Huaiyuan grazed. The difference should be that it is a pure Mongolian horse.
"I'm sorry to disturb you two from resting. This is the only place that is big enough, so we have to rest here." An old man at the front, wearing leather clothes, walked over and cupped his hands towards Ye Haoran.
Ye Haoran understood. It seemed that these people should be dedicated horse herders. They were different from Ma Huaiyuan and others. Although Ma Huaiyuan also raised horses, he had semi-settled down. Except when it was the coldest, he would drive the horses to keep them warm. Apart from other places, he usually lives at the foothills of Tianshan Mountain.
The people in front of them should be the Mongolian survivors. They still live a nomadic life, but the number of horses of these people is too small. They may be the vanguard. The real nomadic Mongols are a big clan with hundreds of families. They move around, otherwise they wouldn’t be called a nation on horseback.
Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi packed up the tent, led the two horses, and made way for an open space.
The group of people felt relieved when they saw that Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi were both young men and women, and they were holding horses and carrying daily necessities. More than ten people immediately got busy, some went to take the horses to drink, and some set up tents. Some lit bonfires and quickly finished cleaning up.
A group of people spoke babbling Mongolian, but neither Ye Haoran nor Wang Yushi could understand them.
Not long after, the fragrant smell of barbecue wafted over, and the old man at the head cupped his hands towards Ye Haoran and said, "If you two don't mind, come over and talk."
Ye Haoran touched his belly, and of course he was not polite, so he and Wang Yushi walked over and sat together with the group of Mongolian men.
Mongolians are always generous in drinking. He handed Ye Haoran a big bag of koumiss and toasted him.
Ye Haoran really liked this wine, so he started drinking it freely. After a few sips, he drank three kilograms of kumiss.
"Okay." Seeing Ye Haoran's ability to drink, these men immediately applauded, raised their leather jugs, and drank heavily, and the atmosphere immediately became lively.
Drinks are always the best way to socialize. After Ye Haoran drank so much, all the Mongolians around him unconsciously regarded Ye Haoran as their friends.
"Young man, where are you going?" the old man at the head asked.
Ye Haoran pointed to the top of the mountain and said: "Go to Tomur Peak and climb the peak. We are going to explore and climb the mountain."
After hearing this, the old man shook his head and said, "Young man, you are here at the wrong time."
Ye Haoran just didn't know, and said: "Why, now the ice and snow are thick and solid, it is a good time to climb mountains."
"The time is right, but the opportunity is not good. Now, the mountain is not peaceful." The old man whispered.
"It's not peaceful." Ye Haoran's eyes flashed with light, "Old man, it's not peaceful."
"Oh, the world has not been so chaotic for a long time. To tell you the truth, young man, we just came from the other side of the mountain. Why do you think we have to whip the horses on the mountain road in the middle of the night? It's because, there are people over there. There are a lot of dead people." The old man shook his head and sighed. He had not seen such a miserable scene for many years.
"Dead man." Ye Haoran muttered, knowing in his heart that it seemed that the fight for the Lingcao Garden had already begun.
"Yes, so you'd better not go." The old man took out a pipe from his waist, stoked it, lit it, and started smoking.
"Grandpa, General Ha..." A big Mongolian man walked over next to him, speaking words that Ye Haoran couldn't understand, and said to the old man.
The old man responded.
The Mongolian man took out a folded map from his pocket, pointed at it, and asked the old man something.
The old man pointed on the map as an answer. I guess the big man was asking how to move now. The old man pointed to a road around the mountain. Although it was far away, it was far away from Tomur Peak and should be safe.
Ye Haoran leaned over and took a look at the map. Although this map was relatively simple, it had a very comprehensive map of Tomur Peak.
"Old man, can you give us a copy of this map?" Ye Haoran said, "Oh, our two horses are no longer needed, so I will use them to exchange for your map."
The old man looked back at Ye Haoran, frowned, knocked on his pipe, and said, "Young men, have you decided to go to the peak?"
Ye Haoran nodded and said: "Of course."
Wang Yushi has been sitting by the campfire, eating barbecue, with a calm expression.
The old man glanced at Ye Haoran and then at Wang Yushi, and he understood slightly that it seemed that these two teenagers were also heading for something on Tomur Peak.
Sighing, the old man gave instructions to the Mongolian man. The Mongolian man handed over the map and gave it to Ye Haoran.
The old man said: "Young man, it is fate that we are together. I will tell you a few words. You must not blaspheme the Snow God on this mountain. She will bring down avalanches to punish sins. If you really encounter an avalanche, remember not to hide under the rocks." , be careful of being crushed to death, oh, look, there are hot springs and sanatoriums on the other side of the mountain, and several of them are guarded by people with guns. If you encounter danger, run to that side."
The old man was very attentive and gave Ye Haoran some tips on how to escape.
Ye Haoran thanked him, scanned the map a few times, pointed, and asked the old man about the characteristics of some places.
After asking these questions, Ye Haoran put away the map.
After a group of people had eaten and drank, they were about to rest when a burst of footsteps sounded in the distance. Perhaps the bonfire attracted people from afar. Soon, a dozen men in black clothes wearing night clothes came not far from the bonfire. .
"Where are our friends ahead?" Those people shouted. It seemed that everyone had a strong sense of precaution. They didn't get too close and just asked questions from a distance.
The old Mongolian man next to Ye Haoran did not dare to be careless. He stood up and said, "We are driving horses and we are resting here."
Hearing the old man's Mandarin with a Mongolian flavor, the people in the distance calmed down, and soon more than ten people in black night clothes came over.
Ye Haoran narrowed his eyes. These people were carrying big bags and had bulging waists. It was obvious that they were carrying thermal weapons, and judging from the way they walked, it was obvious that they were practicing martial artists, but their kung fu foundation was not very good. After all, If Jing reaches the level of an ancient warrior, there is no need to carry guns and ammunition.
As these people walked over, the atmosphere in the venue became obviously colder. These Mongolian men, who had been running around for a long time, smelled the smell of blood from these more than ten people.
The men in black were quite polite and sat down in the northeast corner. The leader of the group had a scar on his face. It didn't look like a knife wound, but more like a bullet wound caused by an operation.
"We were passing by here, and we happened to be a little hungry, so we borrowed the bonfire provided by our friends." The leader with a scarred face arched his hands towards the old man, and then waved his hand without waiting for the old man to answer, and several people behind him immediately started working. Get up, quickly set up a pot and cook, and get busy.
Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi looked at each other, with a bit of worry in their eyes.
There were really too many people coming, and there were even such small-time minions.
A group of people were busy minding their own business, obviously not paying attention to Ye Haoran and the other Mongolians. They were boiling water for cooking and talking loudly.
"Brother, you said that we came all the way here and carried a spectrum scanner and a life detector. What the hell are we doing?" A man in black in the corner muttered dissatisfiedly, rubbing himself with both hands. calf.
"Don't ask too many questions. We have to come here after the orders are given. Don't worry. I've seen it. The money is already in the account. It doesn't matter what they do. After we finish the work, we will have one million. It's easy." ." Scarface took out a pack of red Nanjing and started smoking.
"I don't think it's easy. We usually make big deals and have millions, and we don't have to travel so far to set fires, kill people, etc." The man complained.
"That's enough." Scarface scolded, then his eyes swept over the other Mongolians, and then his eyes were stunned on Wang Yushi and Ye Haoran, "You two... don't look like Mongolians."
A cold light flashed in the scarred face's eyes, staring at Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi.