Finest Servant

The blue sky was clear and clear like water, and the white clouds seemed to be floating in the sky. The golden sun shot through the clouds and sky like a sharp arrow, shining on the green grassland. The dewdrops that have not yet dissipated linger on the grass blades, reflecting a little bit of dazzling brilliance.

Green grass, white clouds, blue sky, Alxa Grassland is like a pure woman who opens her beautiful heart to everyone.

Thousands of horses are silent on the grassland, people's voices are boiling, and the white yurts, like blooming flowers, are displayed one by one. Countless flags of various colors are flying in the breeze in late spring. Thousands of Turkic horses are galloping on the grassland, their manes fluttering in the wind, black, yellow, and white, just like rolling mountains on the grassland. The knights on the horses, wearing brand-new bearded robes, can do whatever they want on the steeds, standing up and jumping sideways. Various difficult movements emerge one after another, attracting warm applause from the surrounding onlookers.

The most popular ones are of course the warriors with black masks on their heads, these are the elites participating in the Sheep Picking Conference. They have the tallest stature, the strongest physique, and the fastest horses. Even if they can't see their faces clearly, they can feel the strong self-confidence and pride in their hearts everywhere.

The Turks cheered heartily, giving their warmest praise and applause unreservedly to these mysterious warriors.

The beautiful Turkic girls sent by various ethnic groups to participate in the selection of relatives, dressed in the most beautiful festival costumes, were led by the elders of the clan and gradually gathered in the center of the grassland. Huge rough logs are used there. A huge long shed was erected. It is about two feet high and stretches for several miles.

In front of the shed. Dozens of high platforms were erected. Each high platform has a long rope hanging from the top, and a huge subway hook is hung below it. These are all used for hanging sheep. Wait for that rope to cut. The body of the sheep fell to the ground. The Sheep Picking Conference is about to officially begin.

More and more Turkic girls are choosing relatives. They gathered in the middle of the grassland and broke away from their respective tribes. Transfer to the tall white horse in a unified way, and gallop as much as you like.

The combination of beauty and white horse. It immediately became the biggest highlight on the grassland. Warriors of all ethnic groups are on the run, whether they are participating in picking sheep or not. All eyes are on here.

Like a beautiful white cloud, slowly moving in the grassland. The girls sang crisply. floating in the clear sky. Attracted countless whistles and cheers.

There have long been Turkic warriors who can't stand loneliness. He rode a horse and rushed forward. Not yet. He was splashed with clear water. This is the barbarian's warning to those who cross the line.

Looking at those drenched, dumbfounded warriors. Screams and whistles rang out all around, and the girls laughed one after another, in an endless stream.

The biggest advantage of participating in this meeting of picking sheep is that.

As long as you wear a mask. Nobody knows who you are. Take it this way. Turkic is to demonstrate the spirit of fair competition. No matter how powerful the Horde is. Still weak. It doesn't matter whether you are a prince, a rich man or an ordinary herdsman. As long as you have the ability. You can play to your heart's content, and. Don't worry about retaliation afterwards. In this case, the meeting of picking sheep is more intense and exciting. It is also more able to select real warriors.

And the difference between the various tribes. Take the flag as a sign. For example, the Bailing flag, eagle flag, tiger flag, etc. that I saw that day actually symbolized different tribes. There are hundreds of large and small tribes on the grassland. There are all kinds of strange flags, as if holding a world exhibition.

In the corner of the most edge of the grassland. Dozens of figures gathered here and there. They wear black masks on their heads, leaving only two eyes exposed. It symbolizes that these are all warriors participating in the sheep picking contest. on their flag. The bamboo one is a ferocious beast with teeth and claws, a ferocious expression, and is breathing fire.

"Old Hu. What is the flag you chose for us? Why didn't I recognize it for a long time?" One of the strong men wearing a mask looked around happily and saw no one. Noticing this, he asked in a low voice.

Among all the tribes that came to compete. This one is probably the smallest, with only a dozen or so people. And the location they chose was also the most remote place, several miles away from the center of the grassland, and it was obvious at first glance that it was a small tribe with no strength.

Old Hu next to him explained: "The Turkic people call this thing the soil rhinoceros. It is a beast that grows in the southern half of the grassland bordering the desert. It specializes in devouring wild horses and camels. Even lions and leopards are a little afraid of them. General Lin Said, this thing is very similar to our fire unicorn in Dahua, and the place we are playing now is a small tribe that has been exterminated among the nine surnames Tiele. It is called the Yuezhi. The location where the Yuezhi lives is exactly the same as The earth rhinoceros is similar, so we chose it as our flag."

Put it this way. Old Gao understood. He looked back. I saw a man on a horse in the middle of the team frowning in thought. It was unusually quiet.

Now in the grassland, Hu people are everywhere, and no one will notice such a weak tribe. Lin Wanrong is quite satisfied with this situation. Although there were many tribes on the grassland and the scene was very complicated, the tens of thousands of cavalry stationed outside the city and the barbarians who guarded the city were almost silent, which was very troublesome. If they don't move, how will the battle be fought?

While meditating, the high platform in the center of the grassland gradually became lively, but none of the people who wanted to see the place saw it. There was no right king Tu Suozuo, let alone Turkic Khan.

Lin Wanrong pointed to the high platform, frowned and said, "Brother Hu, are there only so many Turkic princes and nobles? It's not enough for Lao Gao to go down with a knife."

Hu Bugui shook his head with a smile: "Where, this hasn't started yet. The annual sheep gathering is the most lively event in Turkic. Not only the princes and nobles are definitely present, but even the Turkic Khan often visits. Look at this year's battle , even if the Turkic Khan does not come, Tu Suozuo will definitely be there."

Just as he was talking, the sound of rumbling hooves came from a distance, and thousands of Biao rode on the grass, and they were the elite Turkic cavalry guarding outside the city.

"The right king is here!" The nearby Hu people cheered excitedly, the warriors urged their horses to meet them, and the Turkic girl couldn't stop looking into the distance, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

Tu Suozuo led the way, followed by twenty or thirty luxuriously dressed barbarians. Look at that attire and momentum. It should be the princes and ministers who stayed in Kizil. further back. It is the elite Turkic cavalry. Look at that formation. There are as many as two thousand people. Presumably, he came here to protect King You and the ministers.

With a scimitar on his waist and military uniform on his body, Tu Suozuo smiled and waved to the crowd, and warm cheers resounded on the grassland. The crowd rushed forward. The leaders of all the tribes saluted and greeted the right king and the ministers, and presented the big names with fine wine. Tu Suozuo walked with the princes all the way, drinking like drinking water. It caused bursts of cheers.

"Brother Hu. Look at today's Goat Picking Contest. Will Tu Suozuo participate?!" Lin Wanrong watched for a long time. Suddenly asked Hu Bugui beside him.

Judging from the current situation. Turkic Khan did not come, which only shows that the charm of the sheep gathering is not enough. Lack of appearances by heavyweights. And this heavyweight. Naturally, he is the right king of Turkic.

Ruotu Suozuo just watched from the sidelines as a spectator. The Turkic cavalry outside the city would not have the opportunity to mobilize. Only the right king left the field in person. Turkic people will strengthen the protection of the scene of the sheep. In their defensive changes, the Dahua cavalry can look for opportunities.

Lao Hu hesitated for a while: "This. I can't say for sure. Look at his appearance. He is in military uniform. It seems that he is not ready to end. However, this is not necessarily the case. The key depends on whether the women who choose relatives will. There are characters who are his heart."

Lin Wanrong hummed. His face was as calm as water, and he didn't speak.

Who is the character who makes Tu Suozuo's heart beat. Everyone knows it. In fact. From the moment Yu Jia disappeared suddenly, this was the question in everyone's mind. But General Lin didn't say a word about it. No one dared to ask.

Tu Suozuo and the Turkic princes, surrounded by the crowd, rode slowly. All the way to the long shed. I saw this young and handsome King You coming. Just stand in front of yourself. The Turkic girls suddenly screamed excitedly.

Tu Suozuo boarded the long shed. His eyes are like electricity. The eyes continued to patrol the crowd, and the girls became more and more crazy. Shouting his name, they all crowded towards the long shed. No target found. Tu Suozuo looked a little disappointed. He raised his hand slightly to signal the crowd, with a confident smile on his face.

A Turkic priest. Slowly stand on the high platform. Holding a piece of silk in his hand, he began to read aloud. Lin Wanrong knew almost nothing about Turkic. Fortunately, Lao Hu's level is good enough. I listened to his translation.

The status of Turkic priests in the court of the Hu people. Just like the Minister of Rites, all major activities, such as sacrifices and expeditions. Turkic people will have rituals to sacrifice to heaven, which is no different from Dahua.

The old priest was chattering about something, probably praying to the heavens. All the Hu people looked solemn and listened to his instruction. On the high platform in front of the long shed. It has already been covered with fat sheep soaked in water. Slightly oily in the sun.

"Roar——" Lin Wanrong fell asleep when he heard it, and the cheers of the barbarians woke him up. Looking up, it turned out that the priest had already finished reading, and the tribes gradually dispersed, and the sheep picking meeting was about to begin.

Tu Suozuo slowly climbed onto one of the high platforms and was waving to the tribe. It seemed that he was the one who cut the first rope.

such a major event. If placed in Dahua. The Emperor will certainly be there in person. The Turkic Khan is unique. It's really puzzling that he didn't come to the scene in person.

"Brother Lin. Are we going to participate in this one?!" Seeing that the sheep gathering was about to start, Gao Chief was gearing up and said excitedly. To enter Kizil, one must win at least three games in the Yangyang Conference, which everyone knows.

Lin Wanrong shook his head: "Let's wait for a while and see the situation."

In the initial stage of the Hu people's sheep picking contest, the three tribes picked the sheep at the same time, and the one who reached the destination first was the winner. Every tribe can join at any time. But as long as you lose once, you will lose the qualification to continue participating.

The sheep picking conference was about to begin, and the warriors of the three tribes stood in a triangular position, exactly the same distance from the center of the grassland. The Turkic girls who chose their relatives did not blink their eyes, fearing that they would miss the opportunity to choose the most powerful warrior.

"Woo--" a short horn sounded, and Tu Suozuo waved the silver knife in his hand, and the water-soaked sheep fell heavily on the grass.

Shocking cheers erupted from the crowd, and the masked warriors of the three tribes frantically urged their fast horses to run towards the place where the sheep fell, and a cloud of mist suddenly rose from the grassland.

It was only a few hundred feet away, and it was there in the blink of an eye. The Turkic man rushing forward quickly bent down, picked up the bloody sheep's body with both hands, and slammed into the sky with one fell swoop. Others have not had time to cheer. Then there was a muffled sound. The warrior who was fishing for sheep was hit hard on the head. Rolled over and fell down. Blood splattered everywhere.

"Roar—" Seeing blood. The Turkic people on the grassland instantly went crazy. They roared and jumped up and down, their eyes flashed with excitement. He waved his arms vigorously, and shouted a strange number in his mouth.

The bloody sheep body had already fallen into the hands of another tribe, and they left behind five or six people desperately brandishing their scimitars. Block the pace of the enemy's pursuit. The remaining ten or so people rode their horses and galloped. Go to the destination.

The eyes of the backward second clan instantly turned red. More than twenty riders went up crazily. Chop opponents off horses in the blink of an eye and trample over them without hesitation. Chase hard.

The light of blood ran all the way along the grass. But no one cared about these. Girls scream, men cheer. The atmosphere at the scene was so enthusiastic that it almost turned the sky upside down.

In this endless madness. The warriors of the three tribes were entangled. The horses could no longer move forward. What pulling, blocking, transferring, pre-determined strategies are completely useless. Only by stepping on the opponent's body. They can move on.

The bloody sheep body has changed hands countless times. The warriors broke out with all their strength. With blood red eyes, they slashed and killed each other, and their flesh and blood continued to fly. People are constantly turning on their backs. He screamed loudly. The Turkic people watching the battle shouted and cheered frantically, their voices were hoarse. Completely disregarding those who fell down are their own compatriots. The barbarian girls danced excitedly.

+ Force determines everything.

A blunt knife is also a knife, and the brutality of the barbarians is no less than a life-and-death battle. Broken legs and waists, those fallen Turkic people. I'm afraid I won't be able to climb a horse for the rest of my life. At this moment, even if the opponent is replaced by their own relatives. These warriors will also be hands-on. The bloodiness of the barbarian is trained in this way. Lin Wanrong shook his head and remained silent. The high chief pouted secretly.

Tu Suozuo faced this brutal sheep grabbing contest. It has long been commonplace. His face was calm. He even smiled occasionally to encourage the warriors.

This game is over. Among the more than forty warriors. Still on the horse. There are only three people left. They lifted the plundered sheep over their heads. Excited to cross the finish line. Hu people flocked to them. A Turkic girl. Boldly rushed forward. Hand-woven flower baskets. Hanging on the neck of one of the warriors. Shyly turned and left.

The crowd burst into cheers, which meant that a young girl had already found the person she liked, although she had never even seen his face—the Turkic people's admiration for force was evident.

Those warriors wearing hoods left happily. According to the rules, their tribe is eligible to fight again. If they can win three games in a row, they can go to the city to pay homage to Khan, which is a great honor to the whole tribe.

Watch the battle down. I already have some understanding of this sheep gathering. Lin Wanrong nodded: "Before Tu Suozuo hasn't participated yet, brother Hu, let's go to the next match!"

No matter how the Hu people's city defense changes, someone must infiltrate the Turkic royal court to support it. And winning three games in the Sheep Picking Contest is undoubtedly the best way. But if you meet Tu Suozuo, the battle will be difficult. So he chose to do it first.

"That's right. Go! Go!" Old Gao smiled and said, "Just cover your face, and we'll kill the barbarians. But the barbarians still cheer for us. Such an opportunity is rare in a thousand years. Don't be polite, everyone."

Everyone laughed. Although Dahua people and Turkic people are different in appearance, as long as they cover their faces, no one can tell who the other is. Moreover, the Hu people are in the open, and they are in the dark. This battle has taken a big advantage.

Hu Bugui ostentatiously went to get a lottery, and the lottery made by Hu Ren was very simple, just drawing an animal figure on the sheepskin. The high chief took a few glances: "Hey, it seems to be a wild duck. I saw it by Lake Usub Nuoer."

Hu Bugui nodded with a smile: "Brother Gao has a good memory. You are right, we were assigned to the duck group."

"puff". Lin Wanrong, who was taking the water bag and gurgling to irrigate the ground, spewed out a sip of water, almost fainting in shock. What kind of chicken group and duck group, Turkic people's numbering, why are they so uneducated.

Lao Hu can understand that there is no one, two, three, four sons Chou Yinmao in Turkic, and the use of animal figures is simple and easy to remember, which also fits their personality.

The more than 20 brothers who participated in the sheep picking were carefully selected by Lao Hu. They not only had to be good at kung fu, but also knew a few words of Turkic. So, strictly speaking, in this team, Lin Wanrong is the one who speaks the worst Turkic language. Even Lao Gao is stronger than him.

Among the three teams in the duck group. In addition to a leopard flag, the figure of a lark was also seen. It was a joke that day. Never thought it would actually work. The old man laughed happily.

After checking that the knife is not sharpened. No one cares about them. And the starting point for the sheep. It is about two hundred feet away from the center of the grassland, and the map Suozuo is on the long shed. Looking around. Obviously absent-minded, of course, he would not notice this small Yuezhi tribe from the edge of the desert.

"Woo--" the horn blew, and Lin Wanrong galloped out with a bang. This time it's in great shape. As if floating with the clouds. Even Lao Hu couldn't keep up with him. There was a burst of cheers from the crowd. Shout out to him for his riding skills. It's just that Turkic people can't even dream of it. Under the dark mask, there was actually a yellow face.

There was a whirring wind in my ears. Accompanied by the wild howls of the barbarians watching the battle, the opponent's blue eyes could be faintly seen. Kizil was right in front of him, but Lin Wanrong was as calm as water. Except for the sound of hooves. It seems that nothing can be heard.

The lightness of the Lark Tribe certainly lives up to its reputation. That rushed to the forefront. It was the equestrian master Hu who I met that day. He runs like flying, with his body slightly on one side. Then he copied the wet sheep body in his hand. Lark land people. Shocking cheers sounded immediately.

The barbarians of the Leopard family are not a place to eat. Before the lark tribe could react. Behind them, five horses rushed out with bridles. Surrounded the Hu people who robbed the sheep in the middle. Waving the scimitar in his hand, he rushed straight up.

Lark was clearly prepared. He gave a loud shout. Hold the sheep's body with both hands. Throw it forward.

"Huyou (good)—" several excited shouts sounded at the same time. The larks who were running in front struggled to catch the sheep, galloped like flying horses, and ran towards the finish line.

Before the five Leopard Banner Hu people in the besieging area understood the situation, the Turkic man with excellent riding skills suddenly turned around. A heavy scimitar knocked them off the horse in an instant.

How could Lao Gao let go of this golden opportunity. He rides the tide. The horseshoe stomped heavily on the stomachs of the two barbarians. Just go down with two knives. The barbarian was silent again.

"Huyou (good)—" Seeing such a superb knife technique. The Turkic people watching frantically screamed and cheered. Looking at the high chief's eyes full of worship and admiration. Old Gao Dale: "Huyou. You are also Huyou. Haha!"

Hu Bugui slashed twice. The remaining three barbarians fell sideways. The lark turned and ran away in shock. This barbarian's riding skills are really superb. Old Hu pushed behind him. Can't even catch up.

The sheep is in the hands of the lark. The Hu people of the two ethnic groups had already fought in a melee. The horses staggered, and they were merciless, even more ruthless than on the battlefield. Dahua Knight seemed unable to catch up with them, but deliberately picked up ready-made land. Looking at the ground where the horse fell, he stepped on the knife and slashed, very busy.

"Go!" Seeing that the opponent's consumption is almost the same. Lin Wanrong gave a low shout, and the brothers behind him rushed up with a crash, slashing with their knives. They have been recharging their batteries for a long time. Dun like wolves like sheep, in Hu

Shouting and chopping barbarians, this feeling is indescribably exciting!

There is Lao Gao taking the lead. Although it is a blunt knife, it is fun to kill. Seeing that there are few Turkic people left. Hu Bugui winked. Suddenly, several Dahua soldiers "screamed". fell down. The Hu people onlookers were excited and applauded loudly. There were screams one after another.

The pressure on the lark that was still struggling to support was relieved, and it was overjoyed immediately, and with a bang, it threw the sheep body out with all its strength.

The barbarian with magical equestrian skills in front had already been waiting, and grabbed the sheep's body with his hands. Just about to run away. Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind blowing in front of me. He shrank his head busy. The body is tightly crouched on the horse's back, and the pedals are double-pedaled. Jump out.

Sly boy! Lin Wanrong snorted angrily, and got ahead of him, blocking his route with his horse. At the same time, he swung the knife horizontally and chopped off at his waist.

The Hu man grabbed the sheep and was powerless to fight back. In a hurry, his excellent riding skills played a role. He hugged the horse's belly and whirled around. When the blade came, he got under the horse again. .

After walking side by side for a few steps, the barbarian went up and down like a monkey, and Lin Wanrong was dazzled. If he didn't do it, he wouldn't stop, he let out a hey, raised his big knife, and slashed hard on the horse's back.

The Turkic horse fell limply, and the lark lost its attachment, and fled in horror, but was chopped down by Hu Bugui who caught up with him.

"Roar—" the old man held the sheep's body high and rushed across the finish line excitedly. Hu people from all around rushed up, cheering.

Lin Wanrong deliberately stayed at the end and looked up into the distance. The Turkic princes whispered excitedly, but Tu Suozuo could no longer be seen.

"General, what's the matter?!" Hu Bugui was the closest to him, seeing him looking around, hurriedly approached him and asked.

Lin Wanrong shook his head, solemnly said: "Tusuo Zuo is gone!"

Hu Bugui was taken aback, and glanced quickly, and sure enough, the place where the long shed was located was empty, and the Turkic Right King disappeared at some point.

"Could it be that he went to the latrine?!" Old Hu whispered.

Can I answer your question? ! Lin Wanrong rolled his eyes helplessly, while Old Hu laughed and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Grandma, why didn't anyone come to give me flowers? The Turkic woman is blind!!!" Lao Gao walked over angrily, and swung the machete in his hand a few times.

That's right, why no one offered flowers? Lao Gao's words awakened Lin Wanrong. With the high chief's performance today, it fell into the eyes of those Turkic girls who only recognize kung fu but not people. It is abnormal that no one appreciates it. He hurriedly turned his head, and with a glance, he saw that there was a problem.

The Turkic girls who were happily enjoying the sheep gathering were all looking south at this moment, looking for something with their eyes wide open. Lao Gao, who was victorious here, never even glanced at him.

All eyes turned to the south. The Alashan Grassland, which was still in full swing just now, instantly became quieter than a lake.

Tu Suozuo disappeared, the girl stopped shouting, and the grassland became so quiet, what happened? Lao Gao and Gao looked at each other, puzzled in their hearts, and they didn't know who to ask for an answer.

In the distance, a small black spot appeared on the grassland. Tick, tick, the sound of hoofbeats hit everyone's heart. The figure gradually came into view, it was actually a green pony, shaking its head, it was an extraordinary horse.

Immediately sat a young woman, with cloudy hair flowing down like a rushing black waterfall, her skin was as crystal clear as jade in Tianchi Lake, her face was covered with a transparent light-colored veil, her beautiful pupils rolled slightly, like Autumn waves, dark and moist, with a touch of almost invisible faint blue, deep and clear, like Namtso Lake in the depths of the grassland, crystal clear and clean. The breeze brushed the starting point of the veil, and the corners of her rosy lips were slightly upturned, drawing a pretty arc of a smile, like a crescent moon rising from the sky.

It's like seeing you for the first time! Lin Wanrong sighed silently at the word that came out of his heart suddenly.

"It's Yujia!!!" Hu Bugui and Lao Gao couldn't even close their mouths in shock. The Turkic girls screamed, mounted their white horses, and rushed frantically to where Yujia was standing.

"Woo--"

"Woo--"

"Woo--"

Three long horns sounded heavily in the grassland, the earth gradually trembled, thunderous hoofbeats came surging, and smoke and dust billowed under the city of Kizil, as if thousands of troops rushed over. Countless golden wolf flags flutter in the wind.

The high chief raised his eyebrows and looked at it, and said in surprise: "The Turkic cavalry and the Kizil guards are all coming this way, what's going on?!"

The dust gradually dissipated, and tens of thousands of Turkic elites lined up and slowly marched over. In the distant city of Kizil, the city guards filed out to back them up. These are the most elite Turkic cavalry, with a well-organized military appearance and a sturdy look. Before they approach, there is a murderous aura rushing towards them.

In the middle of the two armies, sixteen red bloody horses pulled a huge carriage and moved forward slowly. A tall yellow tent was erected on the carriage, with golden wolf heads embroidered around it. The wind blew the veil, the carriage was silent, and no one knew who was sitting in it.

The Turkic cavalry slowly surrounded Yu Jia and the girls, and they turned around slowly. The formation was like a spreading circle, and they slowly moved around, excluding everyone. The golden veil fluttered slightly in the breeze, Yue Yue'er's figure gradually blurred, and finally disappeared into the crowd. Slowly, even the Turkic girls could not be seen.

"The Turkic Khan is here!" He said excitedly.