Super Soldier King

Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi continued to lead the horse on the road. At night, the horse's eyes could not see clearly, so they dared not run, so they had to be led.

The two walked along the path, and after a short while, the faint sound of rumbling water came. Sure enough, before walking too far, a wide and gentle river appeared in front of the two of them. The snow melted, although the river is not deep, but there is a lot of water, and when it reaches the foot of the mountain, it meets 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 several hundred meters up the water, and they saw a flat land full of mountain flowers.

The horses were put away, the tent was set up, a bonfire was lit, and a hare and a suckling sheep were roasted. The two of them ate a big meal. I have to say that people who practice martial arts have a lot of food. When it comes to food, he is no less than Tyson.

After eating and washing, the two entered the tent and rested casually. Ye Haoran needs to rest, but Wang Yushi is still in the recovery period, so he still needs it. Wang Yushi also understood what Ye Haoran meant, so she naturally seized the time to recover from her injuries. The two rested separately. In the middle of the night, there was a rush of horseshoes in the distance, and there were a lot of horseshoes.

Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi looked at each other.

Not long after, the horses approached. Although it was dark, the opponent's horses were able to run fast, which meant that the opponent's horses must have received special training. Moreover, listening to the sound of hooves, there were at least thirty horses running .

"Hey... Which road is your friend ahead of you?" In the dark, 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 go climbing, rest here," Ye Haoran stepped out of the tent and replied.

Hearing Ye Haoran's voice, the other side seemed to relax a lot, and then a dozen people came over driving a large group of horses through the water. Those horses were tall and mighty, and they seemed to be different from the breed that Ma Huaiyuan grazed. They should be pure Mongolian horses.

"I'm sorry to disturb you two to rest, but this is the only place that is big enough, we have to rest here," an old man at the front, dressed in leather felt clothes, came over and cupped his hands towards Ye Haoran.

Ye Haoran understood, it seems that these people should be dedicated horse herders, they are different from Ma Huaiyuan and others, although Ma Huaiyuan also raises horses, but he has already settled down, except driving the horses to keep warm during the coldest time Outside of the place, he usually lives at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

And these 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, maybe they are the vanguard. The real nomadic Mongolian people are a big family with hundreds of people who migrated around, otherwise they wouldn't be called people on horseback.

Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi tidied up the tent, led two horses, and made an open space.

Seeing that Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi were both young men and women, and they were leading horses and carrying daily necessities, the group of people felt relieved. More than a dozen people immediately got busy, some took the horses to drink water, some set up tents, Some lighted a bonfire, and quickly cleaned up.

Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi couldn't understand a group of people speaking in babbling Mongolian.

Not long after, the delicious smell of barbecue wafted over, and the old man in the lead cupped his hands at Ye Haoran and said, "If you two don't dislike it, come over and talk."

Ye Haoran rubbed his stomach, and of course he was not polite, so he walked over with Wang Yushi and sat around with the group of Mongolian men.

Mongolians are always generous in drinking, so they threw a big bag of kumiss to Ye Haoran and toasted.

Ye Haoran really liked this wine, he let go of his chest and drank it, took a few sips, and drank three kilograms of kumiss.

"Okay!" Seeing that Ye Haoran could drink so well, the group of men immediately applauded, raised the leather jugs in their hands, and drank heavily, and the atmosphere immediately became lively.

Alcohol is always the best way to communicate, Ye Haoran drank so much that the Mongolians around him all regarded Ye Haoran as a friend.

"Young man, where are you going?" the old man in charge asked.

Ye Haoran pointed to the top of the mountain, and said: "Go to Tuomur Peak, climb the peak, we are going to explore and climb the mountain."

Hearing this, the old man shook his head and said, "Young man, it's really not the right time for you to come this time."

Ye Haoran just didn't know, and said: "Why, now that the ice and snow are thick and solid, it is a good time to climb the mountain."

"The timing is just right, but the opportunity is not good. Now, the mountain is not very flat," the old man said in a low voice.

"Not peaceful?" Ye Haoran's eyes flashed a light, "Old man, why is it not peaceful?"

"Oh, this 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 are whipping our horses to drive the mountain road in the middle of the night? It's because, there are There are a lot of dead people," the old man shook his head and sighed, he hadn't seen such a miserable scene for many years.

"Dead?" Ye Haoran muttered, knowing in his heart that it seemed that the fight for the Spirit Grass Garden had already begun.

"Yes, so, you better not go," the old man pulled out a pipe from his waist, knocked it, lit it, and started smoking.

"Grandpa, don't Hamou first..." A big Mongolian man next to him came over, uttered words that Ye Haoran could not 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, and it was an answer. It is estimated that the big man was asking how to relocate now. The old man pointed to a road around the mountain. Although it was far away, it was far away from Tomur Peak, so it should be safe.

Ye Haoran leaned over and took a look at the map. Although the map is relatively simple, it has a comprehensive picture of Tomur Peak.

"Old man, can you give us a map," Ye Haoran said, "Oh, our two horses are no longer needed, so I can exchange them for your map."

The old man looked back at Ye Haoran, frowned, knocked on his cigarette pouch, and said, "Young man, do you still decide to go to the summit?"

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, then at Wang Yushi, and he understood slightly in his heart that it seemed that these two teenagers were also running for something on Tuomur Peak.

Sighing, the old man gave instructions to the Mongolian man, and the Mongolian man handed over the map and gave it to Ye Haoran.

The old man said: "Young man, it is fate for us to get together, so I will tell you a few words. On this mountain, you must not blaspheme the Snow God. She will rain down an avalanche to punish sin. If you really encounter an avalanche, remember not to hide under the rocks." , be careful to be crushed to death. Oh, look, on the other side of the mountain, there are hot spring sanatoriums, and some of them are guarded by gunmen, and if they are in danger, they will flee there."

The old man was very careful, and pointed out a few ways for Ye Haoran to escape.

Ye Haoran thanked, 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.

A group of people were about to rest after eating and drinking, but there was a sound of footsteps in the distance. Perhaps the bonfire attracted the people in the distance. Soon, more than a dozen men in black in night clothes came not far from the bonfire. .

"Which way is the friend ahead?" those people shouted. It seems that everyone has a strong sense of prevention, and they didn't get too close, but only asked questions from a distance.

The old Mongolian man beside Ye Haoran didn't dare to be careless, stood up and said: "We are driving horses, so we rest here."

Hearing the old man's Mongolian Mandarin, the people in the distance calmed down, and soon more than a dozen people in black night clothes came over.

Ye Haoran narrowed his eyes. These people were carrying big bags and their waists were bulging. Obviously, they were carrying hot weapons, and judging from their walking postures, they were obviously Lianjiazi, but their kung fu foundation was not very good, after all If you have reached the level of an ancient warrior, you don't need to carry guns and ammunition.

These people walked over, and the atmosphere in the field became obviously cold. These Mongolian men who had been running the rivers and lakes for a long time smelled a smell of blood from these dozen or so people.

The men in black were considered polite, but they just sat down in the northeast corner. The leader had a scar on his face. It didn't look like a knife wound, but more like a knife wound after being shot by a bullet.

"We passed by here, and we happened to be a little hungry. Let's use the bonfires of our friends." The leader with a scarred face cupped his hands towards the old man, and then waved his hand without waiting for the old man's answer, and the people behind him immediately got busy Get up, quickly set up a pot to cook, and get busy.

Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi looked at each other, and there was a bit of worry in their eyes.

There are too many people here! Moreover, there is such a small character!

A group of people were busy working on their own, apparently not paying attention to Ye Haoran and other Mongolians. They talked loudly while boiling water and cooking.

"Brother, you said we came here from all the way, and we are carrying a spectrum scanning machine, a life detector, what the hell is this?" A man in black in the corner muttered dissatisfiedly, rubbing his hands calf.

"Don't ask too many questions. We have to come after the orders from above. Don't worry. I've checked. The money is already in the account. No matter what they are doing, we will have a million after we finish the work. It's easy. .” Scarface took out a pack of red Nanjing and smoked it.

"I don't think it's easy. We usually do a big business, and we have millions of dollars. We don't have to travel so far, just like setting fire and killing people," the man complained.

"Enough!" Scarface scolded, then glanced at the other Mongolians, and then stared at Wang Yushi and Ye Haoran, "You two... don't look like Mongolians."

A cold light flashed in Scarface's eyes, staring at Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi.