Nightfall

Volume Two The Winter Lake Chapter 30 Choice of Campsite

Ten people tired of horse dust carts naturally cannot affect the situation of the wasteland. The barbarian Wang Ting ’s negotiations with the Central Plains Allied Forces have nothing to do with them. After the horse thieves looted the grain and grass and lost it, they still insist on coming here. The disciples of Mochiyuan themselves Knowing that it is to seek justice, and in the eyes of others, it is forced to come and wait for the temple ’s processing results. The prospect is bleak and no light. Naturally, no one would be willing to come close, even if the bookworm is rumored to be in the carriage.

The grassland beside the male mountain is endless. Although there are tens of thousands of people gathered here and the tents are blooming in the winter season, there are still enough places for people. In order to show sincerity, Wang Ting agreed that the Central Plains Allied Forces should choose a place to deploy the horses. The person in charge of this matter was a principal in the Xiling Temple. After seeing the ceremony indifferently and judiciously, he directly brought the disciples of Mochiyuan to a place.

The two tents were not far from the coalition tent, but just behind the tent, it seemed a bit remote, and the terrain was slightly higher. The disciples of Mochiyuan walked into the tent and watched the pre-prepared utensils. It's not bad. I knew in my heart that the coalition army had given some face because of the relationship between the mountain owner.

It was just from being picked up here by the Wang Ting cavalry that until this moment, except for the temple chief, there was not a big figure from the upper ranks of the coalition forces or the temple, plus the indifferent vision of those who came from the Central Plains all the way, The disciples of Mochiyuan knew that they were deliberately excluded from others, and their emotions inevitably fell.

Tmall girl is too young to think of it naturally. She looked at the thick woolen mattress in the tent, thinking that she could finally sleep well tonight, instead of squeezing in the narrow carriage with the mountain owner, it seemed A little happy.

The experience of being excluded and deliberately forgotten, Ning Que had experienced in the college last year, so he was used to it and didn't care much, just thought the location of this campsite seemed a bit inappropriate.

He walked out of the tent and looked away.

The **** horse carrying a heavy suitcase walked in front of him, arched him gently with the horse, and made an unpleasant gasp like a bellows, which seemed extremely laborious.

Ning lacked the mane on its neck and smiled and scolded: "Do n’t always be in front of me for being so hard-working, so much as to make you work like this, and leave later, do n’t rush to unload your luggage, if Go hungry and find some grass for yourself. "

The **** horse stared at the big eyes, looking at the looming grass in the winter wind, thinking of the pain. These grasses have fewer heads than the barbarian's head. Where can they feed themselves?

The **** horse is violent, but if it is tamed, it is undoubtedly a rare horse riding in the world. If you let others show its true strength, it will definitely be a tribute like a baby. A dog, having no food at home, kicked the door and let it go to the street to pick up the bones left by the neighbor?

However, he only served the discipline of Qi Ningque. Seeing that Ning Que really didn't mean to ask for hay for him, he kicked the horse's hoof in despair and walked outside the camp. He didn't know where he could find some food to eat.

It's still early, but due to the short winter in the bitter cold northland, the sun on the sky dome has the smell of nearly twilight, and it slowly falls to the ground, and the light gradually turns red.

A cold wind hit the back of the gentle slope. Ning Que didn't know where to take a cotton scarf and tucked it into the neckline. He said to the man next to him: "This is the air outlet, it will be cold at night."

Juhua is the oldest among the disciples of Mochiyuan, and is gentle and gentle, listening to Ning Que ’s reminder, knowing that the former shrine master and bringing himself to camp here, he still has such a boring and mean meaning. Even if she felt annoyed, she didn't know what to do.

Ning Que pulled a prairie man walking by, with a gentle and sincere expression.

Mo Shanshan didn't get off the train until he heard Ning Que's incomprehensible words, and then lifted the car curtain and walked down. After the man on the grassland left, she walked to him and frowned at Mo Mei, saying, "Brother, even you You know all that? "

Because of the strong Tang Dynasty and the constant preaching of the temple, the Central Plains language has been extremely popular on the grasslands, but there are still many barbarians who are accustomed to speak their old language, so-called barbaric language.

Ning Que said: "I said the Ximan words better."

Ju Zhihua asked, "Brother Zhong, what did you say to that person before?"

"I asked him if he could set up his own account on the grassland."

Ning Que smiled and continued, "The barbarian said that we are Shanyu's most distinguished guests, so as long as it is Shanyu's pasture, we can choose any place to live."

Hearing this sentence, the disciples of Mochiyuan outside the tent understood his meaning and laughed. They thought it was good to choose another campsite. Since the temple treats itself like this, why should it be too close to them? .

Juhua Hua smiled and looked at Ning Que, thinking that there was no mature man in the same class. When facing many problems and choices, he did have less courage. In this case, the mountain owner could not change it.

"Where should we move?"

Ning Que looked above the grassland.

By the decree of the shrine, the Central Plains countries sent people to assist Yan to participate in the war. On the two fronts of Yanbei, at least hundreds of thousands of people were gathered, but now the peace is deep in the wilderness to conduct peace talks. It is naturally impossible for the countries to pull everyone over. , But the cavalry guarding the nobles gathered together, at least there were thousands of riders.

In the setting sun, the tents are everywhere, and the flags are spreading. On the west side, there are not many tents on the pasture, but they are arranged in an orderly manner, and the flags that hunt and dance in the cold wind are also particularly spirited, and the vaguely visible The cavalry queue is even more neat and timid than the Central Plains cavalry on this side.

The world generally thinks that the most elite cavalry in the world is the Xiling Temple Guardian Army, but the number of temple cavalry is too small, strictly controlled under the thousand riders according to the canon, so the truly powerful cavalry is the other two.

On the wasteland over the Tianqi Mountain, the gold bills were paid to Wang Ting cavalry under his command ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and Tang Qi.

Ning Que pointed to the orderly tent on the west side of the pasture, and the familiar military flags, saying, "We are camping there."

The disciples of Mochiyuan recognized Tang Jun ’s camp there. After a moment of stun, they agreed to his suggestion. Dahe Kingdom and Tang Dynasty have been friends for generations. Department, I believe that no one can say any harsh words.

It is a pity that the young girls in the Dahe Kingdom still did not expect that they abandoned the camp designated by the temple and chose to live next to the Tang camp, which still attracted the attention of many people and caused a lot of criticism.

Looking at the more than ten people who were tired of the horse-carriage walking towards the Tang camp, the swordsman from Nanjin looked indifferent. The eyes of the lunar monk sneered, and the shrine ’s principal expression yīn Shen said: "Want to hug Tang tuǐ go with."

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(I know there is no rest today, so I have been writing, but everyone understands that it is getting slower and slower now, and I will cheer up! Girls, hug me and encourage me!) A.