Chapter 3764

Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi continued to lead the horse on the road. At night, the horse couldn't see clearly and didn't dare to run. They had to be led by people.

Two people along the path, all the way, not long after, the rumbling sound of the water came, sure enough, not far away, a wide and gentle river appeared in front of them, the river is the snow on the mountain, although the river is not deep, but the water is enough, to the foot of the mountain, join other places of snow, it formed the source of the Yellow River.

"Let's find a dry place to rest," said Ye Haoran.

Wang Yushi agreed.

Two people along the current up a few hundred meters, they saw a beautiful plain.

After setting up the horses, setting up the tent, lighting a bonfire and baking a hare and a suckling sheep, the two people had a meal. It has to be said that the people who practice martial arts have a large appetite. Even the slim Wang Yushi can eat no less than Tyson.

After eating and washing, they went into the tent and settled down at will. Ye Haoran needs a rest, but Wang Yushi is in the recovery period, so he still needs it. Wang Yushi also understands Ye Haoran's meaning. She naturally takes time to recover her injury. Two people each rest, late at night, the distance is a burst of rapid sound of the horse's hooves, and, a lot of hooves.

Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi look at each other.

It wasn't long before the horses got close. Although it was dark, the other side's horses were able to run fast, which means that the other side's horses must have been specially trained. Moreover, listening to the sound of the horses' hooves, at least more than 30 horses were running.

"Oh In the dark, a man with a strong Mongolian accent asked, but he spoke Putonghua, which shows that Putonghua has long been popular in this snow mountain.

"Those who go to climb mountains, rest here," Ye Haoran answered as he walked out of the tent.

Hearing Ye Haoran's voice, there seemed to be a lot of relaxation, and then a dozen people came with a large group of horses dripping water. Those horses are tall and powerful. They seem to be different from the breeds Ma Huaiyuan grazes. They should be pure Mongolian horses.

"I'm sorry to disturb you to have a rest. This is really the only place that is big enough. We have to have a rest here," said an old man in front of us, dressed in leather felt clothes, bowing to Ye Haoran.

Ye Haoran understood that these people should be special horse herders. They are different from Ma Huaiyuan and others. Although Ma Huaiyuan is also a horse herder, he has already settled down. In addition to driving the horses to warmer places when it is coldest, he usually lives at the foot of Tianshan Mountain.

At present, these people are supposed to 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 troops. The real nomadic Mongols are all a big family, with hundreds of people moving around, otherwise they would not be called the people on horseback.

Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi clean up the tent, lead two horses, let out a piece of open space.

When they saw that ye Haoran and Wang Yushi were both young men and women, and they were still holding horses and necessities of life, they were all relieved. More than a dozen people immediately got busy. Some went to take horses to drink, some set up tents, some lit bonfires, and soon finished cleaning up.

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

Before long, the delicious smell of barbecue floated over. The old man at the head arched his hand to Ye Haoran and said, "if you don't want to give up, come here for a chat."

Ye Haoran touched his stomach. Of course, he was not polite. He went with Wang Yushi and sat around with the Mongolian men.

The Mongolians have always been forthright in drinking. They threw a big bag of horse milk wine to Ye Haoran and began to offer wine.

Ye Haoran really liked the wine. He let go of his arms and drank a few mouthfuls. He drank three kilograms of horse milk wine.

"Good!" When they saw that ye Haoran could drink, they immediately applauded and raised the leather pots in their hands one after another. They took a big drink, and the atmosphere immediately became warm.

Drink is always the best means of communication. Ye Haoran drank so much that all the Mongolians around him took Ye Haoran as a friend.

"Where are you going, young man?" The old man asked.

Ye Haoran pointed to the top of the mountain, said: "to Tomur peak, climb the peak, we are going to explore mountaineering."

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

Ye Haoran just did not know, said: "why, now ice and snow thick solid, is a good time to climb."

"It's just the right time, but it's not a good chance. Now, it's not peaceful on the mountain," the old man whispered.

"Not peaceful?" Ye Haoran's eyes flashed a glimmer of light, "old man, how not peaceful law."

"Oh, the world has not been so chaotic for a long time. To tell you the truth, we just came from the other side of the mountain. Why did you whip the horses to drive the mountain road in the middle of the night? It's because there are many dead people over there, "the old man sighed, shaking his head. He hadn't seen such a miserable scene for many years."The dead?" Ye Haoran muttered, knowing that the struggle for lingcaoyuan had already begun.

"Yes, so don't go," the old man drew a cigarette from his waist, knocked it, lit it and began to smoke.

"Ah Gong, I didn't have ha first..." Next to a Mongolian man came over, spit out words Ye Haoran did not understand, toward the old man said.

The old man responded.

The Mongolian man took out a folded map from his pocket, pointed to it and asked the old man what to do.

The old man pointed out on the map and answered. It is estimated that the old man asked how to move now. The old man pointed out a road around the mountain. Although it is far away, it should be safe to be far away from Tomur peak.

Ye Haoran took a look at the map. Although the map is relatively simple, the drawing of Tomur peak is very comprehensive.

"Old man, can you give us a map?" Ye Haoran said, "Oh, our two horses are useless. They will be used for your map."

The old man looked back at Ye Haoran, frowned, knocked on his cigarette bag and said, "young man, do you still decide to climb the mountain?"

Ye Haoran nodded and said, "of course."

Wang Yushi has been sitting by the campfire, eating barbecue, with a cool look.

The old man looked at Ye Haoran's eyes and Wang Yushi's. He knew that these two teenagers were also running to some things on Tomur peak.

With a sigh, the old man gave a command to the Mongolian man, who handed the map to Ye Haoran.

The old man said: "young man, it's fate for us to get together, so I'll charge you a few words. Don't profane the snow God on this mountain. She will bring down an avalanche and punish evil. If you really encounter an avalanche, remember not to hide under the stone, be careful to be crushed to death. Oh, you see, on the other side of the mountain, there is a hot spring sanatorium. Several of them are guarded by people carrying guns. When they are in danger, they flee there. "

The old man was very careful and gave Ye Haoran some ways to escape.

Ye Haoran thanks. He scanned the map, pointed to it and asked the old man about the characteristics of some places.

After asking these questions, ye Haoran collected the map.

After eating and drinking, a group of people were about to rest, but there was a sound of walking in the distance. Maybe the campfire attracted people in the distance. Soon, more than a dozen people in black wearing night clothes came not far from the campfire.

"Where are the friends in front of us?" the people yelled. It seems that everyone has a strong sense of prevention. They didn't get too close. They just asked from a distance.

The Mongolian old man next to Ye Haoran did not dare to be careless. He stood up and said, "we are drivers of horses. We have a rest here."

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

Ye Haoran's eyes narrowed. These people were carrying big bags and their waists were bulging. Obviously, they were carrying hot weapons, and their walking posture was obviously practicing. But their Kung Fu foundation was not very good. If Bi Jing was an ancient warrior, he didn't need to carry guns and ammunition.

When these people came over, the atmosphere in the field was obviously cold. These Mongolian men, who had been running in the river for a long time, smelled a smell of blood from more than ten people.

The men in black were polite. They just sat down in the northeast corner. The head of the group had a scar on his face. It was not like a knife wound, but more like a bullet wound.

"When we passed here, we were a little hungry. Let's use the bonfire of our friends." the scarred face of the leader arched his hand at the old man. Then, without waiting for the old man's reply, he waved his hand. Several people behind him immediately got busy and quickly took the pot to cook.

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

There are so many people coming! What's more, there are such minions!

A circle of people are busy living on their own, obviously they don't pay attention to Ye Haoran and other Mongolians. They are boiling water and cooking while talking loudly.

"Brother, you said that we came here from a long distance, carrying a spectral scanner and a life detector. What is this A man in black in the corner muttered discontentedly, rubbing his legs and stomach with two hands.

"No, we have to come if it's ordered. Don't worry. I've seen it. The money is already in the account. No matter what they do, we'll have a million after we finish the work. It's very easy." Scar face took out a bag of red Nanjing, smoked up.

"It doesn't feel easy. We usually do a big business. There are millions of people who don't have to go so far, that is, setting fire or killing people," the man complained.

"Enough!" Scar face scolded, then his eyes swept over the other Mongolians, and then his eyes were stunned on Wang Yushi and ye Haoran, "two It's not like Mongols. "

Scar face eyes flashed a little cold light, staring at Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi.

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