Chapter 3764: Complex staff

Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi continued to lead the horse. In the evening, the horse’s eyes could not be seen clearly.
Two people followed the path and went all the way. Not long after, the looming water rushing from the rumble came, and sure enough, not far away, a broad and gentle river appeared in front of two people. This river is on the mountain. The snow is formed, although the river is not deep, but the amount of water is very sufficient. When it comes to the mountain, it meets the snow water in other places, and it forms the source of the Yellow River.
"Let's find a dry place to rest off." Ye Haoran said.
Wang Yushi promised.
Two people walked up a few hundred meters along the water, and they saw a flat land with mountains and flowers.
Put the horses, set up the tents, ignite a bunch of bonfires, roast the hare and the ewes, and the two of them ate a big meal. It must be said that the martial arts people’s appetite is big, even if it’s slim Wang Yushi, eat No meal is less than Tyson.
After eating, after washing, two people entered the tent, and they were free to rest. Ye Haoran needed rest. However, Wang Yushi was in recovery period and still needed it. Wang Yushi also understood the meaning of Ye Haoran. She naturally took time and recovered herself. The injury, the two people rested each other, late at night, but in the distance is a rush of horseshoes, and there are many horseshoes.
Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi looked at each other.
Not long after, the horses are already close, although it is dark, but the other horse is able to run fast, which means that the other horse must be specially trained, and, listening to the hoof, at least 30 horses are running. .
"Call... Which friend is in front of the road." In the darkness, a man with a strong Mongolian accent asked, but what he said was Mandarin. It can be seen that Mandarin has spread to this snowy mountain.
"Go to the mountain, rest here." Ye Haoran walked out of the tent and replied.
When I heard Ye Haoran’s voice, it seemed to relax a lot. Then a dozen people rushed over a large group of horses, and the horses were tall and mighty, and the breeds grazing by Ma Huaiyuan seemed to have The difference should be a pure Mongolian horse.
"It’s a shame to disturb the two rests. It’s really only big enough here, we have to rest here.
An old man in front of him, dressed in a felt, walked over and marched toward Ye Haoran.
Ye Haoran understands it. It seems that these people should be special Wranglers. They are different from Ma Huaiyuan and others. Although Ma Huaiyuan is also raising horses, he has settled halfway, and in addition to the coldest, he is rushing to the horses to warm up. Outside of a place, he usually settled in the foothills of the Tianshan Mountains.
And these people should be Mongolian bereaved, they still live a nomadic life, but these people have too few horses, perhaps the vanguard, the real nomadic Mongolian, they are a big family, hundreds of people, If you move around, you will not be called a nation on horseback.
Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi packed up the tent and took two horses to make it out of the open space.
The group of people who saw Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi were young men and women, and they also took horses and took life necessities. They all let go of their hearts. More than a dozen people immediately got busy, some went to bring horses to drink, some to set up tents. Some bonfires were quickly cleared up.
A group of people spoke of the Mongolian language, and Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi could not understand.
Not long after, the smell of fragrant barbecue floated over, and the old man headed to Ye Haoran: "If you don't give up, you will come over."
Ye Haoran touched his stomach, and of course he was not polite. He walked over with Wang Yushi and sat around with the group of Mongolian men.
The Mongolians have always been very happy to drink, and they gave Ye Haoran a large bag of kumiss.
Ye Haoran really liked this wine, let go of his big drink, and went down a few mouthfuls and drank three kilograms of kumiss.
"Good." The group of people saw Ye Haoran so able to drink, immediately applauded, and raised the leather pot in his hand, and sipped his mouth, and the atmosphere was immediately warm.
Drinking water is always the best means of communication. Ye Haoran has a big drink, and the surrounding Mongolians do not feel that Ye Haoran is a friend.
"Young man, where are you going?" asked the old man who was headed.
Ye Haoran pointed to the top of the mountain and said: "Go to the Tomur Peak, climb the summit, we are going to adventure mountaineering."
The old man listened and shook his head and said, "Young man, it’s really not the time for you to come here."
Ye Haoran only did not know, said: "Why, now the ice and snow are thick and strong, it is a good time to climb."
"The time is just right, but the opportunity is not good, now, the mountain is not flat." The old man whispered.
"Not too flat." Ye Haoran's eyes flashed a glimmer of light. "The old man, how can it be less peaceful?"
"Oh, this world hasn’t been so messy for a long time, don’t you kid, you said, we just came over from the mountain. Why are we whipping the horses in the middle of the night, because of Ah, there? There are dead people, a lot." The old man shook his head and sighed that he had not seen such a miserable scene for many years.
"Dead." Ye Haoran, my heart understands, it seems that the competition for the grass garden has begun.
"Yes, Ah, you still don't go." The old man pulled a smoker from his waist, licked it, lit it, and sucked it up.
"Agong, no Hamou will first..." A Mongolian big man walked over and spit out the words that Ye Haoran could not understand, and said to the old man.
The old man responded a bit.
The Mongolian man pulled out a folded map from his pocket, pointed his finger, and asked the old man what his mouth was.
The old man pointed it on the map. It was an answer. It is estimated that this big man is asking how to move now. The old man pointed out a road around the mountain. Although far away, it should be safe from the Tomur peak.
Ye Haoran took it over and took a look at the map. Although the map is relatively simple, the drawing of the Tomur Peak is very comprehensive.
"Old man, can this map give us one?" Ye Haoran said. "Oh, our two horses, if they don't use it, they will be used to change your map."
The old man looked back at Ye Haoran, his brow wrinkled and smashed his cigarette bag. He said, "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, and feeling indifferent.
The old man looked at Ye Haoran's eyes and aimed at Wang Yushi. He knew a little in his heart. It seems that these two teenagers are also heading for something on the Tomur Peak.
Sighed, the old man told the Mongolian man that the Mongolian man handed the map over and gave Ye Haoran.
The old man said: "Youth, let's get together, I will marry you a few words. On this mountain, I can't marry the snow god. She will drop the avalanche and punish the evil. If I really encounter an avalanche, remember not to hide under the stone. Be careful to be crushed to death, oh, look, on the other side of the mountain, there is a spa sanatorium, where several people with guns guarding them, and when they are in danger, they will flee there."
The old man was very careful and pointed out a few escape methods for Ye Haoran.
Ye Haoran thanked, the eyes swept a few maps, pointed to the finger, and asked the characteristics of some places in the old man.
Asked about this, Ye Haoran will collect the map.
After a bunch of people eat and drink, they are about to rest. In the distance, there is a sound of footsteps. Perhaps the bonfire has attracted people from afar. Soon, a dozen black people wearing night vests came to the bonfire. .
"Which is the friend in front of you." Those people shouted, it seems that everyone's awareness of prevention is quite strong, and they are not too close, just far from asking questions.
The old Mongolian man next to Ye Haoran did not dare to care about it. He stood up and said: "We are catching up with the horse and rest here."
When I heard the old man’s Mandarin with Mongolian taste, the people in the distance calmed down, and soon more than a dozen people dressed in black night clothes came over.
Ye Haoran’s eyes were stunned. These people were carrying large bags and bulging their waists. Obviously, they took hot weapons and watched their walking posture. It was obviously a trainer. It’s just that the kung fu is not very good. If the competition is to the extent of the ancient warrior, there is no need to bring guns and ammunition.
These people came over and the atmosphere in the field was obviously cold. These Mongolian men who have been running for a long time have smelled a blood from these dozens of people.
Those black people were polite, but they sat down in the northeast corner. The headed one had a scar on his face. It was not like a knife wound. It was more like a bullet wound after a bullet.
"We passed by here, just a little hungry, by the fire of the friends." The scarred face that arched the head arched the hand to the old man, and then did not wait for the old man to answer, then waved his hand, several people behind him immediately Get up, quickly set up a pot of cooking, busy.
Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi looked at each other and the two people showed some anxiety.
There are so many people coming, and there are such small roles.
A circle of people was busy with their own self-consciousness. Obviously, they did not put Ye Haoran and other Mongolians in their eyes. They talked loudly while cooking water and cooking.
"Big Brother, you said that we are here for a long time, and we are still carrying the spectrum sweeper, the life detector, this is a thousand." A black man in the corner was dissatisfied with his knees, both hands glaring at himself. Calf belly.
"Not many questions, the above instructions, we must get it, rest assured, I have read, the money is already in the account, what are they doing, we have a million, and it is easy. "The scar face pulled out a pack of red Nanjing and pumped it up."
"It doesn't feel easy. Let's do a big deal in the weekdays. There are also millions of people who don't have to run so far, that is, let go of fire, kill someone or something." The man complained.
"Enough." The scarred face screamed, then the eyes swept over the other Mongolians, and then looked at Wang Yushi and Ye Haoran's body. "Two...not like the Mongols."
A few minutes of cold light flashed in the face of the scar, staring at Ye Haoran and Wang Yushi.