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Chapter 434: Melody on Horseback

The steppe golden eagle, with a body length of nearly one meter, two meters with wings spread out, and full of strength in its claws, can kill foxes, and often herdsmen use him to graze cattle and sheep, even more competent than sheepdogs, that is, steppe wolves, and will also be expelled by golden eagles.

For the golden eagle, the fat man also knows a little, but it is mainly from Jin Daxia's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", although it is a bit mysterious, but it can also be seen that the power of the grassland golden eagle. Generally speaking, however, steppe herders rarely aim their bows and arrows at golden eagles.

And this bird of prey has an incomparable yearning for the sky and freedom, and is extremely arrogant, if you want to put a steppe golden eagle in a cage, then the result can only be that it crashes to death, and ends its unyielding life vigorously.

"Qiqi, call Xiaobai back!" The fat man hurriedly shouted loudly, the two eagles are fighting, there must be an injury, the fat man does not want to see this kind of scene, although the battle between the two eagles will be extremely heroic.

"Xiaobai—" Qiqi's crisp voice immediately remembered, and the little guy probably could see that the golden eagle seemed to be bigger than Xiaobai.

However, Xiaobai is no longer obedient this time, and in the face of the same kind, the eagle will never back down.

Eagles fly in the sky, horses' hooves flutter in the meadows, and the tranquil grassland becomes boiling in an instant.

The fat man didn't dare to slack off, spread his legs, and ran forward. The golden eagle had come with the horses, presumably related to the herders, and it was best if they could stop the battle.

"White Divine Eagle-" On horseback were indeed a few sturdy men wearing Mongolian robes and felt hats on their heads, and when they saw Xiaobai in the sky, they immediately rolled off their horses, all of them looked solemn, put their right hands on their chests, and muttered in their mouths, but this time the fat man didn't understand.

The fat man suddenly remembered that the Mongolian people advocate white, and the Spring Festival is called the "White Festival", and most of the offerings are white. It seems that Xiaobai, the white eagle, is the embodiment of immortality in their minds.

The Mongolian people believe that the sky is eternal, so they believe in "Changshengtian", which is called "Tengger" in Mongolian language, which is also a manifestation of their admiration for nature. (For example, the singer has Tengger)

And the eagle is the most respected by the Mongols because it is the king of the sky, and the white eagle is only in legends. I didn't expect to be able to see it with my own eyes today.

The fat man also followed their example, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly: "Friend, please call your golden eagles back, you can't ask them to fight!"

There was also a look of panic on the faces of the men, who were obviously only aware of the problem. However, the grassland golden eagle was not raised by them, and it also flew here when it saw Xiaobai intruding into its airspace.

"No matter how high the golden eagle flies, it can't do without its nest on the ground. Friends from afar, you brought the Holy Eagle, and we can't help it break into the territory of the Golden Eagle. In one respect, the man with a wide forehead also returned the salute to the fat man, and he spoke Chinese very proficiently. In fact, the majority of Mongolians speak Chinese, and most of the Han cadres working in Mongolia are fluent in Mongolian.

The fat man scratched his head vigorously, and when he looked up, he saw that Xiaobai and the golden eagle had already encountered each other in the air. However, the imaginary scene of feathers flying away and fighting for life and death did not appear, and the two big eagles suddenly bypassed at the moment when they were about to collide, and then circled in the air, and began to attack the sky with all their might. Gradually turned into two black dots and disappeared from people's sight.

On the ground, there was a cheer from the people, and Qiqi slapped her little slap vigorously, she was worried about death just now.

A stone in the fat man's heart also landed: "Hehe, I guess that golden eagle must be a mother." Then, he carefully looked at the Mongolian men in front of him.

They were all muscular, with red faces, broad foreheads, and a few of them beards. He wears a knee-high Mongolian robe and long boots, which are necessary to walk through such tall grass all year round.

From their bodies, in addition to feeling fierce and simple, the fat man also has a very unique atmosphere. After pondering for a while, the fat man finally understood that maybe it was a kind of natural atmosphere, after all, this nation was closer to nature.

Wu Kun communicated with the other party for a while, and soon the heroes on the horseback let out bursts of hearty laughter, and the fat man also understood that Wu Kun had always praised the Mongolian horse they were riding.

When it comes to Mongolian herdsmen, they don't ask "have you eaten" or how the other party's health is, but first ask how each other's livestock are. It seems that if different peoples want to get along, how important it is to understand each other's customs.

The Mongols were so hospitable that they jumped off their horses and gave up their mounts to the guests, leaving only two men to lead the way. Jin Dali simply flipped onto the horse's back, lifted the reins in his hand, walked a small circle, and then raised his thumb again and again.

However, Wang Sanpao, the big pigtail and the fat man have never ridden a horse, and they really dare not try it. The owner of the car had ridden it, but he just rode around slowly, galloping like those Mongolian men just now, but he never dared.

Little Qiqi was not afraid of heaven and earth, and came to a jujube red horse, wanted to stand on tiptoe, and patted the horse's forehead, there was a white hair on it, like a little star.

But her stature was too short to reach at all, and the red horse held her head high, and Qiqi couldn't even touch its mouth.

At this moment, something happened to the herdsmen's surprise, and they saw that the jujube red horse suddenly lowered its head, and its head stretched out into Qiqi's arms and arched. Herders who are familiar with horses know that this is a sign of goodwill for horses, and they are usually only so affectionate to their owners.

Kiki touched its forehead and ears contentedly, and asked, "Will you carry me?"

After saying that, I wanted to flip on the horse's back. It's just that he was too short to lift one foot high and put it on top of the stirrups, but he couldn't reach the saddle at all.

Something that surprised the herdsmen even more immediately appeared, and I saw that the red horse suddenly knelt down with two front hooves, and his body was suddenly a lot shorter. Looking at its posture, it is obvious that Qiqi is on the horse.

"That's good!" Kiki patted the red horse on the neck, and then rode smoothly, and his hands firmly grasped the ring in front of the saddle, and the red horse stood up, took a step, and walked slowly on the grass, and Kiki's cheers followed: "Oh—I can finally ride a horse—"

The herdsmen's eyes were attracted by Qiqi, and they couldn't figure out how the little girl made the red horse bow down.

"Xiaoyu, do you want to ride a horse?" the fat man saw that the big pigtails were also eager to try, so he asked softly.

Big Braid nodded, and then walked over to a red horse as well. Although she was a little nervous in her heart, it was more of an expectation.

The fat man held the two hands, and the big braid finally got on the horse's back, holding the reins with one hand, grasping the saddle with the other, and clamping the legs tightly, this is broken, this horse usually has a habit, and the two legs are clamped, which is to order it to move forward.

Before the fat man could let go, the horse began to run upside down, and the pigtailed body immediately leaned forward and backward, so frightened that she let go of the reins, and clung to the saddle with both hands. I saw that Qiqi was riding easily just now, but when it was his turn, it was not like that.

A herdsman whistled, and the red horse stopped. The pigtailed face was slightly pale, but such a thrilling experience was also rare, so she had no intention of coming down.

The herdsmen temporarily added some common sense to the group and then warned them to ride slowly. A man who does not know how to ride a horse can easily fall off his horse, and if he does not have time to pull his foot out of the stirrup, he will be dragged on the ground, which is guilty.

The big pigtail had mastered some fur, and was finally able to ride around slowly, and seeing the excitement written on her flushed face, the fat man felt that the trip was worthwhile.

Wang Sanpao and the car boss have also been on the horse, and in the end, only the fat man is still poked there. A leading herdsman couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you get on your horse, a guest from afar?"

Horses are friends of the Mongols, and if you give you a horse and don't ride it, you will be considered to look down on him. The fat man saw that the look on the herdsman's face was no longer as kind as just now, so he could only scratch the back of his head with a wry smile: "My physique is too heavy, so it's better to walk on the ground." ”

"Hahaha-" the herdsmen laughed in unison: "You underestimate our Mongol horses too much, and some of our fighters who participated in Naadam are stronger than you." ”

Naadam, the fat man knows a little, it's a bit like a sports meeting, but the events of the competition are all traditional Mongolian sports, but what kind of sport this boxing is, but it's a little unclear.

"Bok is Mongolian wrestling. Wu Kun explained to the fat man next to him. Only then did the fat man understand, thinking about those wrestlers, especially the kind of indiscriminate level, the fat man also had a little bottom in his heart.

So among the remaining horses of self-love, he chose the strongest one, and did not step on the stirrups, but flew directly and stepped on.

The herdsmen were shocked: such a fat body, coupled with the trend of falling, it is estimated that he can really press the horse down, what kind of heart does this guy have?

Unexpectedly, the fat man fell lightly on the saddle like four taels of cotton, and in addition to his own weight, he did not put too much pressure on the crotch of the horse.

This hand made the herdsmen who grew on horseback every day applaud, it turned out that this fat man was so skilled. The Mongols respect heroes the most, so they are a little closer to the fat man.

But soon the fat man's words made them frown again: "This saddle is too small, a little bit of a butt." ”

It's not that your ass is too big. The herdsmen are all in general mind, but they don't say it.

The fat man tapped lightly with his heel, and the horse strode forward. The fat man felt the rhythm of the horse's walking with his heart, and now his senses were very keen, and in the blink of an eye, his body rose and fell slightly, as if he was one with the horse under his crotch.

Once again, several herdsmen could not help but look at the fat man, and it was only after several years of riding horses that their bodies gradually developed this habit. But this fat man looks like a young man on horseback, is his talent so high?

From Kiki to Fat, there are so many surprises for shepherds today. No way, who calls people a strange duo.

The fat man was also very satisfied with this feeling, which was so wonderful, that he was no longer satisfied with this speed of travel, and as soon as his legs were clamped, he dismounted his crotch and rushed forward, and then spread his four hooves and galloped all the way.

"Danger—" shouted the herdsmen in unison, for as hospitable sons and daughters of the steppe, they must not look at the danger of their guests. So, the two herdsmen jumped on the two remaining horses and chased after the fat man.