The desert Gobi is inaccessible, there is no grass, even insects are rare, there are always wonders and strange things that ordinary people can't imagine, in the city and countryside, the negative energy after death always appears in the way of lonely souls and wild ghosts, and there are few groups of ghosts, but in this Hanhai desert, there are countless large-scale ghost legions rushing back and forth, even Liu Yanzhi has never seen such a spectacular and amazing scene.

At first, I saw the Han army wearing the Xuanjia of the Han Dynasty, holding a ring-headed sword, and the iron helmet decorated with white feathers, and then there were heavy armored cavalry wearing Mingguang armor and wearing a hard bow on the back of the Song army and the troops under the banner of the Ming Dynasty, and even the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty, which made Liu Yanzhi confused, and the numbers of these Yin soldiers were too complicated, and the army fighting against them was even more difficult to distinguish, the Huns, Xianbei people, Qianghu people, Rouran people, Turkic people, The Khitans, the Tatars, anyway, are all skilled nomadic cavalry, countless undead armies seem to be gathering more and more, and millions of negative energy individuals have formed a huge aura, so that ordinary people can also see their shadows, hear the sound of fighting and shouting, and feel the rumbling sound of horses' hooves hitting the earth.

Liu Yanzhi didn't drink back the millions of Yin soldiers, he just wanted to go to these dense negative energy groups to pay homage to the heroic spirits, but he never expected that he would suck the ghosts of the Yin soldiers like a magnet absorbing iron filings, this process is beyond the concept of physics, and it was completed in an instant, so it caused Zhao Fuchen to think that he drank back the millions of Yin soldiers in one word.

The moonlight sprinkled on the Gobi Desert, it was a little gentle, Liu Yanzhi rode a camel and returned to the camp with the child, Zhao Fuchen was still speechless in shock, and bowed his head.

Liu Yan straightened his hand: "Don't dare, Master Zhao, please get up." ”

"The little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and he doesn't know the true God!" How dare Zhao Fuchen get up, Liu Yanzhi was not reluctant, smiled without saying a word, turned around and left.

Back in the tent, Xiao Chen Zikun asked him quietly: "Uncle, where did you get all those ghosts?" ”

"Sleep, don't ask what you shouldn't." Liu Yan patted the child's head, not that he didn't answer, but he didn't know the answer.

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The next journey was extremely smooth, God was particularly appreciative, there was no strong wind on the Gobi, Zhangku Avenue was beautiful and sunny, and Zhao Shunchen did not tell this secret to others, but he was particularly in awe of Liu Yanzhi, Master Zhao is a dart master hired by Da Shengkui, his status is very high, the people he respects, others naturally give more face, Liu Yanzhi and Xiao Chen Zikun only need to enjoy the magnificent scenery along the way, and the idle affairs are done by others.

Twenty days later, the caravan arrived at Kulen, a city with a permanent population of less than 30,000 and the political center of Mongolia, known as Ulaanbaatar in later generations, the city was very small, there were basically no fixed buildings, only a few temples of the Yellow Lama, the Mongolian herdsmen were very poor, the adults wore tattered clothes, the children were naked, the tents were low and shabby, but the cattle were fat and strong. Liu Yanzhi once swept the Hun settlements with Huo Quai's Han army, and the scene in front of him did not seem to have changed much from two thousand years ago, which made him sigh that the loss was that he had entered the era of hot weapons, and the skillfulness of bows and horses was no longer an advantage, otherwise the Mongols would have to go south every year to fight the grass valley.

The camel caravan brought bricks, tea, salt, cloth, hammers, scissors, pots and pans, in exchange for cattle, sheep and camels, these cattle brought to Zhangjiakou, which could be exchanged for several times the profit, and the businessmen made a lot of money, and they smiled crookedly.

The proprietors of the camel caravan made a fortune and rewarded the camels with a great reward, dumplings stuffed with mutton, green onions and cabbage, hot noodle soup with mutton meatballs, white flour steamed buns dipped in meat sauce, and burnt knives and mare's milk wine.

The moment of reunion is also the moment of parting, Liu Yanzhi found Zhao Fuchen to say goodbye, saying that he would take the child to Hulunbuir to have a look.

Zhao Fuchen was stunned for a moment, and then relieved, the practice of immortals is very different from ordinary people, and he can't speculate on Liu Yanzhi's actions with his own worldly eyes, he clenched his fists: "Where you can get me, you just open your mouth." ”

"Help me find a guide, the price is easy to say." Liu Yan said straight.

Zhao Fuchen was a little suspicious, didn't the immortals even know the road? But after thinking about it again, the immortal must have a reason for doing this, so he agreed to come down and go back to find a friend he knew, and within two hours, he came with a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

The young man is a Mongolian, with an axle body, a big face, and small eyes, I heard that he used to be a lama in the temple, and he walked more than 1,000 miles from the east to run over.

Liu Yanzhi nodded and asked the young man, "What's your name?" ”

"Choibalshan." The teenager said.

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Liu Yanzhi rested in Kulun for seven days, prepared enough dry food and drinking water, took the five-peaked camel, and set off to the east under the guidance of the young Choibalshan, this road is relatively easy to walk, as long as you go east along the Krulun River, the grass is high and dense along the way, the water and grass are abundant, you don't have to worry about thirst and hunger, there are also many caravans on the journey to be accompanied, in short, there is no danger, and you can safely arrive at the city of Manchuria in the north of Hulun Lake.

Manchuria is the western starting point of the Russian Eastern Railway, and it is also the starting point of Liu Yanzhi's journey to the northeast, and he gave five camels to the young Choibalsan as an extra reward, which is a lot of wealth, enough for the young man to fulfill some of his dreams.

When Liu Yanzhi was in Beijing, he exchanged some traveler's checks from Russian banks, exchanged them for Russian rubles commonly used in Northeast China, and bought first-class tickets and sleeping tickets, and his destination was Harbin.

In this year, the first class and sleeper cars were separated, but tickets had to be purchased at the same time, and the ticket prices were expensive, three times that of the second class, and those who could afford to sit in the first class were Russian aristocrats, military officers, wealthy businessmen, etc., and the Chinese only had this father and son.

Looking at the old Maozi in a suit and leather shoes and the Russian soldiers in gray military coats outside the station, Xiao Chen Zikun couldn't help but wonder, is this to Russia, how can the people be Chinese.

Liu Yanzhi taught him that although this is the territory of the Qing Dynasty, the Russians have coveted it for a long time, and the Middle East Railway is an important tool for them to control the Northeast.

"They are fighting, and the army of the Qing Dynasty is watching from the sidelines?"

"Otherwise, the Qing Dynasty on both sides can't afford to provoke it, but it's not completely sideways, it's secretly helping the Japanese, because the strength and appetite of the Japanese are not too big, even if they win, they can't swallow the entire Northeast in one bite, if Lao Maozi wins, then the Northeast will never come back."

Little Chen Zikun was thoughtful, but his simple mind could not grasp the world's political and military pattern and the balance of politicians.

The train ran for three days and three nights, arrived at Harbin, the largest city in Northeast China, Liu Yan took his son to enjoy Russian-style Western food, ate big lieba and red sausage, drank kvass and vodka, stayed in the Modern Hotel for three days, bought two train tickets, and went straight from Harbin to Dalian, the southernmost point in Northeast China.

After the Russo-Japanese War, the Northeast pattern was redivided, and this section of the railway was also part of the trophies, known as the South Manchurian Railway, and the soldiers who escorted the road changed from the Russian soldiers wearing gray coats to the Japanese soldiers wearing khaki military uniforms and carrying Murata rifles.

The father and son sat in the box and enjoyed the scenery outside the window, Liu Yanzhi told his son the story of the Russo-Japanese War, and suddenly the box door was opened from the outside, and a big man flashed in, quickly closed the box door, and the box gun in his hand was wide open, and the muzzle of the black hole was against Liu Yanzhi's head.

"Khonitchiva." Dahan greeted him in broken Japanese and twisted his left finger, an internationally accepted gesture to ask for money.

"Hero, I'm not Japanese." Liu Yan replied with a smile, "You recognize the wrong person." ”

"Less of them, the Lao Tzu has been eyeing you since Harbin, don't think that if you can speak Chinese, you are Chinese!"

"Okay, I'll give the money." Liu Yanzhi took out his wallet, took out all the rubles and yen bills in it, and the other party took it and stuffed it into his arms, and hummed: "You know each other." ”

"What do you call a hero?" Liu Yan said straight.

"Why, you still want to find me for revenge, Lao Tzu Xing doesn't change his name, he doesn't change his surname, and he reports to Changshan!" The big man grinned, two rows of burnt caries peeking out of his beard.