In the early spring morning, although it is still very cold, there is already a little spring, at least the cold wind is not so cold.

Zhiwen was wearing a sweater, steaming hot, and was feeding the horses in the enclosure, the sheepskin jacket was put aside by him, and the others had not yet risen.

During this time, he and Xue Ping were scared and vomited, and the others were tired of various transactions.

Since the leaders of the various tribes took people to participate in Naadam, there were far fewer transactions, and Zhiwen and they could finally take a breath.

In order to let them sleep more, Zhiwen took the initiative to take on the errand of feeding the horses.

Now there are more than 400 horses, and they are not tied up properly, and throwing alfalfa around the fence is quite tiring.

Zhiwen was finally busy, and as soon as the sweat on his body was collected, he hurriedly put on his leather jacket, the spring cold is steep, be careful of catching a cold.

Seeing the horses grazing happily, Zhiwen was a little worried in his heart.

With so many horses, it's really a headache to get back to Zhuolu Mountain.

Xue Ping said that it was a little difficult for the three of them to drive so many horses back to the Guannai, and once the horses were frightened, they were afraid that they would not be able to restrain them.

Meng Gen and the others who helped Zhiwen deliver the letter before, Zhiwen looked for them, and they were willing to help, but in the end they were stopped by Lin Yuan.

said that for the safety of the tribe, in the absence of Dalintai and the others, Meng Gen and these people could not go anymore, otherwise if something happened, who would protect the tribe.

What Lin Yuan said was reasonable, and Zhiwen naturally couldn't force it, so he had to live in peace and wait patiently for the return of Dalintai.

It is expected that this Naadam will not be the Olympics of the future, and it will be over in as few as five days or as many as ten days.

Zhiwen skillfully fetched water, washed, and then set up a pot to boil water.

After the water boiled, I poured a bowl of water and put it on the ground, planning to wait for it to be cooler before drinking, this night's sleep, the first thing I do when I get up in the morning is to replenish water in time.

Estimating that it was almost over, Zhiwen stretched out his hand to lift the bowl, but found that the water in the bowl rippled, round and round, one after another, and couldn't stop at all.

Cavalry! Enemy attack?

Zhiwen drank all the water in the bowl in one gulp, and the sound of bull horns was already sounding around him, which was the alarm of the Mongol tribes after discovering the enemy's situation.

As soon as the curtain of the carriage door was lifted, the three girls went down to the ground, and as soon as the tent moved, Xue Ping and Liu Cai and the other four rushed out.

"Get on the horse!" Zhiwen had already untied the reins of several mounts and helped the three of them up first.

"Drive!" Zhiwen grabbed the horse's belly, led everyone, and took the lead in galloping towards Lin Yuan's camp.

At this time, you have to hug the thickest thigh in the tribe, and now, there is no doubt that it is Lin Yuan.

By this time, the rumbling of horses' hooves could already be heard.

"Follow me!" Lin Yuan was already on his horse, and he ran in the direction where the sound came from like a gust of wind, and Meng Gen and the others next to him followed closely behind.

Zhiwen and others also mixed into the horse team.

The reaction of the other tribes was basically the same, and after a while, more than a dozen tribes and more than a hundred horsemen converged and stopped at the edge of the camp, quietly looking into the distance.

The sound came from there, and in this steppe, the cavalry that can cause such a momentum is either the Mongols or the Houjin, and generally not the enemy, but well, everything is careful, even if it is the Mongols' own cavalry, it is not guaranteed that they will grab something.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and the ground shook as you rode on the horse, and the horses began to snort uneasily in the small group of people who had gathered together temporarily.

"How many people do you estimate? Xue Ping. Zhiwen asked in a low voice.

"There are five or six thousand horses, and it's hard to say."

On the eastern horizon, the first thing that appeared was the high tip of the hat, and then I slowly saw the knights who rose and fell, and the horses under their feet, were the Jiannu cavalry.

A white square flag hunting, as it becomes more and more conspicuous, the pattern on the flag becomes clearer, a green dragon, the dragon's head to the right, surrounded by several auspicious clouds, the dragon body in the wind can't help twisting, but there are still some expressive, there are several people around it, and I don't know who is Dorgon.

"White flag!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Lord Belle!"

"Dolgon!"

The names are different, but they all show that the amazing cavalry in front of them belongs to the post-Kim Zheng White Banner, and it is the mighty Dolgon who leads them.

There was a man riding in pairs, and the horse next to him was wearing armor, but he was not wearing armor, and there was also a man riding alone, who was either clothed or Ahha, and was the servant of these banner soldiers.

"Shall we go up and pick it up?" Someone asked.

Zhiwen could hear clearly, and he could now understand some simple Mongolian language.

No one paid attention to this person, and in the eyes of the others, the Houjin cavalry was indifferent when they saw them, and instead of slowing down, they faintly increased their speed and crashed into them.

What's going on? Zhiwen and Xue Ping looked at each other, isn't it the Manmeng family, the tribes here are all vassals of Dajin, and they haven't offended them, what is this going to do?

The horses were even more uneasy, in addition to constantly snorting, they had already begun to pick up their hooves, and some people shouted in a low voice, trying to appease them, but with little effect, even Zhiwen himself was about to lose control of the horses under his feet.

If you don't urge the horses and let them run, you can either charge or avoid, and you can only be bumped into by the Houjin cavalry and slaughtered by others.

Zhiwen was a little anxious, but the people around him didn't move, they were surrounded in the middle, and they wanted to move, but there was no way.

"Brother Lin, can you wait for death here?" Zhiwen asked.

"There's no hurry." Lin Yuan replied in a deep voice, his voice was suppressed, and there was a faint anger, "Look at their eyes." ”

Zhiwen raised his head, followed Lin Yuan's instructions, and carefully inspected the Houjin cavalry that was already close at hand.

These people were unarmoured, their hands were not holding blades, and their formations were scattered, and they really didn't look like they were going to attack.

The corners of his mouth are raised, the corners of his eyes are raised, and under the menacing appearance, there is a playful smile.

"Don't be afraid, childe, they're teasing us." Xue Ping saw it and comforted him on the side.

Sure enough, just when two horses on Zhiwen's side were frightened away, and the two sides were about to collide, a whistle sounded suddenly.

The horses led by Jiannu swept their horses and led the horses behind them to pass in front of the Mengren, and the snow and mud brought up by the horses' hooves drowned the few people in front of them, and the rampant laughter rang out.

With the sound of rumbling horses' hooves, the Houjin cavalry forced the Mongols to retreat again and again with great bravado and unscrupulousness, and then marched away without the slightest intention of stopping to exchange greetings.

After the golden cavalry went away, the Mongolian people recovered from their sluggish state.

"Isn't Dolgonbele supposed to be on Naadam, how did they get here, where are they going?" Someone asked.

"Disperse, disperse, ask so much what to do, Naadamo is probably over." The other said angrily.

"That's it, people don't take us seriously, I look at this Nadamu, I'm afraid I don't have any good intentions." Lin Yuan said.

"Phew!" Meng Gen spat fiercely, swung the scimitar in his hand again, and cursed in a low voice, "Damn Jiannu." ”

"Eqige should be back." Bagen whispered, turned the horse's head, and followed Lin Yuan back.