The afternoon is sunny, the sky is clear, and the grassland is filled with a strong smell of mutton and mare's milk wine.

On the low table outside the tent, Tana's little face was flushed and fluttering like a beautiful Gesang flower, and she knew she was drunk by looking at her.

Uncle Xidu smiled helplessly as he watched his shaking daughter, and then asked Tana's mother to carry her into the yurt.

The children of the grassland do not have those twisted and pinched looks, they are bold and generous, even if they are drunk, there will be no embarrassing situation.

In the center of the open space surrounded by many yurts, dozens of "Bokeqing" wearing copper-nailed cowhide shoulders "Zhaodage", red, yellow, and blue turbans wrapped around their heads, Mongolian flower leather boots on their feet, flower belts tied around their waists, trousers on their lower bodies, and colorful streamers around their necks are already moving their bodies.

Wrestling, known as "Boke" in Mongolian, is a traditional Mongolian sport, and wrestlers are called "Bokeqing" and "Bayiledhu". ”

Zhang Junbao and the four of them sat next to Uncle Xidu and watched with relish, waiting for the wrestling match to start, it was the highlight of the Naadam conference.

A Bo Keqing dressed in Zhaodage walked towards them, and Zhang Junbao didn't care, he thought he was looking for Uncle Xidu.

"Falcon, you're here again this year, I'm going to beat you!"

Seeing that Bo Keqing walked in front of the soldier and condescendingly challenged the soldier, Zhang Junbao, who was grabbing the mutton and eating it, was suddenly dumbfounded.

"Hold the grass, what's the situation?"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......."

was a little anxious for a while, Zhang Junbao couldn't help but spit out the mutton in his mouth directly, and then grabbed the mare's milk wine in front of him and poured it twice to relieve his breath.

Several Mongolian uncles and Lao Geng who were sitting nearby all looked at the soldier and the Bo Keqing with interest, and the smiles on their faces did not seem to mean to stop them.

"I'm coming!"

The GI's response was simple, he stood up from the ground and slammed the Bokchen into the chest.

"Falcon, I'm going to beat you!"

After speaking, the Bokeqing waved his hand and motioned for the GI to enter the competition venue with him, but the GI shook his head and refused.

"Are you cowardly?"

"The men on the prairie have always been heroes, don't be cowards."

Seeing that the GI had rejected him, the Bokeqing immediately withdrew his arm, and then looked at the GI with contempt in his eyes.

Wrestling is a sport of courage and courage, and hand-to-hand combat is not something that everyone can do.

"Us, you are only a defeated soldier of mine, so don't show your pride in front of me."

"Also, although I don't participate in the Bock competition anymore, my comrades are going to participate."

As he spoke, the soldier turned his head to look at Zhang Junbao, who was sitting on the ground.

The soldier's meaning was obvious, that is, to let Zhang Junbao participate in this year's Bock competition, so soon all the eyes around him fell on him.

"Hold the grass!"

"Slap" slapped Zhang Junbao's leg, the pain made the corners of his mouth twitch, and he turned his head to see that it happened to meet Lao Geng's vicious face.

"This is a military-civilian party, pay attention to the image."

After receiving instructions from his superiors, no dirty words appeared in his mouth, Zhang Junbao thought: Come on, this time I was simply miserable by a few old guys.

"Can he do it?"

Mongolian blogger Qing pointed at Zhang Junbao and asked in surprise.

"You see he's taller than me, stronger than me, why can't he?"

"Let me tell you, he's so powerful, I can't beat him!"

In the face of the soldier's serious nonsense, Zhang Junbao really wanted to spray him to death with a sip of mare's milk wine.

Didn't he see that the faces of Lao Geng and Da Feixiao sitting next to him were deformed?

"Are you that good? But don't be a silver pewter head! ”

"Poof", the GI really couldn't go on, and couldn't help but laugh directly.

This situation made Zhang Junbao slap the table angrily and stood up, and then walked up to the bock hand like a soldier, puffed up his chest and slammed into it.

This time, that Bokeqing was almost knocked down!

"Junbao, come on!"

"Three madness, I'm optimistic about you!"

Hearing the cheering behind him, Zhang Junbao's heart became more and more depressed, where is this cheering, it is clearly coaxing.

As Zhang Junbao walked into the arena, the olive green on his body immediately attracted the attention of most of the onlookers.

"PLA! Pla! ”

The sound on the field was higher and higher, and Zhang Junbao stood in the center of the arena, but he was a little embarrassed.

The blogger known as Usi stood next to him and asked in somewhat stiff Chinese, "Are you really better than a falcon?" ”

"Falcon?"

Zhang Junbao looked at Wusi with some confusion, but he really didn't understand what it meant.

Just now, when Uss went to look for the GI, I heard him call the GI Falcon, and now I think it must be a Mongolian title.

"The falcon is not the animal you speak in Chinese, in our grassland, the falcon is the champion of Bokeqing!"

"In the 64-man game, the one who can win six rounds is called Hayabusa, which is a proud title. 0”

When explaining the falcon to Zhang Junbao, Wusi's expression was like a pilgrimage-like worship, and his eyes were full of respect.

At this time, Zhang Junbao finally knew why the soldier said that he had back pain from the beginning.

Turning his head and glaring at the soldiers who were eating and drinking on the edge of the field, Zhang Junbao couldn't wait to kill this cunning bear directly with his eyes.

Last year, this guy participated in Naadam to defeat a group of Bokeqing on the grassland and won the title of "Falcon", this year this is afraid of revenge!

"Woohoo......!"

The low sound of a brass horn sounded, and the long brass horn required two people to blow, and it was the sound of the Mongol battle.

Zhang Junbao didn't know that from the moment he got off the field, Bo Keqing had already been eyeing him.

"Us, shall I fight you?"

"No, you're going to fight the others first."

"Why?"

"Because that's the rule of the game," Us's grimacing face, who didn't seem to like to talk too much, "PLA, I hope to see you in the final round!" ”

Provocation!

The provocation of the red fruit!

"Us, I'll admit you've me off!"

"I'll get the title of Hayabusa again!"

Zhang Junbao took off his camouflage uniform on the upper half of his body angrily, and then ran in front of the soldier and threw it at him.

"Squad leader, hum!"

Zhang Junbao didn't wait for the GI to react and ran back to the arena again, leaving only the GI with a confused face sitting on the ground in a daze with Zhang Junbao's clothes, Lao Geng and Da Fei, the two birdmen, were already laughing and were about to fall to the ground.

In the minds of the veterans, the honest Zhang Junbao could throw his clothes at the veterans like today and lose his temper, which was unimaginable before.

In fact, Zhang Junbao didn't think about it himself, because he was worried that he would be beaten by the big soldier's dog bear.