Riding a horse and carrying a gun to the world is estimated to be the dream of every man.

The herders of Chahar Town have gathered in the pastoral area where Uncle Xidu is located to celebrate their Naadam Assembly.

When Zhang Junbao and his party arrived, the grassland was already full of herdsmen.

Not far away, the yurts are scattered on the grassland, and several houses that are relatively close to the conference site are smoking, and the strong smell of mutton can be smelled from afar.

Some of the older people have set up a low coffee table with Mongolian characteristics in front of them, on which are delicate silver pots, and the milky white mare's milk wine aroma makes people intoxicated.

The men and women of the grassland have put on the special costumes of their ethnic groups, and the athletes participating in the competition are already moving their bodies.

In the distance, puffs of smoke and dust flew up, and there was a dull sound on the ground, and dozens of Mongolian horses were galloping quickly under the control of the riders.

In the air, mixed with the smell of dust, the aroma of mare's milk and the smell of mutton, there is also a strong smell of gasoline.

This discovery surprised Zhang Junbao, who never thought that there would be a smell of burning gasoline at the Naadam conference.

Looking around, not far from the Mongolian knights, there was a group of knights: they were knights on various motorcycles.

Looking at the way they look, they should be going to perform.

"Three crazy, lively, right?"

"Hmm."

"Do you like it?"

"I don't know."

"You stupid boy."

The GI was holding a few pieces of beef in his hands, and he didn't know where he got them, and the oil on his hands looked a little reflective.

If it weren't for the military uniform on his body, he would definitely be regarded as a bandit from somewhere.

Lao Geng was chatting with Uncle Xidu and the old people in the town, and it was estimated that he was doing political and ideological work again.

Da Fei didn't know where he had gone, I heard that he was still single, and he didn't know how he spent those four years in college.

Zhang Junbao was wandering alone in the venue, and he didn't dare to go far, he was afraid that Lao Geng would suddenly find him.

"Brother Junbao."

An immature female voice sounded beside her, Zhang Junbao was stunned for a moment, and then turned his head to see that it was the daughter of Uncle Xidu's family: Tana.

"Tana!"

"Hee-hee, yes, Brother Junbao, are you alone?"

"No, I came with the squad leader."

As he spoke, Zhang Junbao pointed to Tana and the figures of Lao Geng and the soldiers.

"You're just a person, and those uncles don't play with you."

Looking at Tana's ruddy little face, Zhang Junbao couldn't help but laugh directly.

Tana calls herself brother, but she calls the GI and their uncles, this is the difference.

"They're all going to compete, so they can't play with me."

"Will you participate in the competition?"

Looking at Tana's fiery gaze, Zhang Junbao didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Brother Junbao, the men on our grassland are all very heroic."

"Those who can participate in the competition are all warriors in our clan, Brother Junbao, you are the People's Liberation Army, and you must be a warrior, right?"

Come on, this time Zhang Junbao has no choice but to do it.

The little Tana curled the corners of her mouth, revealing a hint of cunning, like a little fox who had won her hands.

"You little girl, you've learned to deceive people."

Zhang Junbao couldn't help laughing, raised his hand and touched Tana's head, he really didn't know how to refuse this little girl.

"I will participate in the competition, because the PLA will never admit defeat."

"Mm-hmm, I know that Brother Junbao is the best."

Tana shouted excitedly, cheered and pulled Zhang Junbao's arm and ran out of the crowd.

Zhang Junbao didn't know where to go, so he could only follow step by step.

When he turned his head to look at Lao Geng, he didn't know why, he seemed to see Lao Geng smiling at him.

He didn't notice that Tana was pulling him to run, and her left hand made a V-shaped gesture behind him.

Uncle Xidu looked at the back of his daughter and Zhang Junbao going away, and said to the old Geng beside him with a smile: "Squad leader Geng, you are not allowed to bully my Tana next time." ”

"Uncle Xidu, this is the only time, and I won't take it as an example."

"Besides, we pay attention to unity, move forward together, and develop together, and you, as the mayor of Chahar Town, should be very clear about our party's policies, so you will not suffer."

As he spoke, Lao Geng had already raised the mare's milk wine in his hand, and then raised his glass to Uncle Xidu with a smile and drank it all.

Behind him, Da Fei and Da Bing were smiling maliciously, where was the debauched look just now.

Uncle Xidu drank the mare's milk wine in the bowl, looked up at Da Bing and Da Fei, and his eyes were full of smiles, as if he had thought of something happy.

On a rectangular field stood three wooden stakes, spaced half a foot apart from each other.

A white line was drawn on the ground about 30 meters from the stake, and someone was already standing at the white line and throwing something at the stake.

"Brother Junbao, this is the Saibulu of our grassland."

Tana excitedly introduced the layout in front of Zhang Junbao, and knew that she wanted Zhang Junbao to participate in the competition.

"Seibu?" This strange name confuses Zhang Junbao.

"Saibulu means throwing, and Chinese means throwing, you know?"

Tana seemed to be a little anxious, and gestured twice when she spoke, looking at her movements, Zhang Junbao knew what was going on.

"It's like skimming a grenade!"

Zhang Junbao understood as soon as he saw the movements of other people, holding an ancient monster piece like a chain hammer in his hand, and then throwing it at the wooden stake thirty meters away, this action is not too simple.

You must know that when the recruit company trains to throw grenades, it is a 30-meter passing line, and it must be accurately thrown into the drawn circle, which is exactly the same as the Saibulu in front of you.

After figuring out what was going on, Zhang Junbao suddenly had confidence.

"Tana, I already know, look at mine."

Looking at Zhang Junbao's confident look, Tana was stunned for a moment, and then laughed a little unnaturally.

"Then it's up to Brother Junbao."

Zhang Junbao walked to the white line, picked up a sickle-like "Haimul Bru" from the ground, weighed it in his hand, and then aimed at the stake in the distance, and threw it out with a flick of his hand.

The landed Seamuleblu kicked up a puff of dust, but did not touch a single stake.

Zhang Junbao's face turned red, and he shrank his neck helplessly, bragging a little bit just now.

The shape of the sickle-shaped blue and the grenade are too different, and the force and angle of the throw are completely different, so Zhang Junbao failed.

Tana, who was standing next to her, also pouted, just now she was still bragging to her little sister about how powerful Zhang Junbao was, but she was embarrassed.

"Brother Junbao, are you okay?"

In the face of Tana's questioning, Zhang Junbao scratched his hair a little embarrassed, and now he is not sure to win the game.

"Hahahaha......."

There was a burst of laughter around the arena, and Zhang Junbao noticed that many people were staring at him.

In a crowd of people dressed in national costumes, the olive green military uniform on his body was as dazzling as a light in the dark night.