When the vast majority of people in Datong City thought that Yang Zhen must be dead, but they didn't know where he died, he lived comfortably in the tribal tent of the Mongolian people and raised his body. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info, well, in fact, it's not so pleasant, the food here is not delicious, the quantity is also very limited, and the injuries on the body will not be good for a while, and there is no smart trauma doctor, so I can only rely on myself to slowly heal.

However, Yang Zhen was very satisfied with this result, thinking about those comrades who died under the iron hooves of the Mongolian people along the way, he felt that being alive was the greatest favor of God for him. And he believes that with the strength of his body, coupled with the effect of hair growth from the inside out, the injury will be relieved as quickly as possible.

After a period of recuperation, after mid-July, Yang Zhen was able to walk slowly on the ground. At the same time, the injuries of Xiang Ying and Xia Kai over there were still quite heavy, and they were still in a semi-comatose state. Yang Zhen remembered very clearly that the two of them fought for their lives several times at the last moment to save their lives, which made him feel a little more grateful in his heart.

Xiang Ying said that he had already said that as long as he avenged himself, this life would be Yang Zhen's, and when he encountered a critical situation, he would naturally risk his life to protect Yang Zhen. It's Xia Kai's subordinate, who used to think that he was just a clever ordinary person, but he didn't expect that at that time, he also helped him block the deadly attack.

Looking at the two companions who were still not very conscious, Yang Zhen's eyes were both grateful and determined. This time, those guys dare to calculate themselves and the people around them like this, he Yang Zhen will definitely return them tenfold and hundredfold, no matter what path they are, and how huge the interest group is behind them, there is only one identity left for him - enemy!

Coming out of the tent where Xiang Ying was recuperating from his injuries, Yang Zhen saw that Gelehei was talking to a burly young man about his size. In terms of speaking, among these people who ran here, Grad Hei was the least injured, and I don't know if it was because he had a Mongolian bloodline, so those Tartars didn't attack him, or if he was really lucky, he only suffered some skin injuries, and he didn't need to rest to move as usual.

But it was also a good thing, because when they ran to the Gebeg, everyone else was seriously injured and fainted, and only Grehei could still hold up and speak. And he is a Mongolian, although he grew up in the capital, he still learned Mongolian, and he naturally speaks much easier when facing these fellow clansmen. Otherwise, Yang Zhen didn't dare to guarantee that he and the others would still be alive, it would be good if these Mongolian people didn't kill them, and it would be impossible to rescue them to their own clan for medical treatment.

In fact, Yang Zhen had a close relationship with a Mongolian mercenary comrade-in-arms named Tuta in his previous life, so he also learned a lot of Mongolian from him. However, I don't know if it was because the two of them spoke too fast, or because the Mongolian language at this time was different from that of later generations, Yang Zhen could only barely understand the few words they said, but he didn't understand what they were talking about at all.

However, this did not prevent Yang Zhen from coming forward to greet them and thank this Mongolian young man named Wujiang again. As soon as Gelehei saw Yang Zhen coming, he hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and asked a few words about his body with concern, Yang Zhen replied casually, and then smiled and looked at the Mongolian man in front of him who was also looking at himself curiously.

As a Mongolian and a young man, Wujiang is used to speaking straightforwardly, and he can't hide any problems in his heart, so he asked Gelhei: "This is the leader you are talking about, right?" I think he's also very ordinary, why do you respect him so much? ”

"Yang Qianhu is not simple, his martial arts are not comparable to you and me at all, and he is also resourceful, I naturally obey him the most." Ge Lehe glanced at Yang Zhen with some embarrassment, but fortunately, it seemed that he didn't understand Wujiang's somewhat rude words.

Although Yang Zhen really didn't understand what the other party was saying, he still saw some clues from his slightly contemptuous look. However, he didn't take this kind of trivial matter to heart, and only smiled at the other party slightly, and then said to Geler: "This clan doesn't look big, and it's quite poor, how do they survive?" ”

Although he is not a Mongolian, Yang Zhen also knows that the grassland people have always believed in the natural law of the jungle. Although a small tribe like the Gai Beggars does not have much oil and water, whether it is their cattle and sheep or the population, it is not without benefits to some large tribes, how can they still live in peace?

This time, Gelehei glanced at Wujiang with some embarrassment, this kind of matter of their tribe itself, it is really difficult for him, an outsider, to ask casually. However, his actions still fell in the eyes of Wujiang, and he asked, "What did this friend of the Ming Kingdom say?" It seems difficult to answer. ”

Grehei was not used to lying, and the two parties were in front of him, so he couldn't be perfunctory casually, so he had to translate Yang Zhen's meaning slightly euphemistically.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Wujiang's brows furrowed, and he looked a little unhappy. I saw him looking at Yang Zhen deeply, but he said to his new friend Ge Le: "You tell him that although our Gai Qi Department is indeed not strong enough now, I believe that in the near future, I will definitely be able to make him a strong man on the grassland!" ”

After listening to Grehei's translation, Yang Zhen just smiled faintly: "I'm just curious why you can survive here." In fact, in a situation like yours, you can attach me to the Ming Dynasty, and the court will definitely settle you properly. Like this......" He waved his hand at the somewhat sparse grass around him, "How can you be really strong if you don't need enough forage for cattle, sheep and horses?" ”

"......" This time, Wujiang is really a little difficult to refute. In fact, as the son of the patriarch of the Gaiqi tribe, he also mentioned to his father several times to move to another place with abundant vegetation, but his patriarchal father refused. He also didn't understand this.

When Yang Zhen heard his doubts, he laughed: "I see, I know why your Gai Beggars can survive safely, your father is a man of great wisdom, I admire it." ”

"Huh?" Wujiang glanced at Yang Zhen strangely, he still had some opinions about his timid father, but he didn't expect this Ming man to say that he admired his father, which surprised him.

Just as he was puzzled, a deep middle-aged man's voice came from the tent behind: "Why do you say that, this friend of the Ming Kingdom?" As he spoke, a red-black man spun around.

"Father." When Wujiang saw that it was him, he hurriedly stepped forward and shouted, and Gelehei also stood and saluted the man, and introduced to Yang Zhen that this person was Mu Tu, the patriarch of the Gaiqi tribe who had promised to take them in.

Yang Zhen bowed his hand to Mu Tu, and then said through Gelehei's translation: "We Han people have a saying that those who know the times are Junjie, and Your Excellency is a person who knows the times very well." Knowing that his tribe is not strong, he doesn't go to those places where water and grass are abundant, so that he can ensure his safety as much as possible. After all, the powerful tribes also tend to choose those places, and once they are occupied, they will use force to take them, and by the way, they will destroy those tribes. Pifu is not guilty, and it seems that we Han people understand the truth of his guilt. ”

Although it was impossible for Gelhei's translator to translate all the words, Mu Tu still understood the meaning, which made him can't help but look Yang Zhenlai up and down, and only said after a while: "Your Excellency is not an ordinary person. Almost no one in my mind clan can understand this, even my son ......" He glanced at Wujiang helplessly, and said, "He can't understand my hard work either." But you, a friend of the Ming Kingdom, understood my mind as soon as you came. Saying that, he happily stretched out his hand to pull Yang Zhen, and was about to invite him to sit in his tent and drink.

Although Yang Zhen was still injured and couldn't drink, he saw that the other party was enthusiastic, and Yang Zhen couldn't refuse, so he nodded and agreed, and followed Mu Tu to the bigger tent in the middle of the group.

And Wujiang was stunned at this time, he finally understood why his father made this decision. In addition to feeling guilty about his ignorant words and deeds before, he also glanced at Yang Zhengao a few times: "Gelhei, I believe it." ”

"Huh?" Because Grehei is not too smart, he is still thinking about the meaning of Yang Zhen's words, and he can't come back to his senses for a while.

"I said I believe that this leader of yours is an extraordinary person, and he will be great in the future." Wujiang is very sure of authenticity.

Only then did Grehei come to his senses, and said with a smile: "That's natural, my family is already amazing now!" ”

But at this time, the great Yang Zhen was facing a problem, and a large bowl of sour mare's milk wine made him feel a little difficult to swallow. In his previous life, he had also drunk this, but he felt that it tasted good, and now it seems that the mare's milk wine at that time must have been improved, but this one in front of him is pure and natural, and the taste is really not flattering.

But Yang Zhen also knew that when he was a guest at the Mongolian family, the wine that people toasted had to be drunk, so he had to drink the wine head-on. Seeing Yang Zhen fill a bowl of wine in one gulp, Mu Tu smiled even more happily, and wanted to fill another bowl for Yang Zhen.

Seeing this, Yang Zhen hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I can't drink anymore, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold the wound if I drink it again." As he spoke, he pointed to the bandaging on his shoulders and back.

Although he didn't understand what he was talking about, Mu Tu still understood it through his movements, and he was no longer reluctant, and poured himself a glass and slowly tasted it. It seemed that to him, this rancid wine was already delicious.

Fortunately, at this time, the two of them also came over, and finally avoided the embarrassment of the two talking together.

Seeing that the "translation" arrived, Yang Zhen said again: "Patriarch Mutu, have you considered attaching my Da Ming, it is better than staying here to live a hard life and worrying about being violated by other powerful tribes every day, right?" ”