In the cold tent, except for a little heat from the brazier in the corner, the other positions are really cold, maybe for the Mongolians, this is a temperature that can be unloaded and can sleep, but for Zhang Mao, it is really uncomfortable, than Ding out of the customs with him all the way north, the snow nest where the camp is more uncomfortable.

Because Ding Yi's rich experience in survival in the wild is not in vain, not only will he choose a sheltered place, but also in the snow nest, several delicate small copper stoves will be placed, and if the ventilation is done, there will be no danger of poisoning; And there is also a heavy fur fur brought out from the British government, which can keep warm well.

These assemblies, because of the premise of light clothing and camouflage on the mission, were left in the Duyin tribe; And the soldiers who guarded first, of course, camped there in a dangerous terrain, and it was unlikely that they would choose a sheltered place, so in this tent, Zhang Mao was extremely uncomfortable, and the smell of the feet in that tent made him want to vomit even more.

So he couldn't sleep at all, and he was about to cry when he sat on Ding's side and watched. This made Ding Yi very helpless, so he had to sit up, squeeze to the side of the strong Mongolian who exuded the smell of wine by the brazier, and patted him gently, the man's reaction was extremely handsome, and he smashed it with a punch in his hand.

Dante Yi calmly turned his head to avoid it, put his hands on the opponent's elbow and wrist joints, put his knees on the opponent's waist, and said with a low laugh in Mongolian: "Don't make trouble, the nobles will hear it in a while, and they should eat the whip again...... A little wolf cub from my tribe came out with him. The bow horse is excellent, but the body bones are a little weak, and they can't bear the cold. In the tent of the Duyin tribe. It's all a bad breed, and I can't even tolerate a little wolf cub, I heard that Ale Chi is a hero, bring that little wolf cub over to your side to squeeze it, okay? ”

I followed the patrol for a while just now, but it wasn't in vain, Ding Yi paid attention to every word said by those people in the patrol. For example, the name of the Alechi is mentioned several times in the patrol team, saying that it is a bad temper. After drinking and making trouble, they all said that as long as they didn't kill someone, they shouldn't pay attention to this guy.

That's why Ding Yicai specially chose this tent, even if there is no Zhang Mao's child. It's dawn. Ding Yi also wants to have a friendship with this Alecchi Lala - the whole tent is filled with the smell of wine on this person, Ding Yi can't admit his mistake if he wants to, even if he recognizes the wrong person, in fact, it doesn't matter, the other party will definitely say that he is not the person Ding Yi is looking for, then, if the other party is vicious, the result will be.

The Mongol said in a sullen voice, "What's not to do? Go and get the cub. The capable cubs are all frozen to death and frostbitten, how will the tribe live in the future? What a big deal. Hurry up and get it! He doesn't necessarily speak so well, but his left hand is pressed under him, his right hand is stuck by Ding Yi, and his waist is pressed against his knees.

Ding Yi thanked him, and after letting go of him, the Mongolian sat up at once, and threw another punch at him, but halfway through the punch, he stopped, because Ding Yi's hand had reached out in front of his eyes, and he held two flattened gold rings in his palm, and said to him: "I have to go back, otherwise I will say that I have escaped later, and the little cub will ask you to take care of it on weekdays." ”

The Mongolian was silent for a while, withdrew his fist hanging in the air, took away the two gold rings in Ding Yi's palm, nodded and said: "Cheng, Alecchi has taken your things and will handle your affairs, if that cub is really good at arching and horses, no one will harm him on weekdays, but if Nayan Sect goes into battle, ......"

"Naturally, it's life and death to go into battle." Ding Yi smiled and continued, and then praised again, "Your skills are very good, one day I got mare's milk wine, and I came to find you to wrestle and play." My name is Zadaran, I came out with the Duyin tribe, this cub is called Shuanghuri, our tribe is small, the first time I hit Miyun, I almost died, the Duyin tribe ......"

Alecchi sighed, waved his hand and signaled Ding Yi not to continue: "Duyin's people are really the same as wild wolves, don't mess with them, you don't mess with them, but it's right, you can win ten, you can't win hundred, little cub, come over here, sleep!" Then he said to Ding Yi, "When the morning dawns, you come to look for me, there is wine to drink here in Alecchi!" Obviously, he also appreciated Ding Yi's skills.

Ding nodded, rubbed Zhang Mao's head, and walked out of the tent.

As for how Zhang Mao survived in the tent, it was not something that Ding Yi was worried about, he couldn't take care of Zhang Mao the whole time, in that case, there would be no point in going out of the customs. People always have to grow up on their own, and Ding Yigang is here to be considered very good.

He did not return to the Duyin tribe, but approached another tent, and Ding Yi said to the people in the tent who were still gambling: "Alecchi is bound to bleed to death!" Borrow a place to squeeze in, and tomorrow when it's dawn, I'll go and do it with him again! Some people sympathetically persuaded Ding Yi to forget it, and some people listened, but they said that they could do it with Alechi and had not yet laid down on the ground, and they were also very skilled, so they reached out and put their hands on Ding Yi's arm, which meant that they felt that Ding Yi was bragging, and they wanted to stretch out and measure him.

Some people persuaded it, but more people watched the excitement, Ding Yi did not dodge, let the opponent hold his arm, and when the opponent was about to exert his strength, he kicked the opponent's waist and abdomen in the air, and threw the person away.

Ding Yi fell asleep quickly this night, and the Mongolians who were playing with ox bones and gambling money originally had some thoughts, thinking that Ding Yi's origin was a bit unknown, but seeing that he was good, and he had a grudge with Alechi, and slept peacefully, he also felt that if there was something wrong, how could he sleep so peacefully? Anyway, it's dawning, just go to Alechi and ask.

Dawn did not wait for the people in this tent to ask Ale Chi or check Ding Yi, Ding Yi, who claimed to be named "Zadaran", went to find Ale Chi by himself, although the snow has not stopped, but as soon as Ding walked over, he waved at Al Chi, the latter obviously did not live up to the patrol's evaluation of him, no wind has to toss out three feet of waves, as soon as he saw Ding Yi, remembering the loss he suffered last night, where can he still press it? Immediately pulled out his companions and rushed out.

Ding Yi was not polite, and greeted him with a grappling technique, ready to catch the other party, and directly prepared to fix him to solve the battle with a cross twist. Because this is the tent where the guards are also the first big tent, they can't pretend to be forced here, and the battle has dragged on for a long time, which has attracted the attention of those people who have also attracted the attention of the king of the saikan, so the distance between them and Ding Yi is close, but how can Ding Yi run after he makes a move? Could it be that someone came here to be martyred? Whether it is him or Zhang Mao, they really have no such plans.

But this time, as soon as Ding miscalculated, Alecchi forcibly stopped the forward momentum, which one of the tents on the left and right can enter and exit? Those who can understand the doorway can't help but cheer for a while, and someone is already saying to his companion: "Zadalan is a good wrestler, but that physique suffers, and Alechi is standing like this, and one of them is against him two!" ”

This is very real, the bones of Ding Yi's body are not comparable to his body in modern times that was selected for special forces because of his outstanding talent, this is originally the foundation of a showman! In terms of fighting, this thing has reached a certain level, it really depends on talent, just like practicing hard for decades, no matter how hard you work, if you don't have talent, how can you not become Lin Dan, Li Na, Maradona or Xu Haifeng, Wang Yifu, to this level of level, the advantage of talent will be revealed.

"If Alecchi is a fist and kick, Zadalan will lose without a three-in-one!" Some people even made up their minds, because wrestling can also be borrowed, and skills still account for a large proportion of this; But if it is mixed with fists and feet, then the black bear is also like Alechi, compared to Ding Yi, who also looks slender in a herdsman's torn sheepskin coat, the power of the fists and feet, anyone who really looks at it, understands that it is too powerful.

Not to mention Greco-Roman wrestling, this is not the venue of the Olympic Games, the ancient Olympic Games were abolished by the Roman emperors thousands of years ago, and the modern Olympic Games will not be opened for a few hundred years. This is where the elite of the Standing Army of Warat gathers, what rules? For people who are bloody on the battlefield, killing the other party is the rule, the only rule, for the companions, it is a little easier to say, if you can stop at the critical moment, it is to be crippled rather than killed, and you can't stop it? The Mongols have always had a habit that the loser is the slave of the victor, and if he kills his own slave, as long as it is not related to the nobles, who is impatient to pay attention to this bit of?

So as soon as Alecchi stopped his feet and roared, two fists flew out, and every blow really brought a sound of breaking the air, there was no false move, just take it, and it was basically useless. The onlookers on the side couldn't help but speak: "Alec, there is no deep hatred!" "Alecchi is also a small celebrity, if he has a deep enmity with Ding Yi, everyone should also listen to him. So several people persuaded, "The skinny one admits defeat!" "His name is Zalanda, Zalanda, admit defeat!" "That's right, Alecchi has a fist and kick, you can't fight him! ”

In fact, Ding Yi's footsteps were not chaotic, and even in the process, he also swept the calf of Ale Chi five or six times with a low whip leg, as long as he insisted on it for a while and was injured, Ding Yi did not have no chance to kill Ale Chi, even if he only used his fists and feet. Yes, Ding Yi can't defeat this bear-like Mongolian, this is the difference between talent and physique, the 65 kg boxing champion and the 90 kg boxing champion fight, and it's not counting points, how can you beat the opponent without killing the opponent? (To be continued......)

PS: I'm going to see a tooth today, and I'll send it as soon as I get it.

In fact, this chapter was passed up in the early hours of the morning when I didn't dare to sleep, drinking strong tea and holding an ice pack. Because I'm worried that tomorrow after getting my teeth, it will be so painful that I can't move at all......

Get some referral tickets to relieve pain......