Yao Cha's first Yujian Warat was an old man herding sheep in this small tribe.

"Old man, are you from this tribe?" Yao Cha dismounted, spoke to the old man in half-baked Mongolian, and took off the wine bag from his waist, took a sip and handed it to the old man.

The old man's eyes lit up after two sips, and it seemed that he was clearly more fond of spirits than of national and national identity. There was no such thing as blowing the horns of the bull to gather people and draw swords against each other because of Yao Cha's Mongolian dialect with a Ming accent.

"I want to be the face of this tribe!" Na Yan is also the leader, Yao Cha said what he meant, and then he subconsciously tensed his muscles, ready to say the next sentence, that is: I want to challenge the warriors of this tribe.

Who knows that the old man listened, nodded and said, "Can you get some of this wine?" As long as you can get five bags of this wine and ten catties of tea in a hundred days......" He carefully opened a small bag, and Yao checked it, he was from a military family, and he could see that this was definitely inferior tea, that is, the kind that the people privately called "worship God tea" - except for the offering table when worshipping God, no one would drink that thing.

I only heard the old man say: "We all obey you to be that face!" As he spoke, the old man shouted, and a dozen or so young and strong people rushed out, listening to the old man's words, they all nodded, and said to Yao Cha, "Yes, yes! Five bags of wine, ten catties of tea, you should be that face! ”

Yao Cha was stunned, he knew this, should he ask his wife Liu Yiyi to carry a bag of tea over? Maybe you'll be able to subdue many tribes! But Yao Cha is not stupid, if he really gives wine and tea and becomes the head of this tribe, then he will be a puppet, right? At that moment, he shook his head and said to those young people: "Wine and tea, I can get it, defeat me." I'll give you a pound of tea; If you lose, you'll have to make me that face. ”

"Good!" Those men in the grassland, as soon as they heard that they could get tea after defeating him, their eyes were about to burst blue, you must know that the nomads have a great demand for tea, and the herdsmen have a very single diet because they are very simple, not that the poor herdsmen can also eat meat every day, for example, this small tribe may not be able to eat much meat, but things such as ghee mutton fat are often eaten. Their intake of animal fats far exceeds that of the Han farmers in the mainland, and the role of tea is that it contains theophylline, without tea, for them, it has become a problem to quench their thirst.

Far away. Ding Yi saw Yao Cha dodge a young pounce from a warat, a few jabs and an uppercut. directly put the other party down; And the next young man is a wrestler. quickly knocked Yao Cha down, but it was about Yao Cha's cross strangulation that he couldn't hold on and admitted defeat...... When Yao Cha put down the fifth young man, no one came up again, and the surrounding Warats all knelt down on one knee, not knowing what they were talking about.

"Let's go." Ding Yi said to Chen San, pulling the horse's head and running to a place where herdsmen might gather.

This is just the beginning. Maybe it won't go as smoothly as this time.

But there is no doubt that this is a very good start.

Seven days after entering the grassland, Ding Yi was the only one with Chen San to follow.

Coming out of the Bauhinia Pass, follow the route they are taking. Originally, it was cut to the edge of the Warat, and Ding Yi's goal was itself these small tribes. Obviously, when he chose the soldiers, these were originally civil strongmen, and with the tempering of the past half a year, it was still a very certain thing to defeat the warriors of these small tribes in hand-to-hand combat without deliberately avoiding archery and equestrianism.

"This time, try a bigger tribe." Ding Yi said to Chen San.

After all, their purpose is not to really want to be the face or the little sweat of these small tribes.

It's just that it's already dusk, and no matter what they think, they can only look at tomorrow's fortune.

But they didn't expect that not long after Ding Yi finished saying this, when they had just found a hill suitable for camping next to a river, they heard a song full of grassland charm from the south. As the horses rode away with the singing, they saw a tribe of two or three hundred households in the distance, which seemed to be carrying out some kind of celebration, and from time to time people got up and danced by the bonfire, and the horse-head fiddle was playing.

"Looks like you're going to have to find your own campsite." Ding Yi spread his hand to Chen San, laughed helplessly, turned over and dismounted to carry his equipment, and then threw the reins of the mount to Chen San, who was a little worried on his face, but he knew very well that he couldn't stop Ding Yi, no one could stop him, including Ding Yi himself.

So Chen San just said to Ding Yi right away: "Sir, take care!" ”

"I am strong in the country." Ding nodded and said this to him.

"I am strong in the country!" Chen San solemnly repeated it once, and then without any more nonsense, he rode alone and in two horses towards the way to the north.

Ding Yi walked forward slowly, looking at the dead horses running on the mountain, and the yurt that could be seen in sight, walking for a long time, looking still far away.

But for Ding Yi, this is nothing, there is no difference between the speed of his movement and the time of the beginning, it will not be faster or slower, if you look closely at his walking, it will make people feel as if it is not a person, but a device, not only the speed is the same, almost even a few steps and breaths are kept at the same frequency.

When he walked to the tent on the outermost part of the tribe, three or four hundred meters, he found something, something he was familiar with, disguise. Just in front of him, there were two camouflaged bushes. Unless the herders who live in the grasslands have just buried two bodies here, and shoveled some turf from somewhere else to cover them. But this is the grassland, not the Central Plains, for the funeral, there doesn't seem to be such an exquisiteness, or there is, Dante Yi doesn't know.

Ding Yi stopped and took a sip of water, no more, no less, and then he slowly lay down, because he was 100% sure that they were two people in disguise, even if the herdsmen had the same funeral habits as the people of the Central Plains, Ding Yi dared to confirm it. Because he believes that there will probably be no such thing as a corpse change on this shijie.

The two piles of grass were moving forward.

Obviously, these are two masters, whether in this era or hundreds of years later, they are definitely masters, and behind them, they did not press the long grass out of a trajectory because of their advance. And the camouflage on their bodies is just similar to the long grass around them, and it will definitely not attract attention - the reason why Ding Yi can spot them is just a professional quirk, noticing that the grass on their bodies is slightly drier than the grass around them, and if night comes, even Ding Yi will not be able to find the abnormality.

Ding Yi slowly crawled over the pile of grass beside him, and then picked up speed about ten steps or so, not because he no longer minded the sound of his body pressing against the grass, but the rhythm. He kept up with the crawling rhythm of the pretender in front of him, and the movements brought by Ding Yi were synchronized with the frequency of the other party's movements.

There are some things, once in place, that seem so easy. He pounced on the other party and slammed into the carotid artery. The other party passed out. You don't have to do anything to fight to the death. There is no need to fight with swords, maybe with his hands, Ding Yi may not be able to win - just like Su Zhen, even now Ding Yi does not dare to guarantee that he can win in a head-to-head duel - but what determines the outcome on the battlefield is not only fists and feet, but also comprehensive quality.

Ding Yi took out a piece of rope. Cut the opponent's hands back, tie a capture knot at the base of the two thumbs, and the extra rope will merge the elbows of the opponent's hands cut up backwards to tie an anti-detachment knot. Then tie a knot around the neck, so that unless the man takes his head off, it will never be possible to break free.

Then Ding Yi slowly crawled to the left, and if you look down from the air, you will find that the trajectory of Ding Yi's movement is an "S" shape. There were no surprises, especially when Ding Yi was so long against the enemy, and he had no intention of calculating or not, he smashed the opponent again with a straight punch in the back hand, and then Ding Yi was able to perform his binding skills again.

At this time, night has fallen.

Ding kept getting up and walked towards the bonfire in the middle of the tribe, and his unabashed ease of pace, and even singing and walking in Mongolian language, was still noticeable to the tune of this era, and soon two herdsmen greeted him. They did not bend their bows or draw their scimitars, but beckoned to Ding Yi, "Which tribe's eagle has flown here!" "We have ghee and mare's milk wine, will you come?" Descendants of the Immortal Heaven! ”

I don't know if they drank too much, or if the grassland people's habit of talking is like this, a bit of a rapping feeling.

But the friendliness of Ding Yi could be felt, and even the two herdsmen never raised their hands to him from beginning to end.

War, it is war that distorts everything.

It is also greed that makes these originally simple people ugly and murderous.

After the Mongolian comrade-in-arms died in the line of duty, as an orphan Ding Yi spent every time he had a family visit holiday, he went to this comrade-in-arms' home in Tongliao, so his Mongolian dialect was not much worse than the translation in the Siyi Pavilion.

"My friend, if you don't mind inviting a Han man for a drink, then I can't refuse your kindness." Ding Yi greeted them with a fist, he didn't plan to pretend to be a Warat, although at present, there is no flaw in his Mongolian language, but Ding Yi knows very well that after a long time and a lot of chatting, he will finally show his feet.

"Han Chinese?" This made the two herdsmen stunned, and they were a little unable to react, because the Ming were a bit distant to this tribe, and they were more accustomed to calling them Ming people than Han Chinese. One of the honest herdsmen moved his hands, but finally did not lift it, "You are a Ming person, right?" Weishenme to the steppe? Merchant? ”

Ding Yi shook his head, took off the wine bag on his waist and threw it over: "I heard that the men of the grassland will respect the strong, so I want to see if it's true." Of course, if I'm not strong enough, I'd like to learn equestrian skills from you, with tea and good wine as the cost of my studies. ”

"Immortal Heaven is above!" The tall and thin herdsman suddenly ran over, Ding Yi did not push him away, because the other party had no precursor of accumulating strength at all, and it turned out that the other party had no malicious intent, "Let's go, Mingren, there are nobles in the tribe, and her guards have a bad temper!" Go, hurry up, do you want to learn horsemanship? Come back in a few days. He said as he snatched the bag of wine from the honest man's hand and stuffed it into Ding Yi, "Keep it, live, you still want to learn in a few days, come to me again, my name is Agudam......"

But at this time, from the direction of the campfire, there was the sound of footsteps, and someone shouted angrily in a low voice: "Hey! What are you doing! Who are you? Which tribe's! The torch was lit, and a burly man of Warat came over, his thick beard obscuring half of his face, but not his wolf-like eyes, for he was not a herdsman, for not only did he wear a sword and a bow, but he wore a hard-leather armor.

"I'm Han ......," Ding Yi said to him with a smile.

Agudamu just wanted to say that Ding Yi was a merchant in the Ming Kingdom, but Ding Yi had already said what he was going to say, "I heard that the men of the grassland will follow the strong, I want to see if it's true." ”

"The strong?" The Warat man was stunned for a moment, daxiao got up, he looked much stronger and taller than Ding Yi, he pointed at Ding Yi and smiled, "Yes, the men on the grassland will respect the strong and follow the strong ......" Then he restrained his smile, like a bull roaring from his nostrils before he charged, "But you, not the strong!" Get lost! (To be continued......)

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