It was late in the night, and the camp, which had been noisy all dusk, was completely silent, and outside the tent was a whining north wind, and everyone huddled in their tents except for the necessary sentinels.

Ma Qiao is really an edible rammer, the milk that is naturally thawed in the tent has not completely melted, he gnawed so much beef and mutton at night, and at this time he was still holding a jar of frozen milk, scraping it off layer by layer with a knife, sipping it into his mouth, and eating it with relish.

This kind of temporary tent is too small, and if one person sleeps in a small space, if it is stretched out in a large shape, it will touch the edge of the tent, but there are not many tents, and at least three people sleep in a tent.

Gu Zhuting is a man dressed as a woman, no matter which tent she lives in, she can't avoid squeezing together with two stinky men, among the many stinky men, Yang Fan is probably more pleasing to the eye, so she consciously squeezed into the same tent with Yang Fan and Ma Qiao.

Ma Qiao had been eating, and Yang Fan and Gu Zhuting were sitting there cross-legged, looking like they couldn't find anything to talk about, and they looked very uncomfortable if they didn't speak.

The tent was very quiet, except for the whimpering wind that came into the tent, only the sound of Ma Qiao licking milk, "Haw, chirp......"

This voice seems to have a hypnotic effect after listening to it for a long time, Yang Fan and Gu Zhuting sat relatively far aside, their heads could be directly pushed to the top of the canopy, and after sitting for a long time, Yang Fan couldn't stand it anymore, and yawned: "Sleep!" ”

Gu Zhuting immediately lay down, her back pressed against the tent.

Yang Fan suggested: "You...... It's better to sleep in the middle, it's colder on the side! ”

Gu Zhuting was startled, and quickly shook her head at him, and glanced at Ma Qiao quickly, seeing what it meant, she was reluctant to be next to Ma Qiao.

Ma Qiao was endless, sticking out his tongue unsatisfied. Licking the milk from the knife, he said complacently: "Then I'll lie down in the middle!"

Ma Qiao put the lid on the milk jug and lay down happily in the middle of the tent, with a touch of milk on the corner of his mouth.

Yang Fan and Gu Zhuting glanced at each other, turned around in unison, and lay down.

Everyone was dressed very thickly, and they couldn't be taken off in this tent, so even if they were next to each other, it was nothing, but the narrow space was not only dull, but it was also difficult to turn over. It's uncomfortable.

Yang Fan had just brewed a trace of sleepiness, and the snoring of Ma Qiao suddenly sounded in the tent, the snoring sound was not small, and it was even more deafening to his ears, Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh: "I really can't sleep this night." I'm going to have to kick Brother Bridge aside tomorrow anyway! ”

Yang Fan was so shocked by the snoring sound of Ma Qiao that he couldn't sleep, so he lay down gently. Pillowed on his arm, he thought wildly.

"Do I usually snore? Men should all snore. It's a pity that I can't hear it. If I snored as loudly as Brother Qiao'er, how did Xiaoman sleep in the first place? When she gets up in the morning, she obviously sees that she is sleeping soundly, is it okay for a woman to listen to a man's snoring? In that case, the ancient girl should be able to sleep. ”

"Before this mission, the military post had already brought the news back to Luoyang, and the family should already know the news of my safety. Nianzu and Sirong are the fastest growing up, this time it will be half a year, and when I go back, there should be a lot of changes, maybe I will call my father......"

Yang Fan's thoughts were chaotic. He thought a lot in this desert tent, and suddenly, he would also think of Mu Heyue in another felt tent not far away, the two of them had such a scene completely because of an undebunkable misunderstanding, but because of this skin-to-skin kiss, he couldn't help but think of her.

Now, seeing that her husband loves her so much, that she has a lovely child, and that she has grown into a happy little woman, a part of her heart that should not be carried by him is also dissolved...... A tent full of snoring.

The snoring suddenly stopped, and Ma Qiao sat up suddenly.

Yang Fan pricked up his ears curiously, felt Ma Qiao sit for a moment, suddenly moved to the edge of the tent, and then pulled open the felt pieces that were stacked on top of the triangular tent and drilled out.

As soon as Ma Qiao went out, Yang Fan thought that Gu Zhuting, who was already asleep, was like a kitten, silently crawled in front of him, and said firmly: "You sleep on my side, or I won't be able to sleep!" ”

"It's so cold!"

As soon as Ma Qiao went out, he shivered, the wind blew on his face like a knife cutting, and the desert night was so cold that people were reluctant to stick out even a toe.

The vast Milky Way was gorgeously horizontal in the air, and a little light shimmered in the silence and serenity, and Ma Qiao stumbled into the distance with this faint light.

After the night of Ma Qiao, he came back at a trot, and entered the tent with a cold air, and was smoked by the warm breath of the tent, and shivered first, and then covered the mouth of the tent with all his hands and feet, and then groped his way back to the bed.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt a pair of big feet with felt tubes, and the middle position had been occupied by Yang Fan.

"It's not honest to sleep!"

Ma Qiao muttered, touched the side again, and made sure that it was an empty seat, so he crawled over, and covered his thick sheepskin jacket, and after a while, the sweet sleepiness made him snort again.

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt that the ancient girl sleeping next to him seemed to breathe a long sigh of relief.

As soon as the day was bright and sleepy, the sound of preparing to leave sounded in the camp.

Yang Fan opened his eyes, saw that there was no Gu Zhuting beside him, and thought that she got up earlier than himself, and then felt a little heavy on his body, he gently lifted the wool blanket and took a look, only to see that Gu Zhuting had already fallen into his arms, his head was buried in the quilt, and he covered his ears with his fat sleeves, sleeping peacefully, like a chick covered under the wings of a hen.

Breakfast was sloppy, and the herdsmen did not even cook rice, but boiled some dirty hot water, and then they nibbled on some dry food and dried meat, and then began to dismantle the tents, pack them, and load the camels.

Gu Zhuting had been avoiding Yang Fan's gaze, and seemed to be a little embarrassed because of what happened in the morning. Yang Fan didn't think there was anything wrong with that, but for Gu Zhuting, who had matured physically and mentally, but had never had such an intimate move with a man, it obviously took more time for the waves in her heart to calm down.

The procession continued to advance towards the vast expanse in the vast twilight, and the east was a thick and wide bright red, burning half of the sky, and setting the wilderness even more desolate.

After a few days of driving, Yang Fan could no longer see Mo Si's sweat tent banner, and then he couldn't see Mu Si and Mu Heyue's family. Then even the Khestan witch who stared at them every day and tried to kill them with his eyes was no longer visible.

The team stretched longer, stretching for dozens of miles, but there was no one to restrain or take care of these envoys from Wuzhou and Khitan, they could not escape at all, and to escape was to kill themselves, and this wilderness was the most Haode guard of the Turks. This endless wilderness made their lives hard, but it was also the most powerful army that God had given them.

Even when they were at their weakest, no powerful empire dared to claim to have truly conquered them living in the desert steppes. They were in constant war, far more than in the Central Plains, mostly over civil wars over limited water and grassland.

The firewood and snow stored at the time of departure have been used up. Now they burn horse dung and sheep dung every day, and drink the thin snow that has been blown up from the Gobi, which contains not only sand and gravel, but occasionally cow and horse dung, but they cannot survive without drinking it. Yang Fan is not exempt from vulgarity, although the ancient girl is a woman. Probably over the years, he has experienced far more difficult conditions than Yang Fan. Earlier than he adapted.

Of course, it is impossible to take a bath, and there is no need to mention washing hair, the hair of Yang Fan, Ma Qiao, Gu Zhuting and others is messy, a lock of dirty, and the oil stains on the leather robe are full of mutton smell, under such conditions. No matter how beautiful a woman is in her arms, it is impossible to have any charming ideas.

Now, Yang Fan has adapted to the snoring of Ma Qiao, and Gu Zhuting is also used to sleeping in Yang Fan's arms and sticking to his chest to keep warm. Then he put his sleeve over his ear to avoid Mahashi's snoring......

The winters, which are much longer than those in the Central Plains, and the barrenness of the land, make these herders abide by the laws of nature, moving year after year, and have to move every half a month on average.

This time, they walked for twelve days and came to a new home.

The new home is a winter pasture, with yellow sand and snow, and a dark depression between the dunes where the camp is to be held, which is the accumulation of cow and sheep dung from previous years, and the camp is located here.

The manure will be the fuel for the herders during their stay here, the building material they use to build walls against the wind and cold in the sandy fields with no trees, no dirt and no stones, or "geoheat" to keep their animals warm. In this cold place, it is a magical object that does not need fire to emit heat continuously.

The Khan of Mur took them to live in a sheep dung heap.

……

"It took us twelve days to migrate!"

When the Turks were busy building the camp where they were going to live for at least half a month, Yang Fan, Ma Qiao, and Gu Zhuting slowly walked to a sand dune, turning their backs on the busy, and there was nothing in front of them.

"Quack!"

Ma Qiao bit a piece of ice ballast meat and spit out a cloud of white gas.

Yang Fan said: "This is the Sweat Tent tribe of Mo Si, we don't know where the other tribes are going." Mo Si's sweat tent is migrating to the east, and there should be more than one of their winter pastures, the most haode pasture should be in the south, and ...... to the east, it seems that he is ready to send troops. ”

Ma Qiao said "quackly": "It's true that the troops are dispatched, but it's hard to say whether they are helping the Khitans or helping us." ”

Yang Fan nodded and said, "That's right!" Mo Si must have asked the Khitans, and he was a little uncertain, so he sent someone to Hebei to investigate the situation. ”

Gu Zhuting said worriedly: "The arrangement over there is no problem, right?" ”

Yang Fan smiled and said: "The Khitan people are wandering everywhere, and although the momentum is strong, Hebei Province is still under the control of the imperial court. Even we can't know their exact whereabouts, what can the Turkic scouts find? Mo Si didn't rush to make a decision, and I knew that we were a little more sure of success. ”

Gu Zhuting said: "Can't we do something now?" ”

Yang Fan said: "What can you do?" I can only wait! Maybe...... When the sip arrives, I should go and see him, express my displeasure, and ask him to send us back! ”

Gu Zhuting smiled knowingly: "Good idea!" Doing so is in line with the performance of a man who has already gained the upper hand!"

Ma Qiao suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "Look! There was a patch of snow in the shade, and it looked quite thick. ”

Gu Zhuting glanced at him and said, "What's all the fuss about?" ”

Ma Qiao gave her a strange look and said, "Haven't you been complaining about not being able to take a bath?" A little later, the snow will be swept away by the shepherds! ”

Gu Zhuting screamed, and finally remembered how embarrassed she was at the moment, she immediately turned around and ran, chanting in her mouth: "Shovel, bag!" Yang Fan and Ma Qiao were behind her hahadaxiao......

P: We sincerely ask for commuter passes and recommended tickets!! (To be continued......)