Tuyin raised his head, replied loudly in Warat language, and the leader seemed to be taken aback, ordered, and then turned the horse's head himself, a puff of smoke, and ran back to Dazhai.

The remaining four horses gathered in front of Ling Xingyue and Tuyin, although they did not open their bows to the two of them, they did not take back their bows and arrows, and the arrows were on the bows, full of vigilance.

Ling Xingyue was generous, looking at these Warat soldiers, from the body, they were all wearing leather armor, with helmets, and there were scimitars in the shape of Xuanyue hanging on the back of the horses, and two of them were also equipped with round shields, bows, arrows, knives and shields, and they were matched with a lot, you must know that the grassland does not produce iron ore, and a scimitar is a great thing, not only is there a scimitar here, but also a suitable horse bow, the power of this group of cavalry is a lot greater, it should be what Tuyin said, they are all elite soldiers.

After a bag of cigarettes, the cavalryman who reported the news rushed back and said in stiff Chinese:

"Your Excellency, please!"

As he spoke, he parted his hands and asked his subordinates to get out of the way.

Tuyin beside him lowered his head and said in a low voice:

"It's hot, it's dangerous, do you want to go in?"

Ling Xingyue was very relaxed:

"It's okay, let's go."

The herald who led the way in front entered the camp. The road in the middle of the camp is not very neat, but from a military point of view, this just avoids the possibility of being able to enter the camp alone, and all the horses must slow down to pass.

At the same time, the camp with complex setbacks also allows the troops to have more room for maneuver when faced with a sudden attack, and avoid a nest of chaos.

The camp is close to the mountains and rivers, the mountains are not very high, the slopes are only, there is no way to sneak attack from above, the water is not very deep, if you want to rely on the embankment to flood the Seventh Army, you can only give you wet shoes, but this landscape on the one hand allows the camp to rely on the cover, on the other hand, it provides a water source, it can be said to be an excellent military camp.

Based on the layout of this camp alone, Ling Xingyue judged that the other party was by no means an ordinary person.

The two strode towards the tent of the Chinese military camp, a large tent, standing among the many felt bags, in front of the big tent, there was also a royal flag made of cow hair, on which in the Warat language, a few big characters were written.

Under the royal flag, there was a group of big men, led by a man who was fifty years old, with gray braids on his head, and his face was full of vicissitudes, but his body was still like a bear, standing proudly, and there were some strong men standing around, looking at the two people who came with unkind eyes.

The big man led by him opened his mouth first, and he used a stiff Chinese dialect:

"It's Lord Ling Xingyue?"

Ling Xingyue nodded slightly:

"Exactly, I don't know what you call it?"

"My name is Dorunzig, and I'm the leader of this gang of barbarns."

When Ling Xingyue heard this name, she was secretly taken aback.

"Dorunzig? Are you General Doren the Prairie Ghost Fox? ”

Dorrenziger smiled:

"That's all those guys fooling back then, what kind of nickname did they say, I'm not a ghost fox, at most, according to your Han people, I'm just an old fox."

After that, he laughed and waved his hand inward:

"Lord Wang, please inside."

Ling Xingyue waved her hand:

"Old General, please!"

As Duorenzig entered the big tent, Tuyin was left outside the tent and sat at a small table, and the rest of the big men all entered the tent and lined up beside Ling Xingyue.

Dorunziger didn't introduce it, just clapped his hands, ordered the food to be served, and a large piece of boiled mutton was brought in on a large plate, and the group sat on the ground, a plate of meat, a bowl of wine, a knife, and ate and drank the mutton in their hands.

Ling Xingyue was not polite, the wine was dried, the meat was eaten under the knife, and when it came to the amount of food, it was not inferior to this group of big men, and he ate until the wine had passed three rounds and the meat had passed five times, and then he looked up and smiled at Duolun, and his hands slowed down.

"I can't imagine that Lord Ling, when he eats meat, he is more like a grassland person than us grassland people!"

Dorunzig was not only a little surprised when he watched Ling Xingyue eat meat.

"The cattle and sheep I eat here are naturally very relaxed, I don't know if the cattle and sheep we raise here are suitable for the appetite of the grassland people?"

"My lord said that he laughed, this is obviously the finger meat made by our Warat people, why did it become an adult's cattle and sheep?"

A man sitting across from him rushed to answer Ling Xingyue's question in Chinese before Dorunziger could speak.

Ling Xingyue glanced at this guy with her eyes:

"What? No matter whose cattle or sheep it is, as long as it is taken by the Warats, it is the cattle and sheep of the Warats? So if you say that, if you are stabbed to death by the Han pig-killing knife, you are a pig? ”

On the grassland, using pigs to describe people is a great insult, although they don't speak Chinese very well, but the meaning of listening is still very clear, such insulting words, how can they stop, so the man stopped doing it when he heard it, stood up, drew a knife, opened his eyes angrily, and pointed to Ling Xingyue:

"What did you say?!"

On top of the first seat, Dorunziger seemed to have seen something funny, and looked at the tense situation with a smile, but he didn't say anything to stop it, as if he was waiting to see how Ling Xingyue would respond to this incident.

Ling Xingyue didn't answer, just gently put down the knife in his hand, held the long knife on his waist with his right hand backhand, and didn't get up, so suddenly the knife flashed, looking at Ling Xingyue seemed to move, and didn't seem to move, he continued to pick up the knife and start eating meat, but the table in front of the standing man and the leather armor on his body cracked a crack, and with a bang, the table fell, and only raised the surprised eyebrows of the standing man, opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, and finally closed his mouth in admiration, and said nothing.

"Good!"

Dorenziger, who was at the top, shouted:

"I know it, I think my knife is fast enough, I only know today, there is a faster one, speaking of which, I think that Da Ming is a grass-eater, not a meat-eater, today look at the prince of the people, your knife is a fast horse?? Sager? ”

The man with the knife honestly withdrew the knife into the scabbard and replied sincerely:

"No, no one's knife is fast."

Then he respectfully took a glass of wine and saluted it in front of Ling Xingyue.

"The men on the grassland only serve the capable men, and Sage obeys."

As he spoke, he drank all the wine, turned and walked out of the tent.

Dorenziger, who sat at the top, smiled:

"My lord, these Balangzi on the grassland, they have never seen the world, I always feel that in this world, on the grassland, I am the most capable, today let them see the heavens outside the sky, it is the creation of these Balangzi, I want to come to our camp today, definitely not for some cattle and sheep, right."