Lao Jin has been digging gold in the Altai Mountains for many years, and he knows all these Tuvans, and he only found out when he got off the horse to inquire - a few days ago, a group of White Russians came to Kanas Lake, about forty or fifty people, headed by colonels. The men, dressed in rags and disarray, rested for a few days on the shores of picturesque lakes, and for the first two days were fairly regular, hunting only in the mountains. The Tuvans advised them to shoot less, because it was the season for the animals to give birth, which angered the bandits and immediately raided the village. The White Russians were good at using fast guns, and the Tuvans also used bows and arrows and shotguns, and the men were almost killed.

This morning, the White Russian robbers, loaded with booty, left Lake Kanas and headed southwest.

Qin Beiyang and the king of Xiaojun looked at each other, thinking of the White Russians buried under the quicksand of the underground palace. It turned out that they were not dead, at least Ivanov was still alive, maybe he didn't enter the underground palace at all, and when he found that the situation was wrong, he quickly retreated and fled, and he was walking with them in front of the Li Tombstone.

"Let's chase after them and avenge the villagers."

Qin Beiyang was about to wave the horsewhip, but was pulled by the little county king: "Beiyang, we have been trapped for seven days and seven nights, and we have just been rescued, where do we have the strength to rush overnight?" Besides, there are many of them, and we will definitely suffer, so it is better to rest here for the night, recharge our energy, and set off tomorrow morning. ”

It's night, on the shores of Lake Kanas.

Qin Beiyang lit a bonfire, only to find that Wolfna was gone. Nine colors bit his trouser leg and pointed his nose at the dark lake. The moonlight sprinkled a silver-trimmed basin that was instantly shattered by ripples, and a mermaid rolled and split the waves, dragging her long wet hair.

"Katya?"

Qin Beiyang began to get used to calling her maiden name instead of her husband's surname.

She rose from the secluded waters of the lake and washed away the dirt of seven days in the dungeon, like an egg stripped of its shell, and the moonlight eclipsed. He closed his eyes and returned to the campfire. Wolfna put on a long white dress and sat casually next to her, drying her body by the light of the fire. She shook off her golden hair, teased it on Qin Beiyang's face, and with the coldness of Kanas Lake, she went into the tent and slept.

The next day, the sun rises over the Altai Mountains.

Seven hundred years after the Mongol expedition to the west, the twenty-fifth grandson of Genghis Khan, the king of the small county of Ordos Doro, the son of Timur, rode the Don hippopotamus, accompanied by his good brother Qin Beiyang, the Russian beauty Wolfna, the gold digging uncle Lao Jin, and the small town tomb beast Jiuse, along the road of the Mongolian westward expedition, advanced......

After seven days and seven nights, we crossed the Irtysh River, which flows into the Arctic Ocean, crossed the northern edge of the Jungar Basin, entered Tarbagatai, and then entered Bortala, all the way to the Mongolian Turghut tribe and the Kazakhs, with huge falcons parked on the crooks of their arms, spreading their wings and swooping to catch rabbits. A few lean hounds moved like lightning, and they made a long journey to round up the cunning red fox...... Qin Beiyang and Xiaojunwang who watched it were fascinated. Nine Colors had no interest in this, and it sided with the herbivores.

The Kazakh boy, who returned with a full load, fled from Russian Central Asia to Xinjiang, rode on a horse and played the dombra, singing a melodious folk song, about the Russian girl Maria, like a lovely rose, who fell in love with the Kazakh shepherd youth Dudar.

Wolfna smiled a little and shouted to the man on the horse: "If I were Maria, I would love you too!" ”

Turning over the dangerous Guozigou Canyon and coming to the verdant Ili River Valley, it is like the south of the Yangtze River outside the Saiwai River, and finally I see the fluttering five-color flag.

The king of the small county, with the dignity of a member of the parliament, visited the local officials and learned that yesterday a White Russian expedition was passing by, the leader of which claimed to be Colonel Ivanov, had fled from the Sino-Russian border.

Qin Beiyang advocated continuing the pursuit - the border between Xinjiang and Central Asia is long and tortuous, and Ivanov's gang of White Russian bandits may invade China at any time. The opposite side was in a state of anarchy, and the Red Army and the White Army were fighting fiercely. The Turkish dictator of the world war, Enver Pasha, also went into exile in Central Asia.

Lao Jin also used to pan for gold in this area and volunteered to continue to guide. Three men and one woman, four horses, and a "hunting dog" rushed out of the Chinese border, down the Ili River steppe, and into the Qihe Province of Russian Central Asia, which was also the former homeland of China, and went straight to Almaty at the northern foot of the Tianshan Mountains, and soon found out about Ivanov's traces......

Crossing a mountain pass with snow at an altitude of 4,000 meters, and passing through the forests and pastures where the Kyrgyz people graze, you can see a large expanse of blue water.

Issyk-Kul Lake.

This lake is larger than Qinghai Lake in China, and has the deepest water and the second largest catchment volume among the world's alpine lakes. Despite its location on a cold plateau, surrounded by several snow-capped mountains at an altitude of four to five thousand meters, Issyk-Kul Lake is unfrozen all year round, and is called "Atami" in ancient Chinese texts. Autumn is already deep, the forests halfway up the snow-capped mountains are colorful, and the Kyrgyz have migrated to winter pastures on the shores of the lake.

Qin Beiyang's lungs ached violently, and his chest was like a raging fire. He rolled out of the saddle in agony and eagerly took a sip of lake water. Looking at the west shore of the lake, beyond the snow-capped mountains, is the source of the seven rivers, known as the Broken Leaf City in the Tang Dynasty, one of the four towns in Anxi, and the birthplace of Li Bai. He was about to turn west on the reins, but found a camp full of traces of the White Russian expedition, and the embers of the campfire were still warm. The four of them followed the direction of the horseshoe prints, turned around and ran eastward.

Nine Colors had smelled the scent of the White Russians, and it was right to let it lead the way. As the horse's hooves trample on the northern shore of Atami, China's homeland, the town's tomb beasts are suddenly excited, chasing a herd of wild horses. It took Qin Beiyang a lot of twists and turns to call it back - since he came back from the dead in Paris and contracted "drug addiction", Jiuse has become more and more disobedient.

"Mo isn't a Przewalski's horse?"

The little king raised the binoculars, and the wild horses were strangely shaped—their heads were long, their necks thick, their ears shorter than those of donkeys, their hooves wide and round, and their appearance resembled that of domestic horses, but their foreheads had no long hair, their manes were short and erect, and their movements were extremely fast.

"What is this?"

"It is said to be the ancestor of all horses in the world, and it is extremely rare."

At the easternmost point of Lake Issyk-Kul, in the fertile alpine steppes, they came to a small town with the Russian name: Pzhevalsky.

The local Kyrgyz and Russian Cossack immigrants all stared at the sudden arrival of three Chinese men and a Russian woman with wary eyes. Fortunately, Qin Beiyang was fluent in Russian, and when he heard about Colonel Ivanov's expedition, he had just gone to the Przhevalsky tomb on the shores of Lake Issyk-Kul.

There are tombs here?

Qin Beiyang, who was suffering from a recurrence of cancer and was struggling to find an ancient tomb to continue his life, couldn't help but ask: "Who is this Przevalsky?" ”

"Oh my God? Don't you know? The town is named after the greatest Russian explorer, Nikolai Mikhailovich Przhevalsky. ”

An old Cossack repeatedly said that Russian name - Пржева?льский......

Pzhevalsky, the name that was fixed in Qin Beiyang's mind, jumped off his horse frantically, rushed to Wolfna, grabbed her shoulders and said, "You must know the secret. ”