We volunteered to move to the surface, with the sun and the moon as companions, slash-and-burn. We will be part of the biological chain, believing in life. If we eat cattle and sheep and kill wild beasts, we will also be swallowed up by the wind and snow, and we will be buried in the wolf's kiss. We will eventually become nature and protect future generations. We swear that all our lives, stay away from science and technology, all our lives, protect the mountains and rivers, all our lives, look up to the heavens and the earth, all our lives, practice our oaths, we swear!

- Section 294 of Chapter VII of the Eco-Zones Relocation Act, IC21, Maori Legislative Council

The clucking chickens hovered high in the sky, and the dark shadows of the large group of men and horses slowly moving forward on the grassland were reflected in the eagle's eyes. They are all young people, there is no barrier between them, and just three days is enough for everyone to mingle.

The current leader of Tiefutu, Kumu Zhe, is actually a shy teenager, 17 years old, a student of the Faculty of Competence and Application of the Maori Academy, whose biggest dream is to be admitted to the Returning College after graduation and become a disciple and future colleague of Suller.

The best scout in the bandits, Gudamu, is Brother Yi, an endangered species student at Maori Agricultural College, who is determined to dedicate his life to the grasslands and the protection of wildlife.

Brother Citetu, a 15-year-old marksman of the Silgol League, has successfully completed a martial arts transformation operation and is a first-order martial artist who hopes to join Pegasus as a glorious Pegasus warrior after completing his secondary school studies.

There is also Tokhtar, 10 years old, still the age of elementary school, he grew up listening to the legend of Suller, and always fantasized that he would one day awaken to become a capable person and be the second of Sul Zheji on the grassland. Therefore, despite his lack of age, he still pestered Kumuzhe to join the Tiefutu, knowing that it was at the age of 10 that the Grand Leader of Sule Zheji founded this glorious horse bandit group.

And the two meat tickets, Qin Feng and Bella are lovers, and they have traveled the world on foot, and the Maori Prairie is their seventh stop.

"You're not Māori?" Mo'er asked curiously.

"No, we're Shangri-La."

"It's not easy to apply for tourism if you're not Māori." Su Le glanced at Qin Feng thoughtfully, a very gentle man, with the bearing of a scholar, but it seemed to be ...... It also reveals the sharpness of a warrior.

"Yes, the three-month inspection period was too difficult for us, the price level of Maori was too high, we almost spent our savings, and we worked odd jobs in Tasmania for more than a month to hold on until the end of the inspection."

"People who can travel on foot actually think that Maori prices are high? You're capable, aren't you? No matter which institution it is, the agency allowance should be enough for you to squander at will. Su Le blocked Mo Qiu behind him without a trace, and his fingers tapped on the window lattice in the carriage at will.

"The Able?" Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "It's fine." We are just two free warriors, I am a second-order, Pei is only a first-order, I don't want to take care of the family, and I don't have the leisure to join the scavengers, so our lives are embarrassing. ”

"Really?" Su Le breathed a sigh of relief, the combination of a second-order martial artist and a first-order martial artist could barely walk through the green island if he was careful, but why did he still feel a little strange?

"Great Chief! Chieftain! Outside the car, Gudamu's unique broken gong voice appropriately interrupted Sule's thoughts, "Alliance flag!" It's the flag of Silgol! ”

"Arrived?" Souler was stunned, and couldn't think of anything else in his head. He got up and rushed out of the carriage, and as soon as he flipped over, he stood on the roof of the carriage, looking out at the Goshawk Alliance flag rising from the horizon. For some reason, he has not taken a single family leave since he joined the Foreign Affairs Office at the age of 15, and he has not been back for 3 years in this tribe, and he is timid about his hometown, until he stands in front of the Goshawk Alliance flag and suddenly realizes that he has missed his people for a long time.

"Gudamu! You go and tell the Khan that Prince Surle is back! Kumuzhe yelled at the scout.

"Order!" Gudamu made a sharp turn, and the healthy horse was gone. In the empty Maori prairie, even Gudam's broken gong voice became high-pitched, "Prince Surle is back!" Prince Souler is back! ”

Mo'er's eyes widened in disbelief: "Wow! Su Mutou, you are actually a prince? ”

"Didn't I say that?"

Mo'er's head shook like a rattle.

"There's no need to tell you."

"Sight deprivation!"

"Neurotic! I can't see it again! Evacuate the ability! You idiot woman! ”

Blue sky, white clouds, green grass, eagle crying, the prince of the grassland, Sule Zheji, returned to his hometown.

The flag is a symbol of a community's oath of traditional territory. Two or three kilometers after crossing the Union Flag, everyone has seen scattered yurts, large herds of cattle and sheep grazing leisurely near the yurts, and shepherd boys singing on horseback, singing to the desolate horse-head harp, singing far away, making people's hearts calm.

The boys of Tiefutu had dispersed, and most of the rest had gone home except for a few young men who lived near the king's tent. This trip was beaten, but it was two capable people who beat them, they also captured two warriors, and most importantly, they welcomed back their prince, how fulfilling, they can't wait to share this legendary experience with their families.

The territory of the Siergol League is very large, and it may be about the same size as Dunhuang in the feeling of Moqiu, and the yurts are piled up in piles to form a small circle of life, the closer you get to the king's tent, the denser it becomes, and the herdsmen are brightly dressed and laughing. In general, the number of adult men among the grassland people is the largest, followed by the elderly and teenagers, and the least number of women and children. Because Maori allows grassland people to return to the island at any time, many grassland people will choose to carry out things such as raising fetuses, giving birth, and taking care of children on the island with superior living conditions, and the Maori price index is high, but the cattle and sheep of the grassland belong to the original ecological luxury level in the world, and they are not worried about selling at all, and most of the grassland people are rich and not poor.

It's really completely different from the nomads of the old days, Mo Qiu thought secretly.

After walking for dozens of miles, the teenagers finally saw the golden-roofed yurt, which was particularly tall among hundreds of colorful yurts, and thousands of people lined up in two rows outside the king's tent waiting, and in the middle stood a middle-aged man in a golden Mongolian robe, very similar to Sule, with a beard and majestic eyebrows.

Sule turned over and jumped out of the carriage, and several jumps jumped in front of the middle-aged man, and knelt heavily on the ground with both knees: "Abba, Sule is back." ”

"Did you find your grandfather?"

"Nope."

"Still looking for it?"

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man was silent, and after a long time he sighed: "Go if you want, you have grown up." ”

"Abba!" Souler burst into tears, his forehead slamming down the prairie.

The middle-aged man patted Souler on the shoulder and pulled him up, and he stepped aside to give the center seat to his proudest son: "Herdsmen, Souler is back!" Sylgol's Eagle is back! ”

"Prince! Prince! Prince! "The mountains are roaring and the tsunami is blowing.

Sule's father's name was Motoli, and he was the fourth khan of Silgol. It is worth mentioning that his position as Khan was elected, and the administrative rank was the same as that of the mayor of other sub-divisions of Maori, but with a ten-year term, the prince of Suller corresponded to his grandfather's title of Great Khan, which was given to the high-level ability of the steppe by all the steppe people, and now Suller is the only prince and the only heir of the Great Khan, which belongs to the honorary title.

Motoli entertained the three of Mo Qiu and the two meat tickets in the king's tent, especially for the meat tickets, Motoli was a little apologetic.

"I'm sorry, two. Originally, I should have held a banquet for you according to the requirements of the ecological zone for the treatment of horse bandits and meat tickets, but the tribe will move tomorrow, and the herdsmen will not be able to spare their hands, so they have to wait until the winter plain to enjoy the feast. ”

"Migrate tomorrow?" Suller looked surprised, "Doesn't it usually take place in mid-June?" ”

"There is no way, the meteorological experts in the alliance said that the first snow will be early this year, and in order to minimize the loss during the migration, we can only go to the winter plains in advance."

The grassland people live in the grass and live a nomadic life. Every year before the arrival of winter snow, the Silgol League will divide into ten groups and migrate northward, not only to avoid the snow disaster, but also to sprinkle grass seeds along the way to nourish the grassland, all tribes are like this, although there are always some losses in the process of migration, but this is a necessary sacrifice to maintain the grassland ecology, and the grassland people are willing to eat.

The number of migratory teams where the king's tent was located was the same as the number of other teams, about 12300 people, thousands of carts lined up in a mighty procession, pulling all the way north from horse-pulled, and Tiefutu was also scattered with his family, migration was a major event, and everyone had their own tasks. Fortunately, the familiar friends of the teenagers are still together, Kumu Zhe, Gu Damu, Chitu, Toto, and more than a dozen other teenagers, everyone talks and laughs, and they get together to play and make trouble whenever they have the opportunity.

On the 9th day of the northward migration, the first snow really came, and the mighty snowstorm made it impossible to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, and the vision was obscured by a white snow 20 meters away, and Motoli could only order to stop advancing and camp on the spot.

"Park, set up camp! Each group counts the personnel and livestock, hurry up and put up the tent! Motoli shouted, and the heralds around him scattered to various positions in the convoy to deliver orders.

The brigade soon stopped, and under the guidance of the old herdsmen, the sturdy young herdsmen quickly moved to set up tents, first to enpen the cattle and sheep, then the horses, and finally to the people.

"Great Chief! Chieftain! In the distance, Gu Damu's voice came intermittently through the wind, as if something was important.

"What's wrong?"

"It's gone, maybe it's left behind. Today he is in charge of herding a flock of sheep. Chief, you know, that kid doesn't really look like a real steppe man when dealing with sheep. ”

"Really." Hu Muzhe smiled, "Big brother, have a good rest, let's go help that kid, don't be buried by the snow disaster." ”

"Go ahead, be careful."

"Tiefutu, drive the sheep!" Kumuzhe whistled, and more than a dozen teenagers gathered together, mounted their horses and rushed into the wind and snow.

Tokhtar is really not good at dealing with sheep, he is a little afraid of dogs, this is not like a steppe man, so he didn't say anything. Without a shepherd dog, even if the head sheep is obedient, the sheep are often easy to scatter one or two, he stops and goes, and unconsciously has distanced himself from the large army, and the wind and snow are together, completely separated.

"Let's go! You stupid sheep, if you don't leave, we'll freeze to death! "After all, Tokhoff is small, he has never been alone in the snowy grassland, cold, scared, hungry, the little guy gritted his teeth, tears fell down.

"Off! Take off! The shouts of the big brothers in Tiefutu were heard in the distance, and the little guy's spirit was shocked, and the immature children's voice passed through the wind and snow.

"I'm here! Kumu Zhe! Chitu! Gudamu! I'm here! ”

Following the children's voices, the boys of Tiefutu found Tokhtar and the sheep, but it was far more than Tiefutu who heard the sound.

"Ahh

"Whew!"

In the howling wind and snow, countless dark green eyes lit up, faintly surrounding the teenagers and the sheep.