The name of the middle-aged Mongolian uncle is Hadamba. Special. Er, it means hero in Mongolian, and this man is indeed worthy of the word hero, and his ass has always sat on the side of justice, and he can be called a partner of justice. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the shot of Halik's companion was full of character, after all, it did not have the luck bonus of Ding Chen's protagonist, so it only hit Ba. Special. Er's thigh, and then didn't touch the bone, and flew straight over.

But the quality of the warhead used by this guy is not good, in the bar. Special. Er's thigh shattered, and only part of it flew out of the jaw. Special. Er suffered a crime, and half of his body was numb in pain, so he had to struggle to retreat, if Ding Chen hadn't killed him back in time, Alqileng's small life would have been confessed in this snowfield.

In addition to the four men, there was a middle-aged woman and several children in the carriage. Originally, Ding Chen thought that these people were all members of the same family, but after inquiring, he realized that he had guessed wrong. These people used to be descendants of herders on the grasslands of Inner Mongolia, and they have been struggling to graze on the grasslands.

But as the population gradually decreased, they could no longer hold on, so they decided to go south and live in densely populated areas. The dozen or so people came from seven or eight families. Alqilen and Ba. Special. You've only known each other for more than seven months.

Ding Chen was really convinced by these Mongolian men, and after seven months together, they were able to work hard for others without hesitation, and it was no wonder that they were able to come out of the depths of the grassland all the way.

Ding Chen lit a fire on the spot, and Tiba. Special. He took out all the shrapnel from the wound. It's a painful process, ba. Special. There was a penetrating injury on his leg, and Ding Chen couldn't take an X-ray for him, so he could only rely on his hand to find shrapnel in his muscles. Special. You can endure it, but you also died in pain, and poured all the jug of wine that was found on Halik's body, and was still sober up from the pain.

Tossed until the second half of the night, Ba. Special. Then it will stop. Ding Chen washed his hands with the blood water from the wound, walked to the campfire, sat down next to Albara, who was on the night watch, scooped a bowl of hot water from the iron bucket hanging from the fire, and drank it slowly to his mouth.

Albara whispered, "Thank you." ”

"Don't you blame me?" Ding Chen said: "He was injured to save me. ”

"It's all the will of the Immortal Heaven." Albara said.

Ding Chen smiled disapprehantly, he knew that the Mongolian people have always had religious beliefs, different from YSL and Tibetans, but a bit similar to the superstition in the mainland, basically believe it when you can use it, and throw it aside when you don't need it, but it is the first time I have seen someone who talks about God so devoutly.

Albara thought for a moment, and then said, "Those people are from the front gathering area, so we can't go there." You're coming from the south, do you know where the nearest gathering is? ”

Ding Chen shook his head, told Albara about his missed intersection, and then asked, "Where are you going to go?" ”

"I don't know." "Originally, there were more than 30 of us, but then some people didn't want to leave, some people left, and we were all left," Albara said. ”

He glanced at Alqilen, who was sleeping beside the fire wrapped in a horse's skin, and said to Ding Chen: "He got lost on the grassland, and when he met us, he was so thirsty that he only had one breath left, and we all thought that he would not survive, but the uncle insisted on saving him. ”

He said lightly: "He survived, and then began to protect us, can you say that this is not providence?" ”

Ding Chen snorted, looked at the fire for a while, and said, "I'm going home." ”

Albara was stunned. From beginning to end, no one asked Ding Chen where he came from, where he came from, and where he was going. Most people in this era don't actually have a clear goal in their lives, and if you write a book about their lives, you will find that there is no main line at all. Many people are trying to live by all means, and when they can't survive, they die.

So he thought that Ding Chen was also one of these people who kept wandering, but he didn't expect that he actually had a clear destination.

Ding Chen looked at the fire and said lightly: "Do you know what home is?" ”

Without waiting for Albara to speak, he continued: "There is a hot meal at home, and there are gentle girls...... At this point, he paused, and found himself a little embarrassed as if he did not know which girl he should want to wait for him at home.

After thinking for a while, he said again: "The most important thing is that at home you can put down the gun, and no one will think about killing you." ”

"I've had a home." Albara said: "Uncle has it, and Erdemutu has it. He glanced at the sleeping Alqilen, "I guess he did, too." ”

"I know." Ding Chen said: "I used to have a home, and then I lost her for a while, and then I found her again. ”

He looked at Albara, "If you don't know where to go, you might as well follow me home." ”

Albara glanced at him, then turned back to stare at the fire, and did not answer Ding Chen's words.

Early the next morning, Ding Chen found Ba. Special. Er had a fever. This does not bode well. So he decided to go back to the gathering area where Halik was staying to find medicine.

Everyone in the gathering area knew what Halik and his gang were doing, and now that they saw Ding Chen coming back alone, they naturally understood what had happened. Many people stood on the street, staring at Ding Chen, there was no look in their eyes, but they definitely didn't look grateful.

Ding Chen walked into the grocery store, looked at the shopkeeper and said directly: "I need anti-inflammatory medicine." ”

"You killed them?" The shopkeeper said. He didn't pull out his gun like he did last time, but he didn't come out of the counter either. He looked at Ding Chen and said, "You are not injured either, so it is your companion who is injured." ”

"You're asking too much." Ding Chen said: "If you have it, make a price." ”

"Let me see." The shopkeeper muttered, bending down to rummage under the counter, making a series of tinkling sounds.

Ding Chen listened to these voices and slowly frowned, and then the shopkeeper suddenly stood up straight.

Ding Chen drew his pistol and hit the shopkeeper, the old man staggered back two steps, hit the wooden wall behind him, and a double-barreled shotgun with a truncated barrel fell from his hand and fell to the ground. When Ding Chen fired, he was using it to aim at Ding Chen through the counter.

"I thought you'd thank me." Ding Chen said.

"Halik is dead." The head of the store gasped and said, "This place is going to disperse too." ”

"So you're all in this together." Ding Chen said: "They eat meat, you drink soup, this is why there is this gathering area?" ”

The shopkeeper smiled hard, "How many people can live here in a year?" If you only rely on business, you can't support so many people. ”

Ding Chen watched him in silence until the old man stopped breathing and his body slid down the wooden wall to the ground. Then I went into the counter and rummaged through it.

He returned to the carriage and opened a pocket containing medicines, smoke rose from the distant skyline, and Erdemutu said in surprise, "What is that?" ”

"A gathering area." Ding Chen said lightly: "A gathering area that once existed. (To be continued.) )