Verse 77 - Baltabock and the thief

The old man took Lin Mo's hand and walked to the yurt not far away, and asked: "My name is Burranbai, Kazakhs don't have surnames like Han Chinese, you can just call me Uncle Burranbai--Wudong Qiankun's latest chapter 81zw―, may I ask what the guest is called? ”

Burrambai, Kazakh means "wind".

"My name is Morin, and I'm traveling alone." Lin Mo activated the new identity name, directly explaining the intention, his itinerary is not a secret, this otherworldly name is the name with the lowest probability of him exposing or leaking his mouth.

"Travel?!" The old man Bourranbai was silent for a moment, "I advise you, don't go further south, it's a desert, don't go in alone, it's too dangerous." As far as he knew, the south had always been the sphere of activity of the East Turkistan separatists, and this young man went alone, especially as a Chinese Han national, which had to be worrying.

"It's okay! I have a friend I know who does business in a nearby town, and I'm going to look for him this time, not too far south. Lin Mo made an excuse to cover up the past.

In the early 90s, after the independence of the Central Asian countries, the separatist organizations operating in Kazakhstan and other Central Asian countries waved the banner of "East Turkestan" and posed a threat to the security of the Central Asian countries and regions, and never stopped their terrorist activities.

Lieutenant Colonel Xie of the Intelligence Group once pointed out the distribution of forces in various localities to Lin Mo's map of the distribution of forces, and behind these armed organizations there are shadows of separatist forces such as the "World Uyghur Congress," the "East Turkestan Islamic Movement," and the "Uyghur People's Party."

"Otherwise, I will let my second son, Baltabok, be your guide and protect you, my sons are all eagles on the grassland!" Bourranbai snorted at a few strong Kazakh men who were dragging a fat sheep out of the flock and shouting at them as they prepared to open the knife.

In the face of Uncle Bourranbai's enthusiasm, Lin Mo was not easy to refuse, there was a local as a guide to take it, and the safety factor could be slightly improved, "Okay, thank you Uncle Bourranbai." ”

"Oh, good! Sure enough, it was Allah who brought the guests, and that's right!" Bourranbai smiled, his gray beard shook and shook, before Lin Mo insisted on returning the horse snatched back from the horse thief, he was already embarrassed, Lin Mo was able to accept his kindness, so that his psychology was finally balanced.

The night shrouded the endless grassland, and the green in the field of vision turned black.

In the oven of the yurt room, sparks burst out constantly, and the charred smell of mutton sprinkled with spices, mixed with the sweetness of mare's milk wine, made everyone's mood happy.

According to custom, Lin Mo cut off a piece of the sheep's cheek meat and tasted a piece of it first, then cut off the left ear, and finally cut off the sheep's head and sent it back to Uncle Burranbai.

After going through this process, the dinner party for Lin Mo officially began.

Hand grasping mutton, horse intestines, baourshak (oil fruit), pilaf, Jenit (millet seeds, flour, oil, honey and other mixed cold food), one by one national characteristics of the food on the table, Lin Mo is not polite, here the more cautious politeness is the disrespect to the host, the more you eat, the more happy the host will be, this is the common point of all hospitable nomads.

As soon as the sky dawned, Lin Mo led the jujube red horse and Uncle Bourranbai's son Baltabok to the south to meet the morning light, Baltabok was a taciturn red-faced man, although he could understand and speak a few simple Chinese, but he still had to rely on gestures to barely communicate with Lin Mo a few words.

At noon, a few pieces of dried meat, naan, and milk tea were served, and at this time it was close to the junction of the grassland and the desert, and the original lush pastures were gradually thinning out, and large pieces of gravel were increasing, until the evening, when Linmo and Baltabok saw the hidden sparkling lights and the shadow of the town in the distance.

"There, guns, people, it's dangerous! Be careful!" Baltaberk had obviously heard of the town, and although it was not named, and it was not easy to find on the map, he knew that it was a gathering place for outlaws, criminals, and gold prospectors, and that the people here were all dangerous people except speculators who wanted to take a chance.

But there are too many reasons in the world that people can't understand, and Bourranbai and the others don't intend to stop it again and again, so they can only remind them many times.

"I understand, thank you for sending me here, Baltaberk, you go back first, I'll take care of myself." Lin Mo had already seen the joint location on the map, jumped off his horse, put his backpack on his back, and handed the reins and whip to Baltabok, "Okay, I won't use this jujube red horse in the back, you can take it back, and by the way, help me say thank you to Uncle Bourranbai!"

The red-faced grassland man looked in the direction of the town, frowned, snorted his lips a few times, shook his head, and did not take the reins and horsewhip handed over by Lin Mo, "No, I, accompany you, go in, otherwise, I, don't worry, Abba, too, scold me!"

Although it was extremely laborious to speak Chinese, it could be seen that this warm-hearted man really cared about Lin Mo.

"What a stubbornness!" Lin Mo shook his head, took back the reins, nodded, and didn't brush off Baltabok's kindness, "Okay, let's stay in the town for one night, and you can go back tomorrow morning!" You can rest assured!"

The danger that Uncle Bourranbai and Balettabok spoke of was not a threat to Lin Mo at all.

Since you are here, you might as well start killing, the gold coin on your wrist seemed to feel Lin Mo's murderous aura, and the crystal non-glass surface was slightly rippling like a slight ripple of water.

It seemed that this town was no different from other small towns in other places, full of travelers like himself, some on horseback, some driving, some walking alone, and some in groups, and Limmer and Ballettabak walked the streets without any inconspicuousness, not even staring at them strangely.

Maybe in this small town on the edge of the desert, outsiders are not uncommon, there are all kinds of races, and the difference between the Kazakh and the Han people is not too big in appearance, not to mention that Lin Mo is surrounded by the original Kazakh man wearing national costumes, and the natural cover makes Lin Mo not particularly eye-catching.

"Ouch!" An immature boy's voice sounded, and Lin Mo felt the impact at the same time, and looked down to find the joint location, only to find that a little boy had crashed into his arms.

"Izwinegy (I'm sorry)! The little boy's accent was like Russian, and he kept nodding his head and bowing his waist as if apologizing to Lin Mo.

Kazakhstan was originally a member of the Soviet Union, and although the Chinese language is Kazakh, Russian is still the official language.

"Imp, get out of here!" Baltabek's eyes widened and he drove unceremoniously in Kazakh, an inexplicable collision in such a place is definitely not a good thing.

The little boy didn't dare to say anything, as if his face was so frightened by Baltabok that his face turned white, and he hurriedly bowed backwards, and just as he wanted to turn away, he was pulled back by a hand holding his shoulder.

"Boy, give me back your wallet!" Lin Mo said directly, although he didn't know Kazakh and Russian, but he found very carefully that after he spoke, the little boy's eyes rolled a few times, revealing a trace of panic, obviously he also understood Chinese.

The little boy hurriedly waved his hand, shook his head, and spoke in a language that Lin Mo couldn't understand.

Want to stamp it! Lin Mo smiled, he didn't understand and pretended to shake his head and wave his hand, it was clearly pretending, he didn't talk nonsense, he searched the little boy a few times, and a yellow cowhide wallet appeared in Lin Mo's hand, money, cards, a lot.

The moment the wallet was searched from his body, the little boy's face turned pale, and he struggled desperately, trying to escape from the owner's hands. In some parts of Central Asia, there is a special custom that a thief who is caught is likely to have his hand cut off by his owner, especially a horse thief.

But how can the strength of an ordinary little boy be compared to the dragon knight, no matter how the little boy struggles, Lin Mo's hand did not relax, he is not very old, he actually stole it from himself, it seems that he is quite discerning, the wallet is a trivial matter, Lin Mo is worried about finding a person from this town to ask for the information of the connector, and this little guy crashed into the door by himself.

A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Mo's mouth.

The little boy kept punching and kicking Lin Mo and struggled, and clumsily shouted in Chinese: "Let go, let go of me, help!" Traffickers! Grab people!" Sure enough, this little boy can speak Chinese, and he will beat a rake, this threatening words are not for others, but specifically for Lin Mo, as long as Lin Mo panicked, the little boy will immediately slip away, here he is the head of the snake, hiding in a hidden corner, it is really difficult to find.

But what's the use? As a dragon knight, what kind of battle has not been seen, as a national high-end strategic force, whether it is the other world or this world, there is special training, it is impossible to have someone with you to protect you all the time, if you have no experience in dealing with it, you are not easily killed by inconspicuous little people, it is really too wrong.

The name of the connector in this town is Aji, a short, fat, middle-aged man in his fifties with small and thin eyes, he used to be a bandit, since he married a Uyghur wife, he has been washing gold, and sometimes he does some work to make a living, as for what the original name is, no one knows, people who know him are so Aji Aji, Lin Mo came over this time to contact him with the next course of action, because in this kind of area where various forces are intertwined, it is very difficult for a stranger to go deeper, It is very likely to be attacked by vigilant ** armed forces or underworld forces.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask for the address of the connector, a stone slammed into Lin Mo with a howl.

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