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Shook his head. Swing the hard bow in your hand gently. The dark red horse beneath the seat also neighed as if mocking. If it is on a flat one. Zhao Shi's accuracy is still some. But on horseback on a bumpy ride. There is really no comparison with these Tatars, who have lived on horseback since childhood.

The Tatar man, who galloped with him, leaned back and laughed on his horse. Unbridled. Hundreds of Tatar knights roamed in the distance. Their laughter could be faintly heard. As for whether he was laughing or not, he didn't know.

They have been wandering the steppe for more than ten days. The strong Tatar man beside Zhao Shi is called Kledar Hei. It's a thousand-mile. Have their own tribe and flock. It is also responsible for guarding the main tent of the Tatars. This time I came south. It was to act as a guard for the sea of Ehun Qinqi.

These ten days. Zhao Shi's terrible archery skills were in the eyes of those of them who regarded mounted archery as a common thing. It's a worthwhile and ever-talked-about anecdote.

There was no malicious mockery or disdain in the laughter. This is beneficial to Zhao Shi, who has just recovered from a serious injury, with one hand, overturned the black light yì of Kledar who is proficient in wrestling. and Zhao Shi's name of bravery sung in the Tatar steppe to the south. Otherwise, these Tatar men who are full of respect for the strong would have already raised their nostrils to the sky.

These days. Zhao Shi's strong physique and seemingly bottomless alcohol have completely conquered this self-esteemed Tatar man. Ignoring the age of the other party at all. But now he didn't mind when Zhao Shi showed off his terrible archery skills again. Use laughter to express your joy.

Distance. A group of men and horses galloped in. Led by a white horse without any miscellaneous hair. The steppe maiden is dressed in a robe made of white mink. The pure white fur at the collar sets off the flower-like face of the prairie girl. The black braided hair that fell over his shoulders flew in the wind. A man and a horse are like fairies galloping down from the sky.

"My warriors. How's today's takeaway? ”

"My forehead is cloudy. Didn't encounter any big prey. Just a few rabbits and a few antelopes. Ha ha. Your valued guests still get nothing. The gods have given him inexhaustible strength and courage not inferior to that of us Tatars. but took away his bow and arrows. The gods are really too fair...... Ha ha......

Horses galloping. A string of silver bell-like laughter poured out. "O my warrior. The sound of horses' hooves is the homeland of our Tatars. Bows, arrows, scimitars, and horses are treasures given to us by the gods. Our guest was a Han Chinese. Put away your pride. You are testing your eyesight with the blind. Compete with the lame man and run......

Come to the front. The prairie girl blinked her bright eyes. There was cunning and a hint of ridicule in his eyes. It's like an elf.

I've been on the grassland for a long time. Zhao Shi's mood seemed to have become extraordinarily cheerful. The responses of the steppe people are often like singing. There is a natural simplicity and heartiness in it. It sounds much more comfortable than the words of the Han people in this era. There was a little ridicule and mockery in it for him. It's really needlessly tight.

These days they have walked through four tribes. There are big and small. Dozens of people are smaller. More than thousands. Lived in a felt tent. Eating very coarsely grilled beef and mutton. Drinking wine made from goat's milk and mare's milk. Hear and see some of the strange habits and customs of the steppe people. He was awakened. Even if you don't go to Wang Gubu. This time the grassland is not in vain.

"Let's go. Let's drink. ”

The prairie girl raised her head and smiled. Howling loudly. The Tatar men who were close to each other immediately responded in a loud voice. Horseback riding. Drink. Graze. Hunt. Fighting is all they have to live. Especially in the winter. In addition to hunting. It's just staying in the tent and drinking. It's the most enjoyable time of the year for them. Instantly. The scattered rangers immediately gathered like a stream. The sound of horses' hooves sounded as loud as a mountain on the grassland...... The improvised tabernacle was not very warm. But all four people in the tent were drinking heartily. Except for Kledar Black. Qin Qihai and Zhao Shi outside. Erle, the youngest son of the Subetai family, is also here.

As the lord of this grassland. It was supposed to be the speed station that personally accompanied them. But after the snowstorm. The herders suffered heavy losses. Delayed these days. As the leader of the tribe. At this time, Subetai could finally take a break to see the herdsmen of his tribe. Calculate the losses. Plan for the coming year. This is what a tribal leader should and must do. And they didn't follow. He just sent his youngest son to accompany him.

On top of this. In the eyes of the Han people in the Central Plains, it is a little incredible. After all, Qin Qihai is the princess of this grassland. If it is replaced by the officials of the Central Plains. Don't say that there is something to do. It's the death of someone in the family. At this time, the one that breaks the head follows the side too. Over here. But it is taken for granted. There is no one who blames or complains.

"The grassland is more than ...... How are you Daqin? Here after the wind and snow. You haven't really seen the splendor of the steppe yet. This time of year. There are herds of wild horses here. Bison. The antelope moved south. We, the Tatars, take the opportunity to celebrate the coming-of-age rites of the young people of the tribe. Shoot big prey. Catch the strongest horses.

If someone can fight a lion that follows a herd of bison or antelope. You can get the title of warrior. If you can kill the lion king. and then they will be able to go to the king's tent and act as a guard. It was because of this that he went to the king's tent.

There is an inexhaustible supply of prey here. There were also countless horses and flocks of sheep. There are also the strongest and bravest warriors......

I'd like to ask. This is compared to the side of your Han people. Good or bad? ”

The Prairie Maiden's tone was full of pride and pride. Next to him, Kledar Hei and Erle poured wine into their mouths in one gulp. Laugh. in their hearts. These words are naturally wise and famous. It seems that they have exhausted their life's pursuit.

Zhao Shi shook his head and smiled. He asked rhetorically, "How do you know that our side is not as good as your grassland?" ”

The prairie girl pursed her lips. This man just has a hard mouth. "What's good with you there? Except that mountains are mountains. You said before that you Han people are too numerous to count. But I didn't see it. There are no horses. There are no cattle and sheep...... What's so good about your side? ”

The two people next to him both nodded their heads. I all felt that what I said was reasonable. It's a pity that this Han guest in front of him was born in the south. I don't know the benefits of the grassland.

Zhao Shi couldn't help laughing. The Tatars stayed here for hundreds of years. If that's what the Tatars think now. From this, it can already be seen that they are not enterprising. The Hu people have always been eager to live in the Han people's side. So since ancient times. From the Huns. to the Turks. And then to the Mongols. Jurchens. The Khitans were constantly invading south. But these Tatars are good. I actually feel that the grassland is much better than the south. The news is even more closed to the extreme. Even the king's tent guards and princesses didn't know much about what the Han people lived on. It's no wonder that they are nesting under this yin mountain. Over the centuries, the more mixed the plate became, the smaller it became.

This one is better. Went to the south once. Only entered Luliang Mountain. The Central Plains is full of mountains. I really don't know what to say about her.

"We Han Chinese are different from you Tatars...... There are a lot of differences. The biggest thing is that we Han people don't herd herds for a living. There is also very little hunting. We plow in the spring. Autumn harvest. Enough to keep everyone fed......

"I know that." Kledar grinned wide, grinning. smiled: "It's like a Jin Guo person." Rice and noodles are grown from it. But that one doesn't taste as good as our mutton. Besides, it doesn't take much strength to eat that thing. If it weren't for the good construction of their weapons. There are many people. Otherwise, it must not be our Tatars' opponent. ”

Zhao Shi sipped the milk wine. Stopped. It's a topic that's not clear. If someone only thinks that their hometown is good. It's also useless for you to talk about the outside world. Besides, the benefits of the south side are not clear. The climate is better than here. The population is more than here. The production is more abundant than here. The scenery is ever-changing. It's better than this cookie-cutter grassland, right?

But the Tatars were right. There are not as many horses as there are in the south. Flock. Nor could there be such an open environment. The most important steppe people grew up living on horseback. It is indeed a recipe for producing brave men. Let's put it this way. There is nothing to argue with.

Seeing that he spoke no more. The prairie girl has been in contact with him for a long time. Nature knows his habits. Silent but not in agreement. The bad things of the Han people. The prairie girl muttered viciously in her heart.

A few people were drinking and chatting. Each of them said something of interest. The prairie people have a cheerful temperament. As long as you don't touch something sensitive. All very good to get along with. Even if Zhao Shi rarely speaks. A person with a cold temperament. I also feel very comfortable at this time. It is hard to imagine the brutality of these steppe people after they entered the Central Plains.

It's about the same time to eat. Outside the tent, there was chaos. Not for a while. A Tatar man hurried in in the cold wind. "Hun huh. The king's tent came a messenger. Calling you back.

(Every nation has its own heroes.) It's just fiction. There's no need to be so serious, is it? Why is the national sentiment so important? It's not Tojo Hideji. Hitler said he became a hero. Almost a thousand years have passed since the time of the Mongols. At this time, it is said that Genghis Khan, who personally created the Mongol Empire, is a hero and will not be criticized, right? Let's talk about such a person. You say he's not a hero, so what's that? I ask the book lovers not to say anything superfluous. Ah Cao looked tired. It's also tiring to explain. Sensitive and fragile national self-esteem is the mainstream of our time? What a headache...... ）

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