Volume 2: The Lake of Winter, Chapter 30, The Choice of Camp

There are more than a dozen tired horses and dust carts, naturally it is impossible to affect the situation in the wasteland, the negotiation between the barbarian royal court and the Central Plains coalition army has nothing to do with them, after the horse thieves plundered the grain and grass, but they still insisted on coming here, the disciples of the ink pool garden themselves knew that they were looking for justice, but in the eyes of others, they were forced to come and wait for the results of the temple, the future was bleak and bright, naturally no one would want to come close, even if it was rumored that the bookworm was in that carriage.

The grasslands on the banks of Xiongshan are endless, and although tens of thousands of people gather here in the middle of winter, tents are in full bloom, there are still enough places to house people. In order to show sincerity, the royal court agreed that the Central Plains coalition army would choose a place to camp and deploy men and horses, and the person in charge of this matter was a director of the Xiling Temple.

The distance between the two tents and the tent of the coalition army is not far, just behind the tent, but it seems a little remote, the terrain is slightly higher, the disciples of Mochi Yuan walked into the tent, looked at the utensils prepared in advance, and found that it was not bad, and they knew in their hearts that it was probably because of the relationship between the mountain lords that the coalition army still gave some face after all.

It's just that since they were picked up by the royal court cavalry, until this moment, except for the head of the temple, there was not a single upper echelon of the coalition army or the big figures of the temple who came forward, coupled with the indifferent eyes of those people from the Central Plains who they saw along the way, the disciples of Mochi Yuan knew that they were deliberately excluded and forgotten, and their feelings couldn't help but be a little depressed.

The lynx girl was too young, so naturally she couldn't think so much, she looked at the thick woolen mattress in the tent, thinking that she could finally sleep well tonight, and she didn't have to squeeze with the mountain owner in the narrow carriage, but she looked a little happy.

The experience of being excluded and deliberately forgotten, Ning Que experienced it in the academy last year, so he was very used to it, and he didn't care much, but he felt that the location of this campsite seemed to be a little inappropriate.

He walked out of the tent and looked into the distance.

The big black horse, carrying a heavy bag, paced in front of him, and gently arched him with its head, making an unpleasant wheezing sound like pulling a bellows, and it seemed extremely hard.

Ning Que moked the mane on its neck, and scolded with a smile: "Don't always be miserable in front of me, where is such a little thing to make you work hard to become like this, you have to leave later, don't be in a hurry to unload your luggage, if you are hungry, you can find some grass to eat." ”

The big black horse stared at the faint grass in the winter wind with big eyes, and thought bitterly, these grasses are less than the hair on the barbarians' heads, where can they feed themselves?

The big black horse is violent, but if it is tamed, it is undoubtedly a rare horse in the world, if others discover its true strength, it will definitely be a baby, where will it be like Ning Que as a dog raised at random at home, and the family has nothing to eat, so he kicked out the door and let it go to the street to pick up the bones left by the neighbors?

But it was only convinced by Ning Que's discipline, and seeing that Ning Que really didn't mean to ask for hay for it, he kicked the horse's hooves in frustration and walked outside the camp, not knowing where it could go to find some food.

It was still early, but due to the short winter days in the bitter cold northland, the sun on the sky dome had a faint smell of near twilight, slowly falling towards the ground, and the light gradually became red.

There was a cold wind behind the gentle slope, Ning Que took a cotton scarf from nowhere, stuffed it into the neckline, and said to Ji Zhihua beside him: "This is the tuyere, it will be cold at night." ”

Zhu Zhihua was the oldest among the disciples of Ink Pond Garden, and her feelings were gentle and peaceful, listening to Ning Que's reminder, she knew that the previous master of the temple had brought her people here to camp, and she still had such a boring mean meaning, even she felt a little annoyed, but she didn't know how to deal with it.

Ning Que grabbed a grassland man walking beside him, and said a long sentence with a gentle and sincere expression.

Mo Shanshan didn't get out of the car until she heard Ning Que's string of difficult words, so she lifted the curtain and walked down, and after the grassland man left, she walked to his side, frowned and said, "Senior brother, you even know how to speak barbaric?"

Because of the strength of the Tang Kingdom and the constant preaching of the temple, the Central Plains language has been extremely popular in the grassland, but there are still many barbarians who are used to speaking their old language, which is the so-called barbarian language.

Ning Que said: "I speak the Western Barbarian dialect better. ”

Zhu Zhihua asked, "Senior Brother Zhong, what did you say to that person earlier?"

I asked him if he could set up his own tent on the grassland. ”

Ning Que smiled and continued: "That barbarian said that we are Shan Yu's most honored guests, so as long as it is Shan Yu's grassland, we can choose any place to live. ”

Hearing this, the disciples of the Ink Pond Yuan outside the tent all understood what he meant, and they all laughed, thinking that it would be good to choose another camp, since the temple treated him like this, then why should he get too close to them.

Zhu Zhihua looked at Ning Que with a smile, thinking that there was no mature man in the same family, and when facing many problems and choices, he did lack some courage, and this situation was that the mountain master had no way to change it.

"Where should we move?"

Ning Que looked at the grassland.

According to the edict of the temple, all the countries of the Central Plains sent people to aid Yan to participate in the war, and at least hundreds of thousands of people gathered on two fronts in the north of Yan, but now that they are going deep into the wasteland for peace talks, it is naturally impossible for the countries to pull everyone over, but the cavalry guarding the nobles has gathered together, and there are at least a thousand horsemen.

The tents on the grassland under the sunset are everywhere, the flags are unfurled, the number of tents on the grassland in the west is not much, but the arrangement is very orderly, and those flags that hunt and flutter in the cold wind also seem to be particularly energetic, as for the faintly visible cavalry queue, it is much more neat and solemn than the cavalry of the Central Plains Coalition Army here.

The world usually thinks that the most elite cavalry in the world is the Xiling Temple Protector Army, but the number of cavalry in the temple is too small, and according to the canon, it is strictly controlled below 1,000 cavalry, so the cavalry that is truly powerful and dares to sweep the world is the other two.

On the wasteland on the other side of Tianqi Mountain, the royal court cavalry under the command of the golden bill, as well as the Tang cavalry.

Ning Que pointed to the orderly tent on the west side of the grassland and the familiar military flags, and said, "We are camping over there. ”

The disciples of Mochi Yuan recognized that it was the camp of the Tang army, and they were slightly stunned, and after a while, they all agreed to his construction, the Great River Country and the Tang Kingdom have been friends for generations, and now they are all coming by the edict of the Divine Temple, and they are stationed there, I believe that no matter who can say anything mean.

It's a pity that the girls of the Great River Country, who have little experience in the world, still didn't expect that they would abandon the camp designated by the temple and choose to live next to the Tang camp, which still attracted the attention of many people and caused a lot of criticism.

Looking at the tired horses and dust carts walking towards the Tang camp under the twilight, the swordsman from the Southern Jin Dynasty looked indifferent, the monks of the Yuelun Kingdom looked mocking, and the chief of the temple said with a deep expression: "If you want to hug Tang Tui, then take it." ”

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