Nightfall Chapter 30: Choice of campsite

Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter 30, Selection of Campsites

Ten people who are tired of horse dust and carts naturally cannot affect the situation in the wasteland. The negotiation between the barbarian king court and the Central Plains coalition has nothing to do with them. After the horse thieves looted the food and grass, they still insist on coming here, Mochi Garden The disciples themselves knew that they were seeking justice, but in the eyes of others, they were forced to come and wait for the results of the temple’s processing. The prospects were bleak and there was no bright future. Naturally, no one would be willing to come and get close, even if the rumors and bookworms were in the carriage. in.

The pastures by the Xiongshan Mountain are endless. Although tens of thousands of people gather here in the mid-winter season and the tents are in full bloom, there are still enough places for people to settle. In order to show his sincerity, Wang Ting agreed that the Central Plains coalition forces choose a place to camp and deploy troops. The person in charge of this matter is a principal of Xiling Temple. After seeing the ceremony with his indifferent expression and discretion, he directly brought the disciples of Mochi Garden. a place.

The two tents are not far away from the central tent of the coalition forces. They are just behind the central tent, but they look a little remote and the terrain is slightly higher. The Mochiyuan disciples walked into the tent and looked at the equipment prepared in advance. , I found it to be pretty good, and I knew that it was probably because of the mountain lord that the coalition forces had given some face after all.

It’s just from the time when the king’s cavalry came here, until this moment, apart from the master of the temple, there was no upper class of the coalition or the temple’s great figure, plus those from the Central Plains countries that I saw along the way With indifferent eyes, the Mochiyuan disciples knew that they had been deliberately excluded and forgotten, and their emotions were inevitably depressed.

Tmall Girl is too young, naturally she can't think of so much. She looked at the thick woolen mattress in the tent, thinking that she could finally get a good night’s sleep tonight, without having to squeeze with the owner of the mountain in the narrow carriage. , It seems a little happy.

The experience of being excluded and deliberately forgotten, Ning Que experienced in the college last year, so he was very used to it and didn't care much, but felt that the location of this camping site seemed a bit wrong.

He went outside the tent and looked into the distance.

The **** horse with a heavy bag on his back walked up to him, arched him gently with the head of the horse, and made an unpleasant gasp like a bellows, which seemed extremely laborious.

Ning Que touched the mane on his neck and said with a smile: "Don’t always behave in front of me. How can such a little thing make you look like this hard? You will leave later, don’t rush. Unload your luggage. If you are hungry, go find some grass to eat."

The **** horse stared at the looming green grass in the winter wind, thinking with great pain, these grasses are less than the hair on the barbarian's head, where can I feed myself?

The big dark horse has a violent temperament, but if it is tamed, it is undoubtedly a rare horse in the world. If you let others discover its true strength, it will definitely be a tribute to it, and how can it be treated like Ning Que like at home? A dog I raised, there was no food at home, so he kicked it out and let it go to the street to pick up the neighbor’s bones?

But it was only convinced by Ning Que's discipline. Seeing that Ning Que really didn't mean to ask for hay for it, he kicked his horses hoof in despair and walked outside the camp, not knowing where he could find some food.

It's still early, but due to the short winter days in the bitter cold Northland, the sun on the sky faintly has the smell of dusk, slowly falling towards the ground, and the light gradually turns red.

A cold wind hit the back of the gentle slope. Ning Que took a cotton scarf from somewhere, tucked it into the neckline, and said to Zhuo Zhihua next to him: "This is a wind vent, it will be cold at night."

Zhou Zhihua is the oldest among the disciples of Mochi Garden, and his temperament is gentle and peaceful. Listening to Ning Que's reminder, he knew that the previous master of the temple brought him and others to camp here. There is still such a boredom. It is mean, even she feels a little angry, but she doesn't know how to deal with it.

Ning Que held a prairie man walking beside him, and said a long sincerely with a gentle expression.

Mo Shanshan did not get out of the car until he heard Ning Que's incomprehensible words, and then raised the curtain and walked off. After the prairie man left, she walked to him and said with her moist eyebrows frowning. Brother, do you even understand savage words?"

Because of the power of Tang and the constant preaching of the temple, the Central Plains language has been extremely popular on the grasslands, but there are still many barbarians who are used to speaking their old language, which is the so-called barbaric language.

Ning Que said, "I speak Ximan dialect better."

Juzhihua asked: "Brother Zhong, what did you say to that person before?"

"I asked him if he could set up an account on the grassland by himself."

Ning Que smiled and continued: "The barbaric said that we are Shan Yu's most distinguished guests, so as long as it is Shan Yu's pasture, we can choose any place to live."

Hearing this, the Mochiyuan disciples outside the tent all understood what he meant, and all laughed, thinking that it would be good to choose another campsite. Since the temple treats itself this way, why rely on them? Is too close.

Zhu Zhihua looked at Ning Que with a smile, thinking that there was no mature man in the same class. When faced with many problems and choices, he did not have a bit of courage. In this case, the mountain owner has no way to change.

"Where should we move?"

Ning Que looked over the grassland.

According to the edict of the temple, all the countries in the Central Plains sent people to assist Yan to participate in the war. At least hundreds of thousands of people gathered on the two fronts of the Yanbei Frontier Fortress. They were all pulled over, but the cavalry guarding the nobles gathered together, at least there were thousands of horses.

The tents on the grass field under the setting sun are everywhere, and flags are fluttering. There are not many tents on the grass field to the west, but they are arranged in an orderly manner. The flags that hunt and flutter in the cold wind are also very energetic. As for The vaguely visible cavalry formation is even more orderly than the Central Plains Allied cavalry here.

The world usually thinks that the most elite cavalry in the world is the Xiling Temple Guardian Army, but the number of Temple Cavalry is too small, and it is strictly controlled below a thousand horses according to the teachings, so the truly powerful cavalry who dare to swept the world are the other two.

On the wasteland over Tianqi Mountain, the king's cavalry and Tang Qi were billed for gold.

Ning Que pointed to the orderly tent on the west side of the Caochang, and the familiar flags, and said, "We will camp over there."

The disciples of Mochiyuan recognized that it was Tang Jun’s camp. They were slightly taken aback, and after a while they agreed to his suggestion. Dahe and Tang have been acquainted with each other for generations, and now they are all coming by the edict of the temple. Camping there, I believe no one can say anything harsh.

Unfortunately, the Dahe country girls who have little knowledge of the world still did not expect that they abandoned the camp designated by the temple and chose to live next to Tangying. It still attracted the attention of many people and attracted a lot of criticism.

Looking at more than a dozen people in the tired horse dust cart walking towards Tang camp in the twilight, the swordsmen from the Southern Jin Dynasty looked indifferent, the monks of the Moon Kingdom showed mockery, and the principal of the temple said with a gloomy expression: "I want to hold Tang's legs. , Then take it."

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(I know there is no rest today, so I have been writing, but everyone understands that now it is slower and slower, I will cheer! Girls, hug me and encourage me!)