Chapter 511: Robbery

At this time, Zhang Haotian saw a red animal jumping past him. It seemed that it was a fox. He didn't know who was shooting. He was about to avoid it with a "good temper", but it was too late. After the hill, three Mongolian men riding horses and holding horse rifles rushed out. When he saw Zhang Haotian, he was stunned at first, but he ignored him and searched for prey everywhere, but the fox had long run to somewhere.

Zhang Haotian was afraid that they would be suspicious, so he did not speed up. He walked forward slowly. Before he could turn the hill, he heard the sound of horse hooves behind him. The three Mongolian men with rifles rushed over and walked with him. One of them was dark-skinned and about forty-year-olds shouting at him something.

Zhang Haotian couldn't understand Mongolian language, but probably they were asking about their origins. However, with the lessons of the Lanya people, he certainly did not dare to easily reveal his identity as a Han. Anyway, he was wearing Mongolian robe now, and as long as he didn't speak, these people couldn't tell where he was.

Faced with the other party's inquiry, of course it would not work. Zhang Haotian had no other choice but to choose a way that although he spoke, the other party could not hear his accent, which was to pretend to be mute.

So he immediately shouted at the middle-aged man while yelling "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Seeing Zhang Haotian like this, the people said a few words, looking very regretful. It was obvious that he looked very handsome and burly, but unfortunately he was a mute.

At this moment, several people were riding horses and turning across the hills. Zhang Haotian suddenly saw a scene. Not far ahead, there were a large group of yurts, at least three or four hundred, which was obviously one or two times the size of the Nalan people. In the distance, there was a large group of cattle, sheep and horses, but there were people around him riding horses and whipping whips and shouting. Naturally, night fell and driving these livestock into the pen.

Zhang Haotian originally wanted to bypass these yurts, but the middle-aged man seemed very hospitable. He rode his horse to him and made a meal with his hands, as if inviting him to have dinner in the clan.

Zhang Haotian was worried that these people would be suspicious and inconvenient to refuse. Moreover, it was far away from the Nalan tribe, so it didn't matter if he had a meal and then rushed there, so he nodded and followed them.

After a while, we arrived at the yurt group. Everyone turned over and got off the horse. Some children shouted happily around the middle-aged man, chattering, as if asking him if he was hitting the fox. When they heard the middle-aged man's answer, they ran away with grimaces. The middle-aged man had all spanked the middle-aged man with a smile. It seemed that he was a very easy-going person.

At this time, the middle-aged man took Zhang Haotian into a big yurt, but saw a middle-aged woman inside busy.

Seeing the two men hunting with middle-aged men who were only about twenty years old, with tender and honest faces, Zhang Haotian understood that this should be a family, and the middle-aged man was the male owner here.

Sitting on the carpet on the ground, the middle-aged man went to pick up the teapot outside the stove, poured a bowl of horse milk tea, and handed it to him. Although Zhang Haotian drank a lot of cold water, horse milk tea was undoubtedly more attractive. He took it and drank it in one sip.

Seeing Zhang Haotian like this, the middle-aged man poured him another bowl, but Zhang Haotian still drank it, but his speed inevitably decreased a lot.

The middle-aged man was naturally curious about what kind of tribe he was from. He asked a few questions and even compared a few hand gestures. However, Zhang Haotian didn't know what to do and just used a "ah ah ah" voice to deal with it.

Seeing that he could not communicate with Zhang Haotian, the middle-aged man had to give up and asked his wife to bring the rice down, but saw that it was two large plates of fragrant beef.

Seeing Zhang Haotian staring at the beef, the middle-aged man smiled and went to him with a big bowl of white rice. Zhang Haotian only planned to leave immediately after eating, and was not polite, so he picked up the chopsticks and scattered them. However, at this time he had seen that the plates and large bowls used by the family were made in English in Chinese, and of course they were also exchanged with the outside world.

At this time, the middle-aged man sat by the wooden table with his wife and son and started eating. The middle-aged man poured a bowl of horse milk wine and handed it to Zhang Haotian, indicating that he tasted it.

At this time, the danger had not yet come out, and Zhang Haotian had to stay awake at all times and could not drink, so he shook his head, meaning that he could not drink.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Haotian was not only a mute, but also could not even drink. The middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh and started drinking with his two sons. After a while, he started singing a low song, and the two sons smiled and responded, occasionally humming a few words.

Seeing them drinking and singing while enjoying themselves, Zhang Haotian couldn't help but sigh. It's a pity that he doesn't know Mongolian, otherwise he would know what kind of tribe they are and what tribe they are. If they want to trade with the outside world, there must be people who speak Chinese, but he couldn't find it for a while.

While eating, suddenly, there was a rapid sound of cow horns outside.

Hearing the sound of cow horns, everyone except Zhang Haotian changed their faces. The middle-aged man and his two sons immediately threw down the bowl, took their own rifles, and inserted them all with the scimitars commonly used by Mongolians on their waists, and then hurriedly ran out.

Seeing this, Zhang Haotian knew in his heart that there must be an enemy attack, and he was very strange. Even if the Tolei clan disappeared, there were only three royal families left in the grassland. Has Qiqige said that they had a good relationship. The other two princes were following the head of Prince Aldon Leng of the Boyan tribe. How could there be a battle? Could it be that someone from outside wanted to steal the tomb of Genghis Khan? However, this possibility should not be great. The forbidden area of ​​the Holy Mausoleum is not only guarded by 20,000 to 30,000 royal people, but also because the Genghis Khan's tomb is also the national treasure of Mongolia, army can be sent to protect it at any time. Unless it is a blatant invasion between countries, it is hard to imagine that a large number of armed forces will enter.

At this time, the dense gunfire had already sounded. It was obvious that there were many people coming from the other side. The two sides were in a fierce battle. Although this had nothing to do with Zhang Haotian, his heart was full of curiosity. When he saw the yurt, his sister-in-law also picked up a scimitar and stood in the curtain, as if waiting for the enemy to rush in at any time, so she lifted the curtain and walked out.

When I walked out of the yurt, I saw that the night had already arrived, but the moonlight was brighter than the previous few nights. I could clearly see the situation outside. The gunshots came from the west, and some men ran over there with guns, and some women were calling their young sons loudly and hid in the yurt with them.

Zhang Haotian went west and passed through dozens of yurts. He saw a large group of knights galloping from hundreds of meters to the west, shooting in this direction with all his horses. The men in the tribe here were lying on the grass on the west to shoot at the rushing enemies. From time to time, the knights were shot and then fell to the ground with their horses. The rest did not stop at all. Facing the rain of bullets, they still rushed over with all their might, making a "huhu" scream, which was extremely brave and desperate.

Four hundred meters...three hundred meters...two hundred meters...one hundred meters...one hundred meters...

Although the knights rushing in front fell in rows, they rushed closer and closer. When they were only thirty or forty meters, they no longer filled the bullets into the rifle, but pulled out their waist knives and raised them high.

In just a moment, the knight in front rushed over, immediately bent down, and his hand fell, and a head flew into the air.

As the knight rushed in, more and more knights rushed in, and they raised their swords one after another. The Mongolian men holding carriage rifles were not too late to aim, and were chopped to the ground by these knights.

Zhang Haotian did not lean too far forward, and he did not want to participate in this matter. When he saw a yurt next to him, he crawled in and saw a young Mongolian woman inside hugging a boy and a girl and hid aside in horror. The boy should be in his teens, while the girl was only four or five years old.
Chapter completed!