"Hyah!"
The warhorse galloped. Yang Fan had once seriously practiced horsemanship with Chu Kuangge in Luoyang, and it finally came in handy here. He felt that this kind of place was truly suitable for a fine horse to gallop. The sky was high and the ground was wide. The wind swept the grass, and the horse's hooves on the ground seemed elastic. The man and the horse were one, and they followed the movements of the fine horse to ride the waves. It was simply joyful.
"Erlang, do it!"
The Goosako chicken shouted. Yang Fan held the horn bow, pulled the string, and shot an arrow. With a whoosh, the arrow hit the butt of the marmot. Yang Fan's Still Shooting was already very accurate, but on a galloping horse, this kind of accuracy was already considered extraordinary.
The autumn marmot was the fattest, and the arrow in the butt was not fatal. Under the pain, it ran even faster.
The Goosako chicken laughed and grabbed the bow. Almost as soon as the bow was in its hand, a sharp arrow was already on the string. It seemed to take a casual aim, and with a whoosh, the arrow hit the marmot. The sharp arrow pierced through its head, and the marmot ran two steps before falling dead to the ground with a whine.
Autumn was a good season to hunt marmots. There were many fat marmots on the grasslands, and they were an important source of livelihood for the grassland herdsmen who both grazed and hunted. Marmot meat could be eaten, and marmot skin and marmot oil could be exchanged from merchants for daily utensils such as salt, cloth, rice, and iron pots.
In addition, they also needed marmot oil. The winter here was very cold, and any butter or butter would solidify. Only marmot oil could maintain its liquid state. In the coldest days and windy weather, applying a layer of marmot oil on one's hands, feet, and face could play a very good role in preventing the cold.
Yang Fan galloped to the front of the marmot, stooped down and lifted the fat marmot up. Although his archery on horseback was still inferior, relying on his excellent skills, his horsemanship was not inferior to that of a human.
Yang Fan put the fat marmot on the back of the horse. There was already a lot of prey on the horse's back. There were even more prey on the backs of Kosho chickens and Big Bear. There was even a fat red deer.
They had encountered this marmot on their way back from hunting, and they had already chased it to the vicinity of the yurts of the Cavalry Division. If it wasn't for this timely arrow, once it entered the group of yurts and was seen by a herdsman, it would have become their meal.
Gao She Ji galloped over. Yang Fan smiled at him and said, "Gao Xiong's arrow did not miss its target. You are really awesome."
Gao Sheji said modestly, "I don't deserve such praise. I used to be proud of my archery skills, but ever since I saw Little Flying General Zhang Yi's archery skills two days ago, I don't dare to boast anymore. I really don't know where Little Flying General learned his archery skills from. He can actually shoot nine consecutive arrows. He is the most brilliant archer in the grassland. If there is a chance, I want to learn from him. "
Yang Fan said, "Little Flying General, that guy is really amazing. That level of archery skills is godly, how can he …"
Just as Yang Fan said this, he saw Little Flying General Zhang Yi coming out of a yurt. His clothes were untidy and he was tying his belt. Behind him, a young girl with braids from the tribe came out. She happily hugged him from behind and kissed him hard on the cheek. Zhang Yi turned around and said something. The young girl with a red face went back into the yurt with a smile on her face.
Yang Fan stiffened and said with a bitter smile, "This guy's archery skills, don't tell me he learned it from a woman?"
Big Bear licked his thick lips and said enviously, "Little Chicken, let's treat Zhang Yi to a drink tonight! If we make him happy, he will teach us a few moves. "
Gao Sheji said, "Okay, that's what I was thinking!"
Big Bear said, "You learn how to shoot from him, and I will learn how to make women happy from him."
Yang Fan and Gao Sheji looked at each other.
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Returning to the yurt where they lived, Yang Fan, Gao Sheji and Big Bear only kept two snow chickens and a dzeren leg from their hunt. The rest were distributed to the shepherds sent to serve them. They were a few young and pretty Turkic girls.
For the past few days, Yang Fan and the others had given them game. The girls were really happy. Pairs of big watery eyes glanced at them. It seemed that if they wanted to learn from Zhang Yi, they would be very willing to be their "target".
Big Bear, that guy on the outside, was probably a little moved. He tried to strike up a conversation with the girl in the Turkic language. Although he tried his best to make it sound like he was beating around the bush, almost no one could not understand the meaning behind his words.
One little girl was not a big deal, but there were several little girls in the tent. There was also a Gaosheki who could also understand Turkic language. After being teased by these people, the little girl who received the gift from the Gaosheki ran away with a red face, leaving Big Bear staring at her swaying little butt with a disappointed look.
At this time, Niu Mang suddenly rushed in. When he saw Yang Fan, he said, "Erlang, my master wants you to go over immediately!"
Yang Fan saw his nervous face and knew that there must be something important. He immediately followed him out of the yurt.
At this time, Yang Fan was also dressed in Turkic attire. Accompanied by Niu Mang, he quickly walked towards Shen Mu's yurt. Halfway there, he suddenly saw a Turkic girl beside Zhang Yi. Zhang Yi was holding a copper bracelet in his hand. After talking for a while, he helped her put it on her wrist. While the girl was admiring herself, he pulled her little hand and went into the yurt beside him.
Yang Fan's eyes widened. Zhang Yi, this fellow, was practically a stud horse!
When Yang Fan walked into Shen Mu's yurt, he saw only two people inside. One was Shen Mu, the other was Wu Zhile. The two were sitting cross-legged opposite each other, their faces gloomy.
After Niu Mang put up the curtain for Yang Fan to enter, he put down the curtain and stood guard outside. Yang Fan looked at the two and went straight to sit next to Shen Mu. He asked, "What happened?"
Wu Zhile said in a muffled voice, "I'm afraid, we will have to move to another place."
Yang Fan was startled and asked, "Why?"
Shen Mu said indifferently, "It's not just moving to another place. I'm afraid our original plans will all be for naught. We need to think about it further."
Yang Fan couldn't help but ask, "Just what happened?"
Shen Mu said, "The people that Wu Zhile sent to secretly request an audience with Lun Trinling were tied up the moment they arrived at his residence and brought to see Zan Pu. In addition, they pointed out that this was Wu Zhile's delaying tactic. They should attack Big Dipper Valley before winter arrives and drive the Tuqishi Tribe out into the wilderness to be dragged out and frozen to death!"
Yang Fan looked at Wu Zhile. Wu Zhile pounded his thigh in frustration and said hatefully, "There's a spy! Someone leaked our plan to Lun Trinling! "
Yang Fan's eyes narrowed. "Who did you tell?"
Shen Mu snorted. Wu Zhile's black face immediately turned red. After a moment, he said in a muffled voice, "The chieftain of the main tribe, the elders, and the leaders of the other nine tribes …"
Shen Mu said, "The problem is, you didn't ask these people to keep it a secret, so the entire tribe knows."
Wu Zhile straightened his neck. "I trust my tribesmen!"
Under Shen Mu's sharp glare, Wu Zhile shrank back again. In a low voice, he said, "How could we hide this kind of trick of feigning surrender from our tribesmen? If we don't say it, it's hard to avoid someone making it real. It's not like you don't know that the relationships between the tribes are very distant. If we want to feign surrender, we have to communicate with each other. It's not like the army of the Tang dynasty, which obeys every order and doesn't need to let them know the reason. "
Shen Mu sighed and shook his head, saying nothing.
Yang Fan said, "If that's the case, then we have no way of finding the spy."
Shen Mu said, "It's not important right now whether we can find the spy or not. Since it's something that the entire tribe knows about, the spy might just be a small character who doesn't speak, or someone might have inadvertently leaked it to an outsider. What's important is where the Tuqishi Tribe needs to move to in order to survive this winter without suffering any losses. In addition, we need to find a way to drive a wedge between the Tufan Zan Pu (king) and the Great Minister (great prime minister). We need to reconsider our survival and the way we deal with our enemies. It seems that just getting through this difficult time is a very difficult task, not to mention anything else. "
The tent was silent for a moment. The three of them lowered their heads in silence.
Wushelei thought for a while, then raised his head to look at Shen Mu. Seeing Shen Mu's gloomy expression, the light of hope in his eyes gradually dimmed. This happened a few times. Yang Fan, who had been ignored by him all this time, suddenly said slowly, "Perhaps, I have a way!"
Shen Mu and Wushelei turned their gazes to him. Wushelei couldn't help but ask, "You've thought of a good place to move to?"
Yang Fan was taken aback. "You're a hundred times more familiar with the situation in Hexi than I am. If even you can't think of a good place to move to, how can I?"
Wushelei was also taken aback. "If it's not migration, then what method have you thought of?"
Yang Fan said, "I still don't know if this method of mine will work, but I've been thinking about it over and over again. I think that if this plan can be carried out, then you won't need to migrate, and the plan to break up the relationship between the Tubo monarch and prime minister can proceed as planned."
These words caused even Shen Mu's eyes to light up. "Erlang, speak quickly. What brilliant plan do you have?"
Yang Fan glanced at the door. Shen Mu said, "Relax, there are only my people here, and the people at my side are absolutely reliable! Because no one can pay the price of bribing them! "
These words were very arrogant, but Yang Fan believed his guarantee. Yang Fan nodded. "I remember that when we were about to reach the Huang River, Brother Shen had Little Fei rush over to meet Zhang Yi. As soon as he saw me, he stabbed me in the face, saying that I was the nephew of the Eastern Turkic Khagan Gu Dulu, Musi."
Shen Mu asked suspiciously, "That's right. What about it?"
Yang Fan said, "It's not strange for people to look alike. I just want to know how good Zhang Yi is at reading people. Is his claim that I'm identical to Ashina Musi reliable? "
Shen Mu said, "Zhang Yi and I have known each other for a long time, and his ability to read people is truly superb. If he says that you're identical to Ashina Musi, then he can't be wrong."
Yang Fan said, "In Luoyang, I once met Ashina Huselo. That person has yellow hair, a sharp nose, light blue eyes, and a dark skin. Besides my dark skin, I have nothing in common with Ashina Huselo. Huselo and Musi are both Turkic royalty, so their characteristics should be similar. Am I really that similar to Musi?"
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