Yang Fan left the tent where the dignitaries of the Parmi tribe were imprisoned. He fixed his beard and immediately went to see Zhang Yi.
When he reached the tent, Zhang Yi's guards stretched out their hands to stop him. Yang Fan was unwilling to pay attention to him and barged in with a push.
Zhang Yi was lying on the bed and was working hard to drill the 'crude oil'. Seeing Yang Fan barge in, Tuoba Ruoran exclaimed and quickly covered her face. Zhang Yi pulled the blanket over his body in a sorry state and said with some vexation, "Second … You can't even wait for a while?"
Yang Fan saw the situation in the tent and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In front of this woman, he couldn't even talk about official matters. Yang Fan hurriedly retreated out and answered, "Yes! Big Chieftain, this subordinate has something to report! "
Zhang Yi said, "Wait a moment, I'll go out after I put on my clothes!"
The moment the curtain fell, Zhang Yi's' drilling for crude oil 'action immediately turned into' tamping '. The sounds of thumping were fast and urgent, as though the ground beneath him was trembling.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Zhang Yi stood in front of Yang Fan in a refreshed state.
Yang Fan gave him a thumbs up and asked, "Where is the location of the Xue Yantuo tribe? Do you know?"
Zhang Yi thought for a moment before bending down to pick up a stone and started to draw on the ground. Of course, it was impossible for him to know the topography of the entire area, but he was familiar with this area. He could remember the location of every lake clearly. This was the capital to protect his life in the desert, and most of the tribes here relied on these lakes to survive.
Yang Fan looked at the crooked map that he had drawn and tilted his head to take a closer look. He nodded and said, "This place is where we are?"
Zhang Yi said, "Yes!"
Yang Fan said, "From the looks of it, we are not far from the Xue Yantuo tribe."
Zhang Yi laughed dryly and said, "From this map, it is indeed not far, but if we really want to rush there, who knows how long we will have to walk and how many tribes of all sizes we will have to pass by."
Yang Fan frowned and said, "What about the location? The direction can't be wrong, right? "
Zhang Yi looked closely at the clumsy map he had drawn and said confidently, "The location can't be wrong. I have a very good memory, I can remember people and roads."
Yang Fan nodded, stroking his chin as he said, "From this position, it should be in the center of the Turkic tribes. Since they've gathered their forces here, it's impossible for us to determine which pass they intend to attack."
Zhang Yi said: "Then what do we do?"
Yang Fan pondered for a moment and said, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained! Let's go to this Xue Yantuo Tribe! "
Zhang Yi exclaimed in shock: "The hundreds of Turkic tribes, big and small, are all there. Even if one of us fights a hundred, we won't even be enough to fill the gaps between their teeth!"
Yang Fan glared at him and said, "Idiot! Who said anything about fighting? "
He tore off his beard and stuck it back, leisurely saying, "I, Ashina Musi, want to go to Xue Yantuo. Who dares to stop me?"
Zhang Yi suddenly understood and said, "Right, right, right, we've been fighting and killing along the way. How could I have forgotten about this? Then … what about Black Whirlwind?"
Yang Fan said, "I'm afraid that after this battle, he'll be full. If he eats any more, he'll be stuffed to death. If he's willing to continue with us, then we'll take him with us. Didn't you say that there are still many small and large tribes between here and Xue Yantuo Tribe? We'll continue to fight our way over and create more chaos. When we get close to Xue Yantuo Tribe, we'll turn into one of the Turkic tribes attending the meeting. Black Whirlwind isn't stupid and won't follow us to such a dangerous place. When the time comes, there's no need for you to chase him. He'll leave on his own. "
Zhang Yi nodded and asked, "When do we move?"
Yang Fan said, "We can't wait for the fleeing herdsmen to find reinforcements. It won't be good for them to guess our general direction. We'll leave immediately!"
… …
In front of a yurt, Big Bear paced back and forth, a fierce struggle in his heart.
After taking over this tribe, the Turkic bandits under Black Whirlwind had been unbridled, robbing and raping women. Even the cavalry of the Tuqishi tribe were just as vicious.
This had always been the rule of the grasslands. The victor had the right to control everything of the loser. Cattle, sheep, property, women, and even the loser himself could become slaves. And most of the women of the grasslands also had this understanding. Whoever was the victor would become their new master.
The women of the grasslands had long since accepted this rule in their unique living environment. No matter how much they loved their original husband, they rarely resisted after being kidnapped. Most of them would calmly accept reality and become the new husband's wife. Moreover, they would earnestly and dutifully take on the responsibility of taking care of the family.
Just like the later King of the grasslands, Genghis Khan, his mother and main wife had both been kidnapped and turned into someone else's wife. As a result, the actions of these bandits did not meet with any resistance from the women. Seeing this situation, Big Bear could not help but feel tempted.
He and the kosher chickens were specialized in extremely dangerous scouting missions. Each mission would last at least a few months, and at most a year. Moreover, it was extremely dangerous. Once they were seen through, there was no chance of survival. The reason why they had not married at this age was not because they were too taciturn during blind dates, but because their identities were too dangerous. Who would be willing to become a widow at any time?
Their taciturn behavior during blind dates was precisely a habit developed after many failed blind dates. Big Bear was still a virgin. Seeing how others could do whatever they wanted and how the women did not resist, Big Bear could not help but feel tempted.
In the tent behind him, there was a very pretty Turkic girl. When the bandits under Black Whirlwind had charged into this household to rob their belongings, they had been stopped by the owner of the household and had wanted to draw their sabers to kill him. It was Big Bear who had passed by and stopped the bandits from violating the girl.
He could sense that the girl had a good impression of him. Moreover, these bandits were like wolves and tigers roaming around, looking for anything that could be taken away. The people in the tribe were all scared witless. The girl even had a fawning attitude towards him, as if she wanted to rely on him for protection. If he wanted to sleep with this girl … she should not object, right?
Big Bear struggled in his heart. One moment he was beaming, the next he was crestfallen, and the next he seemed to think of something. His face turned red. After struggling for a long time, he finally made up his mind. Stamping his foot, he turned and rushed into the tent.
The beautiful Turkic girl timidly rose to her feet. Seeing his strange expression and burning gaze, she suddenly understood and shyly lowered her head, shooting a quick glance at him.
Big Bear gathered his courage. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Zhang Yi's shout from outside, "Is the camel ready? Let's go, let's leave immediately! "
Big Bear wanted to vent his anger like a pig. Lowering his head, he sullenly walked out …
… …
On the top of a sand dune across the wide freshwater lake from the Basumi tribe, a person quietly stood.
Her entire body was wrapped in a yellow robe and a headscarf. Her face was also covered with a cloth of the same color, revealing only a pair of curved brows and a pair of delicate eyes.
Those curved brows were like the crescent moon reflected in the water of the lake at night. Those bright eyes were like the twinkling stars in the moonless sky.
Her hand was outstretched, and the camel's head was lowered, licking the salt from her palm. That small and thin hand was a little thin.
Tin Aino had been following Shen Mu for a long time, all the way until Shen Mu entered Big Dipper Valley and took up residence in the Tuqishi tribe. This entire winter, she had been keeping watch at a small tribe that Shen Mu had to pass through on his return journey. But on the return journey, she had finally lost track of Shen Mu.
When Shen Mu returned, it was snowing heavily. This sort of weather was especially dangerous for a lone traveler like her, and her horse had diarrhea. When she finally arrived at the oasis town where Shen Mu had stopped, Shen Mu had already been escorted east by the people from the Huang River. She saw Yang Fan, Zhang Yi, and all the other people that Shen Mu had left behind.
These people had sneakily crossed Mount Heli and entered the Turkic territory. Tin Aino had thought that Shen Mu was among them, so she chased them all the way to the Turkic territory.
This girl had a bit of perseverance. Even now, she still thought that Shen Mu had arrived at Longyou. Tin Aino did not understand what Shen Mu and the horse bandits were doing in Longyou. But she only needed to follow him all the way and know all his whereabouts. Her young master would analyze these matters, and she did not need to worry. Her young master never needed anyone to worry about him.
Tin Aino stood there quietly, blending into the yellow sand. The people on the other side could not see her at all. She watched as the people in the distance had already left, then gently pulled on the reins. The camel immediately obediently knelt down. Tin Aino mounted the camel's back and gave a light shout. The camel stood up and led her along the undulating sand dunes.
The yellow sand made the blue sky look a little black. A camel and a person walked alone.
Suddenly, a clear and melodious song rang out in the silent desolation, "On the seventh day of the seventh month, come by coincidence. Seventh Young Lady, please come early. Teach your child's heart, teach your child's hands. Embroider a sky full of stars and send you back to the Heavenly Palace … "
The desert was terrifying and full of unpredictable dangers. This danger was even more fatal to a person who traveled alone. However, the greatest danger was not the danger caused by the desert's terrain or climate, but the loneliness of traveling alone in the vast world.
As far as one could see, one could not see a single living thing. One could only hear the sound of one's own breathing and the sound of one's own camel stepping on the sand dunes. When the monotonous sound entered one's ears, it would feel like a drum was beating in one's ears.
Singing was the best way to relieve the heavy pressure of the monotonous and lonely journey. But this song could relieve the pressure on her eardrums, but could it relieve the pressure in her heart?
The figure walking alone was filled with loneliness, just like her lonely song …
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