Supreme Psychic Power - Chapter 478 Horse Racing

In front of me is a large desolate Gobi Desert full of scattered stones, spreading layer by layer on the ground, and there is only a winding path in the middle, which is trampled by the herders over the years. Looking from a distance, you can just see hazy green, like a layer of green smoke covering the gray-yellow Gobi Desert, which is the trace of the red willows in the desert.

"Class leader, do we really want to exchange land with these foreigners?" Ali, a small military leader in the tribe, whispered to the old man, "If they use the method of land grabbing, they will definitely seize a large amount of land. I can see that their red horse is a sweat-blooded horse and runs very fast."

"If this happens, we will suffer." After he reminded, the old man looked carefully at the war horse holding Peng Wei's hand, with its maroon fur, slender waist, and agile steps. No matter how you look at this horse, it is a unique BMW horse.

"There are always ways. People can't run away from horses. Do you think so, Ali?" the old man said with a smile, touching his gray beard.

"Our Hassan tribe has a rule. If someone wants to buy land, he can hold a small red flag and run back within an hour. Then from the starting point to the place where the small red flag lands will be his permanent property." The old man smiled and looked at Wang Sen, "Are you ready?"

Wang Sen took a long breath and held a small red flag tightly in his hand. He suddenly realized that this method was somewhat similar to the method of "running and enclosing land" when he entered Guandong. He heard his father said before his death that the ancestors of the Wang family also bought two places from the Mongolian prince in this way (forty hectares each), and then took root in the northeast, gradually scattered, and the later Wang Sen was born.

Hundreds of years later, the descendants of the Wang family were going to engage in such a competition that was related to fate and future, but the protagonist was changed to Wang Sen, and the location was changed from the northeast to the distant Badgis.

"It's ready!" Wang Sen squatted down slowly, grabbing the ground with both hands, like a sharp arrow with strings, waiting for a command.

"Run!" The little red flag in Zardari's hand suddenly waved downwards, and Wang Sen rushed out like a bolt of lightning and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"He can actually run so fast!" Old Man Seimir looked at his back that was disappearing quickly in surprise, and his fist hit his palm hard. He felt that he had been plotted against by Wang Sen.

Wang Sen felt the sound of wind in his ears. Every muscle in his body was burning fully. The violent running made his heart overload. Rhea activated the psychic support system and continuously supplied energy to Wang Sen's legs and even the whole body. Wang Sen's speed once accelerated!

"Half an hour!" Wang Sen roared, and the military boots on his feet stepped on the abrupt desert Gobi. How high the stones behind him were bounced up, making a crisp sound. Wang Sen's speed was getting faster and faster, and the sweat on his forehead fascinated his eyes like rain.

Wang Sen raised his sleeve and wiped it. Rhea shouted, "Master time is coming soon, throw the flag immediately!"

Wang Sen suddenly woke up, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. He immediately fought with one arm, threw the flag forward with a fierce force, and stabbed it steadily into the crack of the stone a hundred meters ahead. Wang Sen turned around and ran back, but the speed of running back was slightly slower.

Gradually, a faint yellow mist rose from the Gobi Desert in the distance, and a black figure passed through the hazy smoke and dust, quickly from far to near, becoming clearer and clearer. When they saw clearly that Wang Sen was running like flying, they couldn't help but slapped it. A rough estimate was that Wang Sen had also ran at least ten kilometers away, so the land we obtained was ten times ten... Now we made a lot of money haha!

Seimir's face was not sad because of the loss of land. On the contrary, he seemed very calm. The contracts agreed upon by both parties were inviolable. If this young man ran a hundred kilometers away, then I should also resolutely fulfill the contract and sell the land to him. Our Hassan tribe is creditworthy.

Seimir rode a war horse and patrolled the land that was about to become the young man with Wang Sen. Peng Wei and several soldiers held a measuring rope of one meter and smashed down wooden stakes one after another. From then on, this territory belongs to my family. What? This belongs to President Badgis? Just kidding, in this ghost place, the president's orders are not as valuable as toilet paper.

In Badgis, tribes are the real land owners and law enforcement officers, and secular officials' rights are basically decentralized, whether in the Kingdom or the turbulent Republic. This is the case now, and it will be like this in the future.

The tribe patriarch has absolute authority, the organizer of production and life and the enforcer of the law, and the supreme commander of the tribe armed forces. For the Hassan tribe, the words of the patriarch Seimir were an absolute imperial edict. When he made a decision to sell the land to Wang Sen, no tribe member would object to this.

Old Man Seimir jumped off the horse and pulled up the small red flag symbolizing the finish line from the crack of the stone. It was fifty kilometers long. The old man murmured this number in his mouth, and his heart was vaguely cramped. He did not expect that Wang Sen could run so fast! But the road was already done. Even if he had 1,800 unwillingness, he had to resolutely fulfill the agreement between the two sides. In Badgis, betrayal is the most despicable morality.

"King, from now on, with this as the center, the range within a radius of fifty miles belongs to you." Old Man Seimir handed a contract written in Arabic to Wang Sen. Wang Sen asked Long Shicai to translate it. Long Shicai glanced at him and was immediately happy, "Captain, this contract states that it is permanent use rights, haha, we have made a lot of money!"

"I think I have to add one more." Wang Sen rolled his eyes, held his chin and thought for a long time, and said, the old man Seimir immediately turned his face to look at him, wondering what other tricks this kid would play.

"Clan leader, I think we collectively overlooked a very important thing," Wang Sen held his chin and showed an inexplicable smile on his face. "In the future, I will cultivate this land, and in the future, there will be many humans of different races living on this land. Then your laws and your teachings are not the same as our living habits. For example, in daily diet and living customs, I think we should list one alone, that is, if we Chinese commit crimes and you Badgis commit crimes, we will judge them with their own rules and laws. How about?"

The old man's mind had been twisted for hundreds of twists and he didn't understand the real purpose of Wang Sen's doing this. He thought that what Wang Sen said was very reasonable. Everyone has different living customs and different beliefs, so naturally the laws that apply are not applicable. Such regulations are completely reasonable!

"Boss, what you are talking about seems to be very consistent with some events in history books!" Peng Wei scratched his head for a long time and couldn't help asking. Wang Sen sneered and said with a sneer, "This is the extraterritorial right. Do you understand?"

"Oh, I understand! The evil extraterritorial legal power, the despicable trick of imperialism invading the colonial semi-colonial people." Peng Wei yelled twice with his neck, and was slapped by Wang Sen, "What is invasion? Are we here to help the poor people, okay?"

"Okay, just say ok." Peng Wei covered his red neck and said unwillingly.

Wang Sen began to examine the land he owned. First, he analyzed from the terrain that this land had two mountain ranges, separated in the northeast and southwest directions of the entire area, and a one-mile-wide vent was exposed in the middle.

A seasonal river flows down from the hillside in the northeast, forming an alluvial plain with an area of ​​about two kilometers on the Gobi Desert. This is also the location where Wang Sen is preparing to set up a base. The large area of ​​land mixed between the two mountains is a flat desert Gobi. When the wind blows, sand and gravel walk around, covering the sky and the sun, and the whole thing looks like a hell on earth.

Wang Sen held a telescope in his hand, looked at the two mountains rising from the ground, stepped on them for a long time and turned around, smiling at Peng Wei, "Have the map been drawn?"

"It's done." Peng Wei handed the sketchbook in his hand to Wang Sen. Wang Sen looked at it and frowned, "These two mountains should have their own names."

"I call them Mountains 1 and 2. How about it? Isn't it simple and clear?" Peng Wei said proudly. Not only these two mountains, but even the seasonal river was named: River 3, which is simple and clear and easy to remember.

"Not good." Wang Sen used three words to reject the name Peng Wei had worked hard to come up with in the afternoon. Peng Wei was anxious, "Then you name them, I want to see if you can give them a better name than me?"

"Of course." Wang Sen smiled. He hesitated for a moment and pointed to the mountain road to the north. "This mountain is majestic and beautiful, stretching for dozens of miles. It can be called the back fence of my base. Why not just call it Kunshan."

"Kunshan, does it mean to take Kunlun Mountain?" Peng Wei couldn't help asking. After learning geography, he still had a good understanding of this knowledge.

"That's right, it's indeed taken from Kunlun Mountain. How about it? Do you think it's very majestic?" Wang Sen smiled, and Peng Wei curled his lips, but the name Kunshan is a good one and very vivid.

"What about this?" Peng Wei asked again at the Jianshe Mountain Range shrouded in white clouds in the southwest. Wang Sen thought for a while, "This Badgis belonged to the ancient Silk Road back then, but Zhang Qian went out of the Western Regions and entered the wilderness, and managed the 800-mile north-south mountain for the Han family. Later, he was named Bowang Hou. It would be better to name this mountain Bowang Mountain after Zhang Qian's title to show his respect for the ancients."
Chapter completed!