Looking at all this, Luo Chen shook his head. After all, he was a grassland tribe. Although he had built a city, it was still hard to change his deep-rooted habits.
After standing there for a while, Luo Chen didn't wait any longer. He carefully avoided the feces on the ground, walked through the smelly crowd, and walked toward the center of the city.
After walking for less than half an hour, Luo Chen saw an inner city. The inner city wall was five or six meters high, forming an arc and surrounding a large area inside. There were some soldiers standing on it.
After crossing the city wall, you can see a white tent inside that is higher than the city wall.
Among these white tents, there is also a larger and taller golden tent.
"Stop! Don't come near the place where the Golden Tent is!"
Just when Luo Chen was about to get closer to the city wall and let go of his senses to observe the situation inside, at the entrance of the city gate, a soldier in golden armor put his right hand on the handle of his sword and looked at Luo Chen with sharp eyes.
"Golden account?"
When Luo Chen heard this, he stopped, glanced at the soldier, raised his head and squinted at the golden tent with a dome exposed inside the city wall.
The Golden Tent is where the leaders of the grassland tribes eat, live and work. Since this is the Golden Tent of the Naiman tribe, the leaders of the Naiman tribe should have been there in ancient times.
"Who are you? Leave now!"
Seeing that Luo Chen was a big man and was standing there looking at the inner city, several soldiers guarding the city gate immediately pulled out their scimitars and looked at Luo Chen warily.
When Luo Chen saw this, he was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, so he turned around and walked back without saying much.
Now that he has found the place, Luo Chen is not in a hurry. He just waits until night to sneak in and take a look.
"Um?"
Just after taking two steps, Luo Chen suddenly frowned, and then took a few steps towards the small stall selling leather goods next to him.
"Drive..."
"Da da……"
Just as Luo Chen walked to the leather goods stall, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came over.
Immediately afterwards, a team of golden-armored cavalry and a horse team composed of several lamas appeared on the street, galloping towards the inner city.
Passers-by on the street seemed to be a common sight, and they quickly stepped aside and bent down to salute the cavalry.
As for Luo Chen, since the cavalry team appeared, he has been turning his back to the street, lowering his head and pretending to pick the leather goods on the stall.
"drive……"
This group of cavalry was very fast and without squinting, they galloped past Luo Chen and rushed into the inner city.
"call……"
Fanning the dust in front of him with his hand, Luo Chen squinted his eyes and looked at the cavalry disappearing from the city gate.
The reason why Luo Chen avoided this group of cavalry was because when the group of cavalry appeared within his range of perception, he recognized the two leaders.
One of these two people was Mutuo, the monk from Jingang Temple whom Luo Chen met and fought against when he first went to Wuling Pass; the other was Sumen, the eagle shooter from the Naiman tribe.
Thinking of Mu Tuo, Luo Chen frowned again in confusion. He wondered why this Western Region lama came to this grassland tribe.
But then, Luo Chen figured out that people on the grassland generally believed in Buddhism, and the Vajra Temple was not too far away, so it was not surprising that the lama of the Vajra Temple came here.
"Hey! I'm talking about guest, do you want to buy it or not?"
Seeing Luo Chen holding the leather goods in his hands but looking away, the vendor frowned and complained.
"Oh! Let me take a look again!"
Luo Chen came to his senses, put down his leather goods, and turned around to leave.
"Hey! If you don't want to buy it, don't look at it!"
After glaring at Luo Chen's back, the vendor muttered in a low voice, and then patted the leather goods that Luo Chen touched.
That night!
Everything is completely silent. This grassland city in the Naiman tribe does not have a night market like the cities in the Central Plains.
At this time, the city of the Golden Tent fell into silence. Except for a few wolf howls coming from outside the city from time to time, no other sounds could be heard.
At this moment, in a remote part of the inner city wall where no one was guarding, a black figure silently flew up to the top of the city, and then floated into the inner city in a flash.
This dark shadow is Luo Chen, who just arrived in this city this afternoon.
Now that he's here, Luo Chen doesn't want to delay anymore. He wants to complete the task and go back early. He has never been far away, and now he's starting to feel a little homesick.
After entering the inner city, Luo Chen took a moment to look around, then moved towards the tallest tent in the dark night.
But after walking a few steps, Luo Chen suddenly stopped and hid behind a tent.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
As soon as Luo Chen took cover, a group of golden-armored soldiers holding weapons and torches came over from the direction Luo Chen was heading.
Looking at this group of soldiers, Luo Chen knew that they were sentries on night watch. After the group of sentries left, Luo Chen walked out again and continued to plunder towards the golden tent.
From the outside, the inner city didn't look big, but after entering the inner city, Luo Chen realized that he was wrong.
There are various tents or stone houses, large and small, stacked on top of each other, arranged in an orderly manner with the golden tent as the center.
At first, Luo Chen would choose to take a detour when he encountered a tent or a stone house blocking the road. But later, Luo Chen almost fainted himself, so he simply stopped taking the detour and ran directly from the roof when he encountered something blocking the road.
past.
While walking, avoiding the soldiers patrolling the night, Luo Chen finally approached the Naiman tribe's golden tent after walking for nearly an hour.
Hiding in a dark place, looking at the tall golden tent like a palace in the distance, glowing with a faint golden light under the moonlight, Luo Chen's face was full of surprise!
This is a golden tent! It’s a tent, not a palace built of wood and bricks. How much cloth or animal skins would it take to build such a big golden tent?
After sighing again, Luo Chen withdrew his eyes and began to look at the situation near the golden tent.
Surrounding the golden tent is an open space one or two miles away. There is no obstruction on it. Surrounding the golden tent, there is a circle of golden-armored soldiers guarding it. If there is any trouble, these soldiers will definitely discover it.
Looking at the golden tent, Luo Chen frowned and pinched his chin, thinking about how to sneak into the golden tent.
But right now!
"who?"
A loud shout came from a white tent that was half the size of a gold tent diagonally across from Luo Chen.
A sudden loud shout made the soldiers guarding the golden tent look at the white tent.
Luo Chen's eyebrows also jumped, thinking that he had been discovered, and was about to let go of his senses to observe the tent, when a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the tent and swept away into the distance.
Immediately afterwards, two more figures ran out of the tent. One of them was the Mutuo Lama that Luo Chen had seen, and the other was a bald prairie man.
"Master! You stay here, I will chase you."
Looking at the black shadow getting further and further away, the bald man left a word to Mu Tuo, took two quick steps, turned over and climbed onto the horse next to him:
"Come here! Follow me!"
With a wave of his hand, the bald man led a group of gold-armored soldiers guarding the side and rode towards the black figure in pursuit.