Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 30: The Choice of the Camp
Volume 2: Winter Lake, Chapter 30: Choice of Camp
The ten or so people in the tired horse dust car naturally cannot affect the situation in the wilderness. The negotiations between the Barbarian Royal Court and the Central Plains Allied Forces have nothing to do with them. They have experienced horse thieves plundering and losing all their food and grass, but they still insist on coming here. The disciples of Mochiyuan themselves
Knowing that he wanted to seek justice, but in other people's eyes, he was forced to come and wait for the outcome of the temple's decision. The prospect was bleak and bleak. Naturally, no one would be willing to come and get close to him, even if it was rumored that the bookworm was in that carriage.
The grassland beside Xiongshan Mountain is endless. Although tens of thousands of people gather here in the middle of winter and the tents are in full bloom, there are still enough places to place people. In order to show sincerity, the Royal Court agreed that the Central Plains Allied Forces would choose their own place to camp and deploy.
Centaur, the person in charge of this matter was a chief of the Xiling Temple. After meeting Zhuan Zhihua with an indifferent expression, he directly took the Mochiyuan disciples to a place.
The two tents were not far from the coalition's central tent. They were just behind the central tent, but they seemed a bit remote and the terrain was slightly higher. The disciples of Mochiyuan walked into the tent and looked at the equipment that had been prepared in advance. They found that there were still
Not bad, I knew in my heart that the coalition forces probably gave him some face after all because of the mountain owner.
It's just that from the time he was brought here by the royal court cavalry until this moment, except for the temple chief, no one from the upper echelons of the coalition or the temple's big shots came forward. In addition, along with the indifferent looks from the people from the Central Plains countries I saw along the way,
The disciples of Mochiyuan knew that they were deliberately being excluded and forgotten, and their moods were inevitably a little low and uneven.
Tmall Girl was too young to think of so many things. She looked at the thick wool mattress in the tent and thought that she could finally have a good sleep tonight. She didn't have to squeeze in with the mountain owner in a narrow carriage, which would make her look more attractive.
Somewhat happy.
Ning Que had experienced the experience of being ostracized and deliberately forgotten in the academy last year, so he was very used to it and didn't care much. He just felt that the location of this campsite seemed a bit inappropriate.
He walked outside the tent and looked into the distance.
The big black horse carrying a heavy luggage walked in front of him and nudged him gently with its head, making an unpleasant wheezing sound like a bellows, making it look like it was extremely strenuous.
Ning Que touched the mane on its neck and scolded with a smile: "Don't always complain in front of me. How can such a small thing make you work like this? You will leave soon, don't be in a hurry to unload your luggage."
, if you are hungry, go find some grass to eat."
The big black horse stared with big eyes, looking at the looming green grass in the winter wind, thinking in agony, these grasses are less than the hair on the head of the barbarian, how can he feed himself?
The big black horse has a violent temperament, but if it is tamed, it will undoubtedly be a rare horse in the world. If others discover its true strength, they will treat it as a treasure. How can it be like Ning Que, who treats it as one of his own?
There was a dog. There was no food at home, so he kicked him out and let him go to the street to pick up the bones left by his neighbor?
However, it only obeyed Ning Que's discipline. Seeing that Ning Que really had no intention of begging for hay for it, it kicked its horse's hooves dejectedly and walked outside the camp, not knowing where it could find some food.
It was still early, but due to the short winter in the bitter cold north, the sun in the sky had a faint feeling of near dusk, slowly falling towards the ground, and the light gradually became dim.
A gust of cold wind came from behind the gentle slope. Ning Que took a cotton scarf from somewhere, stuffed it into his collar, and said to Zhui Zhihua beside him: "This is the wind outlet, it will be cold at night."
Zhu Zhihua is the oldest among the disciples of Mochiyuan, with a gentle and peaceful temperament. Hearing Ning Que's reminder, he knew that the previous temple director had brought people like him to camp here, but he still had such boring and mean intentions.
Even she felt a little angry, but didn't know how to deal with it.
Ning Que grabbed a grassland man walking by and spoke for a long time with a gentle and sincere expression.
Mo Shanshan didn't get out of the car until she heard Ning Que's unintelligible words, then she raised the curtain and got out. After the man from the grassland left, she walked up to him, frowned and said, "Senior brother, why don't you even get out of the car?"
Do you understand barbaric words?"
Because of the power of the Tang State and the continuous missionary work of the temple, the Central Plains language has become extremely popular on the grasslands, but there are still many barbarians who are accustomed to speaking their old language, which is the so-called barbarian dialect.
Ning Que said: "I speak Western Mandarin better."
Zhui Zhihua asked: "Senior Brother Zhong, what did you say to that person before?"
"I asked him if he could set up a tent on the grassland by himself."
Ning Que smiled and continued: "The barbarian said that we are the most distinguished guests of Shanyu, so as long as it is Shanyu's pasture, we can choose any place to live."
Hearing this, the disciples of Mochiyuan outside the tent all understood what he meant, and laughed one after another, thinking that it would be a good idea to choose another campsite. Since the temple treated them like this, why bother getting too close to them?
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Zhui Zhihua looked at Ning Que with a smile, thinking that since there were no mature men in his sect, he did lack some courage when faced with many problems and choices. Even the mountain master could not change this situation.
“Where should we move?”
Ning Que looked towards the grassland.
Following the edict of the temple, all the countries in the Central Plains sent people to assist Yan in the war. At least hundreds of thousands of people gathered on the two fronts of Yan's northern border fortress. But now that they are deep into the wilderness for peace talks, it is naturally impossible for the countries to bring everyone over.
, but the cavalry guarding the nobles gathered together, at least a thousand cavalry.
There are tents everywhere on the grassland under the setting sun, and flags are fluttering. There are not many tents on the grassland in the west, but they are arranged in an orderly manner. The flags that are hunting and fluttering in the cold wind also appear to be particularly energetic. As for the vaguely visible tents,
The cavalry formation is much more orderly and solemn than the Central Plains Allied Cavalry here.
The world generally believes that the most elite cavalry in the world is the Skitarii of the Xiling Temple. However, the number of cavalry in the temple is too small and is strictly controlled to less than a thousand cavalry according to the canon. Therefore, the truly powerful cavalry that dares to take over the world are the other two.
On the wasteland on the other side of Tianqi Mountain, the Wang Ting Cavalry and Tang Cavalry under the command of Jin Zhang Zhang were seen.
Ning Que pointed to the orderly tents on the west side of the pasture and the familiar military flags, and said, "We will camp over there."
The disciples of Mochiyuan recognized the camp of the Tang army over there, and were slightly startled. After a moment, they all agreed to his suggestion. The River Kingdom and the Tang Kingdom have been friends for generations, and now they all come here under the order of the temple to camp there.
I believe no one can say anything harsh.
It is a pity that the girls from the River Country who have little experience of the world still did not expect that they abandoned the camp designated by the temple and chose to live next to the Tang Camp, which still attracted the attention of many people and attracted a lot of criticism.
Looking at the dozen or so people in the carriage heading towards the Tang camp at dusk, the swordsman from the Southern Jin Dynasty looked indifferent, the monk from the Yuelun Kingdom showed ridicule in his eyes, and the director of the temple said with a gloomy expression: "If you want to hug Tang's leg, then you can
Take it."
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(I know I have no rest today, so I keep writing, but as everyone knows, writing is getting slower and slower now. I will try my best! Girls, give me a hug and encourage me!)