MTL - Finest Servant-Chapter 593 Turk Khan

The blue sky was as clear and clear as washing water, and white clouds seemed to float in the sky. The golden sunlight shot through thousands of miles of clouds and sky, shining on the green grassland. The dew that has not yet dissipated hovering on the blades of grass, reflecting a little dazzling glory.

The grass, the white clouds, the blue sky, and the Alxa steppe are like a pure woman, opening her beautiful mind to everyone.

There are thousands of horses on the grassland, people's voices are boiling, and the white felt room is like blooming flowers, showing one by one. Countless flags are flying in the breeze of late spring. Thousands of Turkic horses gallop on the grassland, their mane fluttering in the wind, black, yellow, and white, just like rolling hills on the grassland. Horsemen on horses, wearing brand-new robes, rushed to the side of horses as they wanted, and various high-impact actions emerged endlessly, attracting warm applause from the onlookers around.

Of course, the most popular are the warriors with black masks on their heads. These are the elites participating in the sheep conference. They are the most burly, have the strongest physique, and the fastest horse. Even if they can't see their faces clearly, they can feel the strong confidence and eagerness to show their skills everywhere.

The Turks cheered, giving their most warm praise and applause to these mysterious warriors without reservation.

Turkic beautiful girls from all ethnic groups sent to participate in the selection of relatives, dressed in the most beautiful holiday attire, led by the elders of the ethnic group, and gradually met the center of the steppe. There are huge rough logs. Set up a huge long shed. It is about two feet tall and stretches for several miles.

Front of the shed. Dozens of platforms were erected. Each high platform hangs a long rope from the top, and a huge subway hook is hanging below. These are all used for hanging sheep. Wait for the rope to cut. The sheep fell to the ground. The Sheep Conference will officially begin.

More and more Turkic girls are choosing relatives. They gathered in the middle of the steppe and separated from their tribes. Transfer to the high ground white horses uniformly, and enjoy galloping.

Beauty and white horse combination. Immediately became the biggest highlight on the grassland. Warriors of all races, whether they are participating in the sheep or not. All eyes are gathered here.

As if a beautiful white cloud, slowly moving in the grassland. The girls sang crisply. Waving in the clear sky. Whistled and cheered countlessly.

There has long been a lonely Turkic warrior. Riding forward on the steed. Not yet close. Water was splashed onto the body with a splash of water. This is the Hu people's warning to crossovers.

Looking at the warriors who were soaked and stagnant. The screams and whistles rang all around, and the girls laughed incessantly.

The biggest benefit of participating in this lamb conference is. As long as you cover it. No one knows who you are. Take this approach. Turks are meant to demonstrate the spirit of fair competition. No matter the tribe is powerful. Still weak. It doesn't matter whether you are a wealthy king or an ordinary herder. As long as you have the ability. You can make the most of it, and more. Don't worry about getting revenge afterwards. In this case, the sheep conference was more exciting and exciting. Also more able to select real warriors.

And the differences between the tribes. Use the flag as a sign. Such as the Lark Banner, Eagle Banner, Tiger Banner, etc. that day, they actually symbolize different tribes. There are hundreds of small and large tribes on the grassland. There are all kinds of strange flags, as if holding an international exhibition.

In the corner of the grassland. Dozens of figures gathered in small numbers. They wore black masks on their heads, leaving only two eyes exposed. Symbolizing that these are the warriors who participated in the sheep competition. They are on the banner. The bamboo is a fierce-looking beast with open teeth and claws.

"Lao Hu. What kind of thing is this banner you chose for us? Why didn't I recognize it for a long time?" One of the brawny men wearing a mask glanced around, seeing no one When I noticed it, I asked quietly.

Among all the tribes who came to participate. This one is probably the smallest, with only a few people. And they chose the most remote location, a few miles from the center of the grassland, and at a glance, they knew that they were small tribes without strength.

The next Lao Hu explained: "This thing, the Turks are called earth rhinos. It is a fierce beast that grows in the southern half of the steppe and borders the desert. It specializes in eating wild horses and camels, and even lions and leopards are a little afraid of them. Say, this thing is very similar to our Dahuadi Fire Kirin, and the place we are playing now is a small tribe among the nine surnames Tiele. It is called the Yue Family. The location of this Yue Family is exactly the same as The earth rhino is similar, so we chose it as our banner. "

That being said. Lao Gao understood. He looked back behind him. I saw the horse in the middle of the team, one person contemplates. Quiet and unusual.

Now on the grassland, there are people everywhere, and no one will notice such a weak tribe. For this situation, Lin Wanrong is quite satisfied. Although there are many tribes on the grassland and the scenes are very complicated, the tens of thousands of cavalry and the husbands guarding the city outside the city have almost no movement. This is a headache. If they do n’t move, how can this fight be fought?

In meditation, the high platform of the grassland center gradually became lively, but none of the people who wanted to see the sight saw Tuszo, the right king, let alone Turkic Khan.

Lin Wanrong pointed to the high platform and frowned, "Brother Hu, are there such a few aristocrats and princes of Turk? It's not enough for Gao to go down with a knife."

Hu Bugui shook his head with a smile: "Where, this has not yet begun. The annual sheep festival is the most lively event in Turkmenistan. Not only are the nobles and nobles fixedly on the scene, but even Turkic sweats often come. See this year's battle Even if Turkic sweats don't come, Tuszozzo will definitely be there. "

As he was talking, there were rumbling hoofs in the distance. Thousands of horses came to ride on the grass.

"Here is the right king!" The nearby Huren cheered excitedly, the warriors urged the horse to meet, and the Turkic girl couldn't help looking at the distance, with worship in his eyes.

Tussouzo headed, followed by twenty or thirty well-dressed Hu people. Look at the costume and the momentum. It should be the Minister of the King of Kizil. Further back. This is the Jingdi Turkic Cavalry. Look at that battle. There are as many as 2,000 people. I want to come to protect the right king and the ministers.

Tussozou was wearing a machete and wearing a jersey, smiling and waving at everyone, and there was a loud cheer on the grassland. The crowd rushed forward. The leaders of the various tribes saluted to the right king and the ministers, and presented a big wine. Tusozou walked along with the princes, and drinking was like drinking water. Even more cheers.

"Brother Hu. Look at today ’s sheep competition. Will Tusozo participate ?!" Lin Wanrong watched for a long time. Suddenly asked Hu not return.

Judging from the current situation. The absence of Turkic Khan only shows that the charm of the Sheep Conference is not enough. The absence of heavyweights. And this heavyweight. Of course, the right king of Turkic.

Rotusozo is only observing from the side as a visitor. Turkic cavalry outside the city would not have the opportunity to move. Only the right king came off in person. Turkic talents will strengthen the on-site defense of the sheep. In their defensive changes, Dahua cavalry can find opportunities.

Lao Hu hesitated for a while: "This. I can't say for sure. Look at his appearance. Rong is in his body. It seems that he is not ready to end. However, this is not necessarily. The key depends on these women who choose relatives. Will they There are people in his heart. "

Lin Wanrong made a noise. His face was as calm as water, without speaking.

Who is Tusszo's favorite character? Everyone knows it. In fact. From the moment Yuga suddenly disappeared, this was the question in everyone's mind. But General Lin said nothing about it. No one dared to ask.

Tusozou and the Turkic Princes, riding slowly, surrounded by the crowd. All the way to the long shed. Seeing the arrival of this young and handsome right king. Stand in front of yourself. The Turkic girls screamed in excitement.

Thuzozo boarded the shed. Eyes are like electricity. With their eyes constantly patrolling through the crowd, the girls became crazy. Shouting his name, he squeezed towards the shed. No target found. Tusazzo looked disappointed. He slightly raised his hand to the crowd, a confident smile on his face.

A Turkic priest. Slowly stand on the high platform. Holding a piece of silk urn in his hand, read it aloud. Lin Wanrong knew almost nothing about Turkic. Fortunately, the level of Lao Hu is sufficient. He listened to his translation.

Turkic priesthood is in the royal court. It is like the Shang Book of the Ministry of Rites. For major activities, such as sacrifices and expeditions. Turkic people have a ritual of sacrifice to heaven, which is no different from Dahua.

The elder priest was thinking about something, probably praying to heaven. All Hu people looked solemn and listened to his instructions. On the platform in front of the shed. It has long been filled with fat sheep soaked in water. There is a little shine in the sun.

"Roar--" Lin Wanrong listened drowsy, and the Hu people woke him with cheers. Looking up, it turned out that the priest had already read out, the tribes gradually dispersed, and the sheep conference was about to begin.

Tussozoa slowly ascended one of the high platforms and was waving to the tribe. It seemed that he had cut the first rope.

So significant. If placed in Dahua. The emperor will definitely be present in person. That Turkic Khan is unique. It was puzzling that I didn't get there.

"Brother Lin. Are we going to participate in this one ?!" Seeing that the lamb conference was about to begin, the high chief rubbed his hands and excited. To enter Kizil, you must win at least three games at the Lamb Conference, as everyone knows.

Lin Wanrong shook his head: "Wait for a while, and then talk about the situation."

The Hu people ’s sheep competition started with three tribes at the initial stage, and those who arrived at the destination first won. Each tribe can participate at any time. But as long as you lose once, you are no longer eligible to continue to participate.

The Sheep Conference is about to begin. The three tribal warriors stand in a triangle and are exactly the same distance from the center of the grassland. The Turkic girls who chose to be pro-eyes did not blink, fearing that they would miss the opportunity to choose the best warrior.

"Woo--" A short horn sounded, and Tussso waved the silver knife in his hand, and the soaked sheep fell heavily on the grass.

Shouting and shouting broke out in the crowd, the masked warriors of the three tribes madly urged His Majesty, and rushed towards the sheep, and a cloud of smoke suddenly rose on the grassland.

It was only a few hundred feet away, and in a blink of an eye, the Turkic who rushed to the forefront rushed down immediately after running, and lifted the **** sheep body with both hands, slamming into the sky. His native people have not had time to cheer. Then he heard a muffled sound. The warrior in the sheep's field was stabbed heavily. Rolled over and rolled down. Blood splattered.

"Roar--" Seeing blood. The Turks on the grassland became instantly crazy. They roared, leaped and jumped, their eyes flashing with excitement. Waving his arm as hard as he could, he cried strangely.

The **** sheep had already fallen into the hands of another tribe. They left five or six men desperately wielding their machete. Stop the enemy from catching up. More than ten people rushed. Go to the destination.

The backwards instantly killed their eyes. More than twenty ride crazy up. In a blink of an eye, they cut off their opponents and came to them without hesitation. Strive hard to chase.

Blood ran down the grass. No one takes care of this. Screaming girl, cheering man. The atmosphere at the scene almost turned the sky over.

In this endless madness. Warriors of the three tribes are entangled. The horses have been unable to move forward. What pull, block, or shift, the strategy you set in advance is completely useless. Only step on the opponent's body. They can move on.

The **** sheep had no idea how easy it was to change hands. The warriors burst into strength. Blood-red eyes hacked at each other, fluttering constantly. Constantly turning over. Screaming loudly. The Turkic people in the battlefield frantically shouted for cheering and hissed. They are all compatriots who fall to the ground. The Hutong girl danced excitedly.

+ Force is everything.

The blunt knife is also a knife. Broken legs and waist, those Turkic people who fell. I'm afraid I won't be able to climb on horseback all my life. At this moment, even if the opponent is replaced by their own relatives. These warriors will do the same. This is how the **** nature of Hu Ren comes out. Lin Wanrong shook her head and said nothing. The high chief secretly pouted.

Tussozzo faced this cruelly lamb-sheep contest. It is already commonplace. He was calm. They even smile occasionally to encourage the warriors.

This scene is over. Among forty warriors. Still riding. There are only three left. They will grab the sheep and hold it high. Excited across the finish. Hu people swarmed towards them. A Turkic girl. Rush forward bravely. Basket yourself in a hand-woven basket. Hanging on the neck of one of the warriors. Turned shyly and left.

The crowd cheered, which means that a young girl has found the person she loves, although she has not even seen his appearance-the Turkic worship of force is evident.

The warriors in hoods happily left. According to the rules, their tribe is eligible to play another match. If they can win three games in a row, they can enter the city to worship Khan, which is a great glory for the entire tribe.

Watch it down. I already know something about this lamb conference. Lin Wanrong nodded: "While Tuzoso has not yet participated, Brother Hu, next time, let's go!"

No matter how the defense of the Huren and the city changes, someone must be mixed into the Turkic king's court to respond. Winning three games in the Lamb Sheep contest is undoubtedly the best way. But if you run into Tsuzo, the battle will be difficult. So he chose to do it first.

"Yes. Come on. Come on!" Lao Gaomei smiled openly: "As long as we cover our face, we cut the Hu Ren. Hu Ren still cheers for us, this opportunity is rare for a thousand years. Don't hesitate to see me."

Everyone laughed. Although the Dahuas and the Turks are different in appearance, as long as their faces are covered, no one can tell who the other is. And the Hu people are in the Ming, they are in the dark, this battle is a big deal.

Hu Bugui swaggered to pick up a sign. The Hurd made the sign is extremely simple, just draw an animal figure on the sheepskin. The high chief glanced: "Hey, this seems to be a wild duck. I've seen it by Lake Usubnol."

Hu Bugui smiled and nodded: "Brother Gao has a good memory. You are right, we were assigned to the duck group."

"puff". Taking the water pouch and gurgling directly into the ground, Lin Wanrong, spit out water, almost shocked. What chicken group duck group, Turkic land number, how so unlearned.

It is understandable that Lao Hu does not have one, two, three or four sons in the Turkic language. It is easy to remember with animal figures, which is also consistent with their personality.

The more than 20 brothers who participated in the Lao sheep were carefully selected by Lao Hu. They must not only work hard, but also speak a few Turkic languages. So, strictly speaking, in this team, Lin Wanrong is the worst Turkic. Even Lao Gao is better than him.

The ducks are in three teams. In addition to a leopard flag, they even saw a lark figure. That day and a joke. I never thought it would work. The old gallant laughed.

After checking that the knife has not opened. No one cares about them. And the starting point of that sheep. About two hundred feet away from the center of the grassland, there is a map on the long shed. Looking around. Obviously absent-minded, of course, he would not even notice this from the small Diyue tribe on the edge of the desert.

"Woo--" The trumpet sounded, and Lin Wanrong rushed out with a dash. This time the state is excellent. As if floating with the clouds. Even Lao Hu couldn't keep up with him. There was a burst of cheer in the crowd. Praise for his riding. But Turkic people never dreamed. Under this dark ground cover is a yellow ground face.

The sound of wind blowing in my ears. Along with watching the battlefield, the Huren howled wildly, and his opponent could see the blue eyes of his opponent. Kizil was close at hand, but Lin Wanrong was as calm as water. Except the sound of horseshoe. Seems to hear nothing.

The lightness of the lark tribe is well-deserved. That rushed to the front. It was the equestrian Tongxuan Huren that day. He ran like flying, with his body slightly to one side. He put the wet sheep in his hands. A lark bird. Suddenly cheering loudly.

The Leopard Hu people are not a dry place. Waiting for the lark tribe to react. Behind them they dashed out five horses. He surrounded the sheep-robbing man. The scimitar waved in his hand and rushed straight up.

The lark was clearly prepared. He shouted. Hold the sheep with both hands. Struggling to throw it forward.

"Yuyu (OK)-" Several exclamations yelled at the same time. Running forward, the lark birds were struggling to catch the sheep, rushing like a horse, and ran out towards the end.

The five Leopard Banner siegemen who were under siege had not yet figured out the situation, and the highly skilled Turkic man turned suddenly. A heavy scimitar lifted the two men immediately.

How could Lao Gao let go of this golden opportunity. He followed the trend. The horse's hoof slammed on the stomachs of the two hooves. Just two swords down. The Hu Ren no more sound.

"Yuyu (good)-" I saw such a superb swordmanship. The Turks gazed frantically, cheering loudly. Looking at the High Chief, his eyes were full of worship and admiration. Lao Gao Da Le: "Yu You. You also Hu You. Haha!"

Hu Bugui was cut with two swords. The remaining three Hu people fell down crooked. The lark turned in shock and ran. This ridiculous ride is really superb. Old Hu Yan is behind him. Can't even catch up.

Sheep in the hands of lark. The Hu of the two ethnic groups have long been in a fight. The horses are staggered, and they will show no mercy, even harder than going to the battlefield. It seems that the Dahua Cavaliers cannot catch up with them, but they deliberately picked up the ready-made land.瞅 Jun Jun Luodi, chopped with a knife, very happy.

"Come on!" Seeing the other side consumes almost the same. Lin Wanrong gave a low drink, and the brothers slammed behind him, wielding a knife. They have been growing for a long time. Days like wolves and sheep, in Hu

Huzhong cut Hu Ren, this feeling is indescribably exciting!

Lao Gao took the lead. Although it is a blunt knife, killing is full of joy. Seeing that there were no more Turks. Hu Bugui winked. A few Dahua soldiers screamed. Fell down. The onlookers were full of blood and applauded. Screaming one after another.

The pressure of the lark, which was still struggling to support it, was relieved, and it immediately rejoiced, and thundered, throwing the sheep out.

The equestrian in front of it was magically waiting for the Hu Ren, and grabbed the sheep with his hands. About to run away. Suddenly the wind blew across. He frowned. He leaned tightly on the horse's back and pedaled on both sides. Jump out.

Cunningly kid! Lin Wanrong snorted angrily, and had already taken his place first, and his horse was stuck in his course. At the same time, he slashed his sword across the waist.

The Hu man grabbed the sheep body and had no power to fight back. In a hurry, riding on the horse played a good role. He hugged the horse's belly, hula was spinning, and waited for the blade to come, he got into the horse again. .

Taking a few steps in this way, the Hu Ren went up and down like a monkey, and Lin Wanrong spent all his eyes. Doing nothing, endlessly, he hesitated, raised his sword, and slashed on the horse's back.

The Turkic Malaysia fell down softly, and the lark lost its attachment, fleeing the road in horror, but was rushed to the ground without a knife.

"Roar--" Lao Gao raised the sheep's body and crossed the end in excitement. Around the Hu people rushed up and cheered.

Lin Wanrong deliberately fell to the end and looked up into the distance. The Turks' princes excitedly whispered to each other, but they could no longer see the figure of Sozo.

"General, what's the matter ?!" Hu Bugui and him were closest to the ground. Seeing him looking around, he hurriedly gathered up and asked.

Lin Wanrong shook his head and said solemnly, "Tusoso is gone!"

Hu Bugui was startled, glanced hastily, and sure enough, the long shed was empty, and the right king of Turkia disappeared.

"Will it go to the thatched house?" Lao Hu whispered.

Can I answer your question? !! Lin Wanrong rolled his eyes helplessly, old Hu Haha smiled, and shook his head embarrassed.

"Grandma, why didn't anyone come to send me flowers? The Turkic woman was blinded !!!" Lao Gao walked indignantly, wielding the machete vigorously.

Yeah, why is no one offering flowers? The phrase "Lao Gao" woke up Lin Wanrong a little. With Gao Gai's performance today, it fell into the eyes of those Turkic girls who knew nothing but kung fu. He glanced back quickly, glancing at the problem.

The Turkic girls, who had been appreciatively appreciating the Sheep Conference, were all looking southward with their eyes wide open, looking for something. I didn't even look at the winning Lao Gao here.

All eyes turned to the south, and then they were still in full swing in the Alxa steppe, and they became quieter than the lake instantly.

Tuzoso is gone, the girl does n’t shout, and the prairie becomes so quiet. What happened? Lao Gao looked at each other, wondering in their hearts, I do not know who to answer.

In the distance, a small black spot appeared on the grassland, ticking, ticking, and crisp hoof sounds, hitting everyone's atrium. The figure gradually came into view, and it was actually a green pony, shaking his head and shaking his brain, and he was extraordinary.

Immediately sitting was a young woman, whose hair sprayed like a rushing black waterfall, and her skin was as bright as Tianchi Meiyu. Her face was covered with a transparent light veil, and her beautiful pupils looked slightly like eyes. Qiubo, in the dark water, still faintly carries a touch of almost invisible faint blue, secluded and clear, like the deep grassland of Namco Lake, crystal clear. The breeze blew the veil from the beginning, her lips turned slightly ruddy, and a beautiful arc was smiling, as if the crescent moon was rising.

I see you for the first time! Lin Wanrong suddenly sighed with the word that came out of her heart.

"It's Yujia !!!" Hu Bugui and Lao Gao were so surprised that they couldn't agree. The Turkic girls screamed, mounted on white horses, and rushed towards the place where Yuga stood frantically.

"Woo--"

"Woo--"

"Woo--"

Three long horns rang loudly in the grassland ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ The ground gradually trembled, the thunder of thunder came violently, and under the city of Kizil, the smoke billowed, as if thousands of horses came over. Countless golden wolf flags are displayed in the wind.

The high chief raised his eyebrows and was startled: "The Turks' cavalry and Kizil's guards, they all came here, what's going on ?!"

The dust gradually dissipated, tens of thousands of Turks were sharp, lined up, and slowly came over. In the far city of Kizil, the guards of the city kept coming out, behind them. These are the most elite cavalry of the Turks, with a well-organized army and a sturdy look.

Between the two armies, sixteen red sweaty BMWs pulled a huge carriage and slowly moved forward. A tall yellow tent was erected on the carriage, with a golden wolf head embroidered around it. The wind blew the gauze, and the carriage was silent, and I did not know who was in it.

The Turkish cavalry slowly surrounded Yuga and the girls, and they slowly turned around. The formation was like a large circle spreading slowly, pushing everyone around, excluding everyone. The golden veil shook slightly in the breeze, the figure of Crescent Moon gradually blurred, and finally disappeared into the crowd. Slowly, even the Turkic girls were invisible.

"Turkic Khan is here!" Said the voice, excited.