The north wind blows the ground and the white grass breaks, and snow falls in August. The Tang Dynasty in the Central Plains is still the festival of August, but the Turkic land is already a bit cold and stern.

The vast grassland is vast and boundless. The snow water of the towering Altai Mountain turns into a surging river, roaring all the way eastward through the grassland. The river flows through the years, not only nourishing plants, trees and livestock, but also fostering another civilization.

Grassland wolf clan, Turkic!

The cold wind suddenly rose, and the grassland seemed to be covered with white frost overnight. Countless herders rode on horses and drove away large areas of cattle and sheep and migrated along the river in a warm direction.

A team of cavalry roared by, and the horsemen made wolf howls from time to time. The agile posture of tigers gazes raised their eagles, which made many shepherds' eyes shine, and then a melodious song of love sounded.

The sun sets quickly in the northern grassland. Before the singing of the shepherd's song was finished, the sky was completely dark. The team of cavalry was all young. They were moved by the singing of the shepherd's song. Several knights wanted to ride horses to a group of girls to talk, but were stopped by the whip of the burly man in the lead.

The man had a dark face and had the unique appearance of the Turks. His cheeks were covered with blood-red totems, his giant eyes were bright and energetic, and his whole body exuded a majestic aura.

He waved his shiny horse whip and shouted at the young knights who were caught by the shepherd's heart: "It's dark, and you still dare to make trouble. If you miss the trip and cannot catch up with the tribal alliance, be careful that the elder will punish you after you go back."

Several knights were frightened by his eyes and quickly turned their horses to return to the team. Only one young man said dissatisfiedly: "Huborchi, this place is only more than forty miles away from the Great Sweat Tooth Tent. At the speed of our fast horses, why should we hurry up and hurry up?"

The young man is also tall. He has a big hardwood bow on his back, his arms are frizzy and his legs are thick and powerful. He is obviously a master who is good at riding and shooting.

The leader, who he called Huborchi, looked cold and slowly rode his horse to the young man and said lightly: "Are you questioning me?" Although his tone was plain, his whole body gradually exuded a murderous aura. The young man's eyes flashed gently, and he took the reins and took the horse back a few steps.

Although he showed a tolerant attitude, Huborchi refused to let him go. Instead, he rode his horse again, suddenly waved his hand and whipped him up, and said coldly: "Ada, remember it for me. Before you don't have enough confidence to challenge me, you'd better keep the awe in your heart! Otherwise, I'll tear you apart and feed the wolf."

The young man Ada's face turned red. His eyes as he stared at Huborchi almost spit out a fire. The whip whip just now hurts a lot, but what hurts even more is his self-esteem.

How proud the descendants of the Tianlang God are. He can die in blood, but not in vain. Just as he shouted and prepared to challenge, Huborchi suddenly turned his horse's head and ordered: "Run the horse at full speed and rush to the Khan Court. We must get there before the bonfire is ignited, so that all the tribes of the grassland can see the heroic posture of my wild wolf clan!"

"Wow!" The knights howled, everyone's legs slammed the horse's belly, and the horse whip in their hands sniffed. In an instant, the people and horses merged, and rushed up like lightning.

The young man Ada was immediately left far behind. His fists were clenched with a gray complexion. His arms, his twisted tendons, his chest was undulating, and he was obviously extremely angry.

"Huborchi, you have insulted me so much. Sooner or later, I will let you..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps not far away. He turned his head and looked, but saw a girl of seventeen or eighteen walking towards him through the flock of sheep.

The shepherd's eyes were wild and eager. She waved the whip in her hand and boldly seduced: "Brother, will you stay here tonight? The cow dung has been burned in my tent, which is warm and comfortable!"

Ada swallowed and spitted, his eyes fell on the shepherd's raised chest, and he felt a sense of heat all over his body.

"Brother! Come and chase me!" Seeing his appearance, the shepherd girl deliberately pushed her tall chest hard again, then turned her feet and started running wildly. While running, she sang a loud love song from her mouth.

According to the grassland customs, Ada should ride a horse and chase after him if he wants, use his most beautiful riding skills to pick up the girl, and then the two of them ride together to a place where no one is. The girl at that time will be very obedient and let Ada knock her to the soft grass.

This is a combination of grassland heritage. Ada was very moved and couldn't help but leaping over the horse and chasing it several times.

The shepherd girl was still running, and the singing in her mouth became more and more attractive. Unfortunately, Ada was not retained by the singing in the end. He suddenly turned around and galloped northward, and soon disappeared into the night.

"Brother!" The girl stopped and shouted anxiously, but she could not recall the person who was selected.

She was a little depressed and waved the grass leaves hard, and two lines of tears flowed down unconsciously.

"Brother, why don't you chase me and throw me into the grass? Isn't Youyou beautiful?" She walked back to the flock of sheep dejectedly, feeling very sad.

"Yuyou, are you choosing people again? Unfortunately, the warrior has no vision and refuses to stay and chase you!" An older woman came over, and she reached out to hug the shepherd girl in her arms, and whispered: "Our Youyou is the most beautiful flower on the grassland. One day, he will be knocked down by the great hero. That knight is a fool, let's not be angry."

"No, A Yao, I can't wait any longer! The cold wind blows very early this year, and winter will definitely be very difficult. If Youyou can't find a soldier to marry and spend the winter without the property he sent, my parents and brother will freeze to death and starve to death."

The older woman sighed, and she looked at the herds of cattle and sheep, saying sadly: "Oh, poor Youyou, you are so beautiful, but you have to exchange your body for wealth, Tianlang God..."

Youyou lowered his head sadly and said softly: "What's the solution? We are just poor shepherds. We don't have our own cattle, sheep and property, and can only rely on warriors and nobles!"

The older woman wiped the corners of her eyes and suddenly looked into the distance, saying, "This year, the cold wind did come too early, and many people may be killed or injured in winter. Alas, I hope that the Khan will plunder enough property this time."

"Pilling?" Youyou was a little dazed and suddenly said softly: "Even if the Khan plunders the property, he will not give alms to us poor people."

"Silly Youyou!" the older woman touched her little head and said, "Even if we can't get it, the sweat will become rich. One day he will give us a gift."

Youyou looked at the sky, and a hint of confusion appeared on his face, and he murmured: "He won't! Youyou's two brothers are so majestic. They both died in war with the Khan, but in the end they only gave her father two sheepskins as compensation."

The older woman was slightly stunned and suddenly remained silent.

"I don't like war!" Youyou bit her lip gently, and tears flashed in her eyes again.
Chapter completed!