After the last half-dead sheep was dropped, the tractor driver threw a black package to the sentry.

"What is this!" The sentry was a little confused, not knowing what was inside the waterproof canvas package in his hand.

"Letter!" the tractor driver said, then got on the tractor and drove away with a "sud", "sud" and "sud".

"Letter? It was sent to the wrong person." The sentry was a little confused.

Letters from home are generally reserved for other people, and no one in Mongolia has ever received a letter from home.

The vast majority of Mongolians do not even recognize Mongolian characters, let alone Chinese characters.

Besides, the Mongolian grasslands are vast and sparsely populated. To send a letter to the post office, you have to walk for several days on horseback.

Who has the spare time to ride a horse for several days just to deliver a letter?

"It's correct, it's your letter." The voice of the voice became farther and farther away with the "thud" and "thud" sounds.

He took the bag in his hand and sent it into the underground bunker below, and handed it to Bayan, whose eyes were red.

"What is this?" Bayan was stunned for a moment.

"Say it's a letter!"

"letter?

It must have been sent to the wrong person!" Bayan had the same reaction as the sentry.

"They said they sent it correctly!"

Bayan took out his dagger and cut open the waterproof canvas.

Inside was an empty ammunition box. When I opened the box, I saw a letter!

It's said to be a letter, but it's actually more of a package.

There were cloth bags, some of which contained Gala Khan, and some of which contained a bunch of hair tied with a headband.
Chapter completed!