Before the story begins, let us review the simplest geography knowledge.
There is such a mountain range on this plateau that is not yet called the Mongolian Plateau.
It is the sacred mountain in the hearts of all the Huns, and also the sacred mountain in the minds of countless rising nomadic peoples in later generations.
Zhang Qi didn't know what this mountain range was called now, but he knew that one of its main peaks was called 'Langjuxu Mountain'!
Perhaps in the near future, a young general gifted by God to the Han Dynasty will come here with an undefeated army to create the great achievement that every military general in future generations will want to achieve [Sealing the Wolf and Juxu]!
This is the absolute center of the ancestral land in the minds of the Huns. They live on the flat land under this mountain range, grazing cattle and sheep with the help of snow water flowing down from the mountain peaks.
North of the mountains lies the world's deepest inner lake, JR Lake, which has one-fifth of the world's freshwater reserves.
The westernmost part of the mountain range is still vaguely connected to the Daxan Mountains.
Zhang Qi and the others chose to go in the west direction.
Crunch.
Snow boots made of tough branches can effectively increase the contact area under everyone's feet and prevent their legs from sinking into the snow that has accumulated to an unknown height.
Walking on snow is much more difficult than walking on flat ground. From the moment we set off until now, everyone is out of breath. Every time they take a breath of cold air, it is a major test for their noses and throats.
No one spoke, and no one could speak now. Zhang Qi was walking at the front. Even though he had been training in the world of riding and slashing for two months, walking such a distance still made his endurance close. vertex.
He wrapped himself in a breathable scarf that covered half of his face. This would make his breathing easier.
They had been traveling for more than six hours since their departure. There was no wind or snow, the sun was shining high but it was bitingly cold.
Looking at the sun, it was already close to three o'clock in the afternoon. Zhang Qi looked back and saw that everyone was marching numbly. The joy of escaping and ascending to heaven had been almost wiped out by the hardships.
If they go any further they will collapse.
Such a thought flashed through Zhang Qi's mind and he stopped.
"...Cough...uh." It took a long time for his dry throat to calm down before he managed to squeeze out a few hoarse sounds.
In this silent atmosphere, his voice was very harsh.
Everyone stopped and looked up at Zhang Qi blankly.
"...Stop and take a break."
His voice was muffled by the scarf, and as soon as he finished speaking, the people behind him lay straight down in the snow.
It was also difficult for them to keep up with Zhang Qi. Unlike Zhang Qi, who had been training in the world of riding and slashing for two months, they were still a group of slaves who had not had enough to eat two days ago.
From this point, it is not difficult to see that these people have willpower beyond ordinary people.
Seeing them lying in the snow, Zhang Qi did not stop them. They were so tired that even he lay down now.
The clothes were very good, and Zhang Qi didn't feel much cold while lying in the snow. Except for the tingling sensation in every breath that reminded him that it was winter, the rest of his body was still warm.
After lying down for a while, Zhang Qi stood up and pulled a few people up. They just rested for a while. If they lay down, the snow would be melted into water by their body temperature and then seep into their clothes. This would kill people.
Unrolling a bundle of rolled animal skins, Zhang Qi spread it flat on the ground for several people to sit down and rest.
"Hui, everything is here. Get some food for everyone and take a rest first.
I'll leave for a moment and come back in half a quarter of an hour. "
Hui took out a water bag from under his armpit, took a sip and nodded. He really didn't have the strength to speak. His body was naturally weaker than other people's. If it weren't for the help of a few people on the road, he would have been unable to hold on. .
Zhang Qi said and disappeared from everyone's sight. It took half an hour and about seven minutes, but in the world of riding and slashing, these seven minutes are almost equivalent to two and a half hours, which is enough for Zhang Qi to return to his best condition.
When Zhang Qi came out again, he was already feeling refreshed, and Bo and others ate half of the naan cake with the water in the water bag.
Seeing Zhang Qi coming out, they subconsciously wanted to get up. Zhang Qi reached out and held them down: "Let's rest first, Ying. If you can still move, if you can, come with me to find a suitable place to spend the night."
Among the group of people, Ying had the best physique. After a short rest, he would eat something to replenish his strength. Ying swallowed the last bite of pancake in his mouth without saying anything and stood up.
"No, pfft, no problem!"
His mouth was a little full, so Ying muttered as he spoke, then picked up the water bottle and drank a few sips, and then he recovered as before.
"Let's go Kai."
With the back arched and the sword crossed, the eagle's movements are completed in one go.
Zhang Qi looked at him and smiled with satisfaction, then stepped forward.
There is a flat plain under the mountains. Except for the extended foothills that block the view, Zhang Qi and the others can see far away.
After walking for about ten minutes, Zhang Qi stretched out his hand and lowered Yinglian and himself into the snowdrift.
Turning around the foot of an extended mountain, Zhang Qi clearly saw smoke rising from the vast snowfield.
The smoke rose straight up and drifted into the distance. Farther away, Zhang Qi could vaguely see a few men on horseback carrying something on their backs.
"Two yurts, how many people do you think there will be?"
Zhang Qi asked Xiang Ying in a low voice, and Ying carefully stuck his head out and looked over there.
"They should come here to pick up people. Every year when there is heavy snowfall, some small tribes will throw out the elderly and children if they don't have enough food. This tribe should have rich food, so they send people to pick up people to replenish the population."
"If there are two yurts, the number of people can not exceed twenty at most, and children will occupy more than half of them!"
Ying is very experienced. He often goes out with the Hun nobles in the clan, and he has also done things like picking people up.
"How? Qi."
Ying turned to look at Zhang Qi.
Zhang Qi looked at the yurts with deep eyes. The men on horseback also tied their horses and returned to the yurts.
Patting Ying's back, Zhang Qi pulled him to move behind.
"Remember this place, we...come at night!"
Zhang Qi said softly, the coldness in his words was shocking.
Eagle hummed, and touched the bow on his back with some excitement.
"Let's go back first and recharge our batteries!"
The two moved back far enough, stood up and returned to their previous place.
The Bo brothers were still resting on the animal skins, so Zhang Qi picked them up and led them up the mountain range.
"There are people around here. Let's go to a higher place, build a snow wall and come out to rest."
Without asking any questions, they picked up their things and followed Zhang Qi up.
After building a wall of snow to block his view, Zhang Qi spread the animal skins again.
A few people sat down and continued to rest, while Zhang Qi was thinking about the yurts he just saw.
They blocked the road that Zhang Qi and the others were approaching. If they took a detour, the vast grassland would make it easy for people to lose their way. Not to mention that the land was now covered with snow, making it impossible to even distinguish the landforms.
So Zhang Qi planned to get rid of them. First, they had horses, which could speed up the movement of Zhang Qi and others. Second, they also had yurts, which allowed Zhang Qi and others to set up camp anytime and anywhere.
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