Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 203

The thirty men thought they were hallucinating. Was this all? These herds of cattle, sheep and horses were the reason they came here? "What's the purpose? Second Young Master, you don't want us to take all these animals away, do you?"

"Yes, although there are no barbarians, who knows if there will be ambushes lying around, waiting for us to take away the cattle and sheep."

Although their worries were right, Gu Fengyue could not tell anyone about Song Chunlin, so he could only walk towards the two tied cows and sheep in silence. Looking at the cows and sheep that were obviously different from others, Gu Fengyue realized that this was the leader of the herd that Song Chunlin mentioned.

Perhaps they smelled the scent of the spiritual spring water on Gu Fengyue's body, so they rubbed against Gu Fengyue. Gu Fengyue poked their heads impatiently, pushed the two heads away a little, then took out the bottle of spiritual spring water and poured some for him to drink.

"Okay, just have a taste. I don't have much left." Seeing that they still wanted more after drinking, Gu Fengyue stopped them and then fed a sip of the spiritual spring water to the horses that had been pacing back and forth beside them.

After drinking the spiritual spring water and confirming its taste, these animals followed Gu Fengyue directly. The thirty men were very puzzled and amazed.

Gu Fengyue jumped on his horse and walked in front while the cattle and sheep followed behind. The cattle and sheep all followed their leader. When Gu Fengyue moved, the entire huge team followed suit.

Gu Fengyue urged the Gu family soldiers: "Hurry up, we have to drive these cattle and sheep back as soon as possible."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone immediately took action. They dispersed and escorted the cattle and sheep all the way to Dajing. It was not until they were out of the grassland that the men relaxed and began to discuss how to distribute so many cattle and sheep.

"The barracks can get dozens of them, right?"

"That's right. These animals were discovered by our Second Young Master, so we should be able to get a few more."

"Exactly."

While they were discussing heatedly, Song Chunlin's side seemed thrilling. At first, he was walking back along the same route, but as luck would have it, he ran into a group of barbarians again. Moreover, these barbarians were not here to graze. They were fully armed and looked more like they were out to cause trouble.

Song Chunlin thought about the general that Gu Fengyue had released before. Could it be that he was sent by the Tatars to seek revenge?

When Song Chunlin thought that these people might run back to Dajing and continue to harass the people of Dajing, his eyes became stern.

"Since we've met, let's keep our lives!"

As Song Chunlin spoke, he lowered his body and released the mutated vines in his hand early, lurking on the road they had to pass. These people were riding their horses very fast and never thought that they would fall on this vast grassland.

When the first horse lost control and fell, the ones following behind hurriedly pulled the reins, trying to stop the horses. However, it was not a person who pulled the trip rope, but a plant. The mutated vines swept all the way, and those that stopped in time felt dizzy and fell directly on the road before they could even stand firmly.

"Damn Han people!" The leader could actually speak Chinese. He had just led the way and was the one who fell the worst, with blood all over his head and face.

However, the pain did not make him retreat, but instead aroused his anger and fighting spirit. But when they looked for the tripwire on the ground, they found nothing on the ground, let alone a rope, not even a thread was seen.

"What the hell, why is there nothing on the ground?" Everyone was puzzled. They dragged their injured bodies around and searched carefully, but still found nothing.

Song Chunlin was hiding in the distance, surrounded by dense grass, and he was far enough away that they didn't notice him at all.

They dug the ground three feet deep but still couldn't find a rope, let alone a living person. Now they were even more confused.

No, among the men on the grassland, which man would fall off a horse on flat ground?

One person falls on the ground, two or three people fall on the ground, do a group of people all fall on the ground?

But there was indeed nothing on the ground. Who could I go to for justice?

A group of grown men were almost crawling on the ground with their butts sticking up to look for it. Song Chunlin found their look particularly funny, so he added fuel to the fire. When they got on their horses again and took a few steps, the mutant vines gave them another hard blow.

After falling off their horses again, the group of men were furious. This time, their search area was larger, and Song Chunlin no longer hid, but stood out openly.

He was dressed in Han Chinese clothes, which made him particularly conspicuous on the grassland, and those people spotted him at the first opportunity.

The leader didn't dare to ride his horse anymore. He walked forward a few steps, looking sinisterly at the Han child who suddenly appeared.

"Han people? How could a Han child appear here?"

Song Chunlin smiled slightly: "That's why I have to ask you, why do you want to go to Dajing? From the look of you, it doesn't look like you are going to visit relatives."

When they heard Song Chunlin's words, these people burst into laughter. They were all mocking Song Chunlin's naivety, thinking that he was just a stupid Han child.

One of the barbarians looked Song Chunlin up and down, and suddenly a malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He came close to the leader and said something in Tatar. After listening, the leader raised his eyebrows and began to look at Song Chunlin.

Song Chunlin didn't understand what they were saying, but judging from the expressions on their faces, they were probably not saying anything good. What's more, their naked eyes were as disgusting as a slippery snake. Song Chunlin frowned and took out a pistol from his palm.

"I wanted to tease you guys a little longer, but now, I just want you to—die!"

The leader laughed loudly, and those who understood Chinese also laughed loudly. In their eyes, the Han people were as weak as ants, especially children like Song Chunlin, who were even more ants among ants. They all thought that killing Song Chunlin was as easy as drinking water, but they forgot that the sudden appearance of a child from an enemy country on the prairie was itself more or less a bit weird.

Just as these people were laughing so hard that they were rolling on the ground, Song Chunlin aimed a shot at the leader and the bullet hit him right between the eyebrows. The man who had been laughing at Song Chunlin crazily just now fell to the ground the next moment, deader than dead.

The barbarians around were also frightened by this sudden change. The barbarian closest to him was the most unlucky. The bullet that pierced the leader grazed his ear. He covered his bloody ear, and until this moment he still didn't understand why he was injured.

When these people saw their leader being killed, they were immediately furious. Although they didn't know what weapon the child used to kill him, it didn't stop them from picking up their knives and slashing at him in a fit of rage.

Song Chunlin would not stand there stupidly and let them chop him down. Once he activated his supernatural power, the mutated vines grew wildly from the ground like ghosts from hell. In almost an instant, all the barbarians were entangled tightly by the mutated vines.

Song Chunlin walked slowly in front of those people. He raised his foot and stepped on the head of the leader: "You are lucky to be the first ancient person to be shot."

Those barbarians who understood Chinese did not understand what Song Chunlin meant, and Song Chunlin did not intend to explain. He casually walked around in front of these people with a pistol in his hand.

"He should feel honored. Originally, I was going to give the first bullet to your Khan."

When the barbarians heard this, they struggled hard. They didn't know what bullets were, but would the Han people give good things to their Khan?

That can't be the case. If you think carefully, that bullet must not be a good thing, otherwise why would their leader die suddenly?

Song Chunlin put away his pistol, looked at the sky, and then signaled the mutated vines to strangle everyone.

When the vines loosened, the bodies of those people fell to the ground. Song Chunlin checked their personal belongings one by one and actually found a lot of cold weapons, especially on the leader, who even had a dagger inlaid with gems. Song Chunlin tried it and found it was quite sharp, a good knife.

"It belongs to me. Hehe, I'll take it back and show it to Gu Fengyue. He will be so envious of me." He feels happy just thinking about it.

After solving the financial problem, Song Chunlin took out a piece of brown paper with a map on it. Song Chunlin carefully identified it for a long time before confirming that it was a map of Moon Mountain.

"Sure enough, there is something fishy going on at Moon Mountain. It's a pity that the mountain is too big. I must search it thoroughly again when I return."

After making up his mind, Song Chunlin collected all the spoils into the space, then let the mutant vines dig a big pit and threw the corpses into it. Just like what he did that morning, he took out gasoline from the space and poured it on the barbarians. After lighting it, the gasoline burned quickly.

Seeing that the bodies were almost burned, Song Chunlin ordered the mutant vines to bury them with soil.

As for the horses...

Although it was a pity, Song Chunlin had no intention of bringing the horses back to Dajing, so he could only let them leave.

At this moment, Song Chunlin saw a large ball of golden light of merit flying towards him, and Dabao in the space was also screaming excitedly.

"Master, master, so many merits, ah ah ah, all merits, this man killed well, killed brilliantly, killed terrifically!"

Song Chunlin's face was dark: "You better be careful. You have to know that you have to accumulate merits. Why do you keep talking about killing? What kind of words are you talking about?"

Dabao chuckled: "I am just excited. Master, you know, the people you killed today may bring disaster to many people in Dajing in the future. Otherwise, there would be no such a lot of merit and golden light."

Song Chunlin also thought of this. He looked at the small mound where the bodies were buried with gloomy eyes. It seemed that these people were powerful people, so it would be better to kill them. Otherwise, if they really let these people go to Dajing and start killing people in Dajing, wouldn’t they be in danger?

I just wonder what kind of expression the Tatar Khan would have when he found out that all the people he sent out were killed by him?

Song Chunlin sneered. No matter what the other party's expression was, he would send them on their way together.

Riding on his small electric scooter again, the grassy road was relatively easy to walk on. Song Chunlin used his mental power to travel smoothly along the way, and this time he did not encounter any barbarians on the road.

At night, Song Chunlin surrounded himself with mutated vines and huddled in a place sheltered from the wind. He took out food and drinks from the space, and faced the moon, feeling like he was camping.

"What a shame. If we weren't afraid of being discovered, this would be a great place to camp."

The bright moon, the grassland, and the delicious food would be really beautiful if there were no war.

Song Chunlin spread a blanket on the ground and lay there to take a nap. An hour later, Song Chunlin opened his eyes, cleaned up the garbage, took out his electric scooter and continued on his way.

The Tatar royal city was actually not far away. Song Chunlin hurried and finally touched the edge of the royal city at dawn.

There is a moat next to the royal city. Song Chunlin hid in the dark, covering the royal city with his mental power. He took out a pen and paper and drew a simple map.

The route in the royal city was relatively simple. The entire city was as big as two White Tower Cities, and the royal palace inside occupied the largest area. It took Song Chunlin a long time to find the palace where their Khan lived.

Looking at the luxurious palace, it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as magnificent and golden, especially the furnishings, the calligraphy and paintings on the walls, and the jewelry that the Khan casually gave to the maids. Song Chunlin could tell at a glance that it was the workmanship of their Dajing, because the jewelry worn by the grassland people had such obvious personal styles that it was easy to distinguish them.

Song Chunlin thought, could these have been looted from Dajing?

Seeing the old and ugly Khan hugging and touching a young and beautiful maid early in the morning, Song Chunlin felt a chill and felt that his brain was polluted and he needed to read something healthy to cleanse it.

Song Chunlin moved his mental power elsewhere. According to his experience, their queen should live not far away. Sure enough, Song Chunlin soon found the queen's palace. Compared with the Khan's luxurious palace, the residence here was relatively shabby. And unexpectedly, the queen was a very young boy. The boy had a gorgeous appearance, but dressed very plainly. He only wore a simple plain robe, his long hair was loose, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Song Chunlin estimated that the queen was no more than 30 years old. In terms of age, the Khan could be considered his grandfather. He didn't know what he wanted from her. Was it because she was old, because she didn't take a bath, or because she died early?

There were obviously fewer people in the queen's palace. Song Chunlin only saw seven or eight palace servants serving him. Compared with the twenty or thirty beautiful palace maids on the other side, this was indeed a small number.

Song Chunlin wondered if the queen was out of favor, otherwise why was her residence so shabby and why were there so few palace servants.

Just when Song Chunlin was puzzled, there was a knock on the palace door. It was the prince who came to pay his respects.

A cold voice that was completely different from his appearance rang out: "Let him in."

When the prince walked in, he saw his mother sitting on the bed leaning against the bed. When the palace servants saw him come in, they stopped their work and left one after another.

Song Chunlin, who was hiding in the dark, suddenly had his eyes brightened. Ah, this, this, this is obviously the scent of gossip!