The Book of Heaven

Chapter 34 Secret Letter
"Did you count clearly?"

Ma Zheng glanced at Ma Zhao who was still wriggling his fingers. He had just roughly calculated that there were almost two hundred sheep, all of which were long-haired sheep. Not to mention gentle and delicious, this kind of sheep could also provide sufficient wool for the herdsmen. Make them into blankets to keep them warm.

Hehe smiled and put his hands behind his back, Ma Zhao looked like a schoolboy who couldn't recite the text, and was worried that his master would beat his hands with a ruler.

Ma Zheng waved his hand, indicating to go around the direction where the shepherds might find him. The sun was about to set. With so many sheep, no one would rest assured to spend the night on the grassland. , I am afraid that this tribe will not be able to survive the winter.

The sky gradually turned dark, and the flock of sheep gradually moved towards the west. Ma Zheng and Ma Zhao trailed far behind, like two greedy wolves.

"Don't just swallow your saliva, look over there, isn't it burning cow dung?"

In the direction of Ma Zheng's finger, a few wisps of light smoke curled up into the sky, which was obviously different from the wolf smoke on the beacon towers in the frontier fortress, and also not similar to the cooking smoke of the Han people in the Central Plains. Zhou Tong told Ma Zheng that if he saw this kind of smoke column, he would It means that there are nomads living nearby.

The sheep are walking in the direction of the green smoke, and they are still so slow. The greedy sheep will not give up any chance to eat even if they are driven by the shepherd dogs. They will only move when they chew a mouthful of grass. Go down and find another bite.

"Let's go around."

No longer needing sheep to lead the way, Ma Zheng and Ma Zhao rushed towards the tribal camp. The Yuezhi man who shepherd the sheep still didn't know that he had just walked through the gate of hell. He should be thankful that Ma Zhao didn't Too hungry.

The unobstructed view of the prairie was extremely wide, and Ma Zheng soon saw round tents, like big mushrooms scattered in the lawn.

Once Ma Zheng saw this kind of thing, he would yell "yurt", but now he knows that this kind of round tent has existed for thousands of years before the Mongols appeared. It's as shameless as people using kimchi to apply for World Heritage.

Beside more than a dozen large and small round tents, there are well-built horse fences, and smooth and smooth war horses are grazing and resting comfortably in the horse fences.

There were flying spear sergeants riding horses, galloping back and forth outside the campsite in groups of three or four. If Ma Zheng and Ma Zheng hadn't been far enough apart, they might have been bumped into.

In the camp, the women and children are busy with their own affairs, the children of the poor are headed home early, and the children of the nomads are destined for their fate at birth.

Boys wrestle, ride horses, control strings, throw spears, build their strength, and gradually exercise themselves through methods similar to playing, while girls learn to humble themselves in front of men early on, and willingly become the wealth of the tribe and serve any man.

This is the result of natural elimination. The phrase "hand over a group of women to a man can create a nation" is by no means a joke on the grasslands.

"There are only about thirty soldiers. It seems that we are not very lucky. What do you say? With such a small population, we will definitely not have high-level military achievements."

Ma Zheng looked at those Yuezhi people, and unconsciously licked his upper lip with his tongue, his eyes showed an extremely cold look, as if he would rush out in the next moment and kill those people.

On the contrary, Ma Zhao, who looked like a mandrill-eating mandrill, squatted in the grass aggrievedly. With his height, if he didn't pay attention, he would become a conspicuous black tower on the grassland.

Taking a deep breath, Ma Zheng finally decided to let this tribe go. He and Ma Zhao are just two people, and they can't carry too many heads and ears. Besides, didn't Ma Detu say that the head should start from the sentinel? There is not a single sentry officer, so why waste energy.

The large herds of sheep are like white clouds falling on the grassland, returning to the tribe before the sky is completely dark.Someone lit a bonfire, and the rising fire illuminated smiling faces. After drinking, the men began to sing loudly, and the children played by the fire. No one knew that less than two miles away from the campsite, there were two The man, taking advantage of the starlight, continued on his way.

Since Ma Zheng learned the method of frightening mind, he has never stopped practicing even in the dark dungeon, but he can't compare with others, and he doesn't know whether his progress is fast or slow.

Relying on the advantage of not having to sleep at all with his own consciousness, Ma Zheng can spend half of his time practicing the mind-shocking method and half of his time on "Yi Jin Jing". It is strange to say that the two kung fu will not interfere.

The inner breath flowing in Ren Du's second vein is already so strong that Ma Zheng can clearly perceive it, but he still doesn't know how long it will take for his dantian to fill up.

On the contrary, that crazy woman surnamed Zhao, with just a few traces of sword qi left in his body, could turn into small blue swords, so much so as to transform his eyes into glaucoma.

Or this is the difference between high and low realms. The third uncle once mentioned the woman surnamed Zhao, saying that even in his heyday, he might not have dared to take the lead lightly.

There are tens of thousands of people with the surname Zhao in the world, but there is only one Zhao family who is the king of Guanzhong.

And Ma Zheng thought again, the master of the castle, Ma Daoming, is needless to say that his kung fu is very good. They are all inherited from the family, and he can't live like a dog all his life. Even if the woman is a genius, she has come across the border Ma Daoming really wanted to be a coward, pretending to turn a blind eye to the woman, and sent out some ordinary light cavalry, knowing that she would not want to dirty the sword.

Sending cavalry to drive them away is just a show. It is certain that the crazy woman surnamed Zhao has the acquiescence of Ma Daoming and even the Ma family to act unscrupulously in Xiliang. Then what is she doing here?
It can't be said that he just came to give Ma Zheng a few sword qi, right?
It's okay to not think about these things three years ago, the more I think about them, the more suspicious I feel.

It's a pity that Ma Zheng didn't know that shortly after he left Majiabao, someone sent a letter to Zhao Wangfu in Changshan, a letter with only a few words.

The third uncle has the ability to poison, and Ma Zheng has no doubts at all. A doctor who can't use poison is definitely not a good doctor. Will he use means against himself?

Ma Zheng's head was filled with messy things, it seemed that even if he thought about dawn, he couldn't think clearly.

"Ma Zhao, what time is it?"

"Yin time has passed."

I don't know how Ma Zhao determines the time, but as far as Ma Zheng knows, Ma Zhao never seems to miss this kind of thing that is close to animal instinct.

In addition to the function of the biological clock, Ma Zhao also has an ability, that is, the old horse knows the way.

To be precise, Ma Zhao has a pigeon-like sense of direction, as long as he has been to a place once, he can almost find it the second time with his eyes closed, so he doesn't have to worry about getting lost with Ma Zhao.

According to the map provided by Ma Detu, there is a really big Yuezhi town about three miles ahead.

Unlike the cities and towns in the hinterland of the Han people, there are very few truly fixed towns in the Twelve Barbarians in the Northwest. Besides, except for the royal court of Lanyue City, the entire Da Yue Clan has only seven towns with a population of more than 10 , but it is still the family with the largest number of towns among the twelve clans, so it is also the clan that the empire is most worried about in the northwest.

The back of the horse that came whistling and whizzed away was not worthy of the empire's attention. Simply put, it was impossible to achieve a major event, at most it was looting.

What the empire is afraid of is the kind of power that expands every step of the way. With this kind of dominant thinking, it is only natural for the Da Yuezhi to become a thorn in the side of the empire.

Otherwise, the Ma family would not have wedged the most elite Zhuangziying into the direction of the Dayue Clan three years ago, in order to use the Zhuangziying as a millstone, and accumulate the elite troops of the Dayue Clan little by little. wear off.

(End of this chapter)