Dragoon fighter

Chapter 77-Baretta Burke and the Thief

The old man took Lin Mo's hand and walked to the yurt not far away, and asked: "My name is Burlanbai. Kazakhs don't have surnames like Han people. You can just call me Uncle Burlanbai. How is our guest?" Title?! Where are you going?"

Burlanbai means "wind" in Kazakh language.

"My name is Mo Lin, and I am traveling alone." Lin Mo activated a new identity name and directly explained his purpose. His itinerary was not a secret. This name from another world was the one with the lowest chance of being exposed or leaked.

"Travel?!" Old Burlanbai was silent for a moment, "I advise you not to go further south. It's a desert there, but don't go in alone. It's too dangerous." As far as he knows, the south has always been It is the scope of activities of the East Turkestan separatists. This young man went alone, especially as he is Chinese and Han, which has to be worrying.

"It doesn't matter! I have a friend who does business in a nearby town. I'm going to see him this time. I won't go too far south." Lin Mo made an excuse to cover up.

In the early 1990s, after the independence of Central Asian countries, separatist organizations operating in Kazakhstan and other Central Asian countries used the banner of "East Turkestan" to pose a threat to the security of Central Asian countries and regions, and have never stopped terrorist activities.

Lieutenant Colonel Xie of the intelligence team once pointed out the distribution of local forces in Lin Mo's regional power distribution map, and behind these armed organizations are the shadows of separatist forces such as the "World Uyghur Congress", the "East Turkistan Islamic Movement" and the "Uyghur People's Party" .

"Otherwise, I will let my second son Balta Burke be your guide and protect you. All of my sons are eagles on the grassland!" Burlan Baiqiang was pulling out of the sheep. A fat sheep shouted at several strong Kazakh men who were about to operate on it.

Faced with Uncle Bullanbai's enthusiasm, Lin Mo couldn't refuse. With a local as a guide, the safety factor could be slightly improved, "Okay, thank you, Uncle Bullanbai."

"Haha, good! Sure enough, it's the guests brought here by Allah, that's right!" Bullan laughed heartily, his gray beard twitching. Lin Mo had insisted on snatching it back from the horse thief. He was already embarrassed when the horse was returned, but Lin Mo was able to accept his kindness, which finally made him mentally more balanced.

Darkness enveloped the endless grassland, and the green in the field of vision turned to black.

Sparks were constantly exploding in the oven in the felt room, and the aroma of the roasted mutton sprinkled with spices, mixed with the sweetness of kumiss, made everyone feel happy.

Burlanbai personally brought water for Lin Mo to wash his hands, and placed a plate of roasted lamb in front of him. According to custom, Lin Mo cut off a piece of cheek meat from the sheep head and tasted it first, and then cut off the left ear. , and finally cut off the sheep's head and sent it back to Uncle Burlanbai.

After going through this process, the dinner party for Lin Mo officially began.

Hand-caught mutton, horse intestines, Baowurshak (oil fruit), rice pilaf, jenit (cold food mixed with millet, flour, oil, honey, etc.), one after another national delicacies were put on the table, and Lin Mo didn't have any. Be polite, the more cautious politeness here is the disrespect for the host. The more you eat, the happier the host will be. This is what all hospitable nomads have in common.

As soon as the sky dawned, Lin Mo led the bay horse and Baretta Burke, the son of Uncle Burlanby, and rode southward in the morning light. Baretta Burke was a taciturn red-faced man, although he could also understand and speak a few words. Although he spoke simple Chinese, he still had to rely on gestures to communicate with Lin Mo.

At noon, we had a meal of dried meat, naan and milk tea. At this time, we were close to the junction of grassland and desert. The original lush grassland gradually became sparse and there were more large gravels. Until evening, Lin Mo and Only then did Balta Burke see the hidden spark lights and the shadow of the town in the distance.

"It's very dangerous with guns and people there! Be careful!" Balta Burke had obviously heard of this town. Although it didn't have a name and it was hard to find on the map, he also knew that it was a place for outlaws, criminals and gold diggers. A gathering place where, except for speculators who want to take risks to get a vote, the people here are all dangerous elements.

Like his father, Baretta Burke couldn't understand why this young man from China would insist on coming to such a place. !However, there are too many reasons in the world that people can’t figure out. Bullambai and others did not intend to stop it again and again, and could only give many kind reminders.

"I understand, thank you for sending me here, Balta Burke, you go back first, I will take care of myself." Lin Mo had already seen the joint location on the map, jumped off the horse, and put his backpack on his back. The reins and riding crop were handed to Balta Burke, "Okay, I won't be using the bay horse at the back. You can take it back and help me say thank you to Uncle Burlanby!"

The red-faced prairie man looked in the direction of the town, frowned, licked his lips a few times, shook his head, and did not take the reins and riding crop handed over by Lin Mo, "No, I will accompany you, go in, Otherwise, I don’t worry, my father will also scold me!”

Although speaking Chinese is extremely difficult, it can be seen that this warm-hearted man really cares about Lin Mo.

"You're so stubborn!" Lin Mo shook his head, took back the reins, and nodded, without brushing off Balta Burke's kindness. "Okay, let's stay in the town for one night, and you'll go back tomorrow morning! Don't worry. !”

The dangers mentioned by Uncle Bullanby and Balta Burke did not constitute a threat at all to Lin Mo.

Now that he's here, he might as well go on a killing spree. The gold coins on his wrist seemed to feel Lin Mo's murderous aura, and the crystal non-glass surface rippled slightly like tiny water waves.

It seems that this small town is no different from other small towns. It is full of travelers like myself, some are riding horses, some are driving, some are walking alone, and some are in groups. Lin Mo and Bale The two of them walked on the street inconspicuously, and they didn't even stare at them strangely.

Maybe in this small town on the edge of the desert, outsiders are not uncommon, and there are all kinds of races. The appearance of the Kazakhs and Hans is not very different, not to mention that there are authentic people wearing national costumes around Lin Mo. The Kazakh man's natural cover made Lin Mo not particularly eye-catching.

"Ouch!" A childish boy's voice sounded, and Lin Mo felt the impact at the same time. He lowered his eyes to look for the joint, only to find a little boy bumping into his arms.

"Izvenedi (I'm sorry)! Izvenedi (I'm sorry)!" The little boy's accent sounded like Russian, and he kept nodding and bending as if to apologize to Lin Mo.

Kazakhstan was originally a member of the Soviet Union. Although the national language is Kazakh, Russian is still the official language.

"Kid, get out of here!" Baltabok opened his eyes and drove him away unceremoniously in Kazakh. An inexplicable collision in a place like this is definitely not a good thing.

The little boy didn't dare to say anything. He seemed to be frightened by Balta Burke and turned pale. He quickly stepped back and bowed. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a hand pressed his shoulder and pulled him back.

"Boy, give me back my wallet!" Lin Mo said directly. Although he didn't understand Kazakh or Russian, he noticed carefully that after he spoke, the little boy's eyes rolled around a few times, showing a hint of panic. , obviously also understands Chinese.

The little boy quickly waved his hands, shook his head, and spoke in a language that Lin Mo couldn't understand.

Lin Mo smiled, pretending not to understand but still shaking his head and waving his hands. It was obvious that he was just pretending. He didn’t say much nonsense and just searched the little boy a few times. A yellow leather wallet appeared in Lin Mo’s hand. , money, cards, a lot of them.

The moment the wallet was found from his body, the little boy turned pale and struggled desperately, trying to escape from the owner's hands. There is a special custom in some places in Central Asia. A caught thief is likely to have his hands chopped off by the owner. Horse thieves in particular are more likely to lose their lives.

But how could an ordinary little boy's strength be compared to that of a dragon knight? No matter how hard the little boy struggled, Lin Mo's hand did not relax. He was so young that he actually stole it from himself. He seemed to be quite discerning. His wallet was a trivial matter. , Lin Mo was looking for someone from this town to ask for information about the contact person, when this little guy knocked on the door by himself.

A smile appeared on Lin Mo's lips.

The little boy kept punching and kicking Lin Mo and struggled, clumsily shouting in Chinese: "Let go, let me go, help me! There are traffickers! They are robbing people!" As expected, the little boy knew Chinese and could beat him up. , these threatening words were not meant for others, but specifically for Lin Mo. As soon as Lin Mo panicked, the little boy would run away immediately. He was a local snake here, hiding in some hidden corner, really. Hard to find.

But what's the use of this? As a dragon knight, you have never seen any battles. As a high-end national strategic force, you have special training in both other worlds and this world. It is impossible to have someone to protect you all the time. If you don’t have some experience in dealing with it, you will not be easily attacked. It would be too unfair to kill a small person.

The name of the contact person in this town is Aji. He is a short, fat, middle-aged man in his fifties with small eyes. He used to be a bandit. Since marrying a Uighur wife, he has been washed in a golden basin. Sometimes, He also does some work of selling stolen goods to earn some living money. As for his original name, no one knows. Everyone who knows him calls him like this. Lin Mo came here this time to contact him for the next step. route of action, because in such an area where various forces intersect, it is very difficult for a stranger to go deep, and he is likely to be attacked by anti-government armed forces or underworld forces who are extremely vigilant.

Just as he was about to ask for the address of the contact person, a stone hit Lin Mo hard with a roar.

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