"Uncle Chen, I heard Seba say yesterday that not far ahead is the yard where the nobles of the Python Jin tribe hunt. Should we go over and try the arrow later?"

The sun was rising, and in front of the caravan that Gao Jin said to Lao Chen that when he was trading with Seba yesterday, he inquired about the Golden Department of Python. For example, the caravan had half a day left to the sweat tent of the Golden Department of Python, and the yard was Seba reminding him to be careful of mistakenly entering, and there were wolves inside.

"You bring Wuyan and the others there. Remember to come back from the lead yellow sheep, that's a good thing."

Old Chen narrowed his eyes and said that those Mongolian nobles liked to drink and hunt the most. Most of them, such as the python gold tribe, were indeed qualified to circle a piece of land for hunting. However, he was old and had no interest in hunting, and Gao Jin's shooting technique had already been achieved, so he could only rely on actual combat to temper it.

"Aren't you worried that Erlang would encounter a pack of wolves when he went to the paddock to hunt?"

After Gao Jin and Gao Chong talked about hunting, Wei Lianhai asked Gao Chong that most of the people had their own enclosures for the nobles to hunt. There were no ferocious beasts on the grassland, but the wolves were terrifying.

"Just six or seven wolves, the four of them can still be afraid of wolves."

Gao Chong said disinterestedly that although there were wolves in the Mongolian yard, they were all small wolves of six or seven wolves. If there were large wolves, the Mongolians would have been killed long ago, otherwise there would be no wild animals in the yard for them to hunt.

The sun shone brightly, and for about an hour and a half, the caravan along the left channel of the Ulanmulun River bypassed a bend, and the view suddenly became clear. There was no hills along the river, but only a large area of ​​vibrant green grassland.

Gao Jin rode his horse to the head, and saw yellow shadows flashing from time to time in front of him from time to time. He knew that it was the yellow sheep that Lao Chen mentioned. These antelope were rarely seen in later generations, unlike the large groups of people running past in front of him.

"It's a yellow sheep." Wuyan had a great eye. Seeing that there were at least a hundred yellow sheep running through the grass, he couldn't help but be stunned. The Wurianha tribe where he was originally located was located in the barren northern desert. He had never seen the scene of abundant water and grass in Hetao Mongolia and flocks of yellow sheep.

"Let's go and fight two yellow sheep back." Gao Jin shouted to Wuyan who was stunned, and then rode his horse toward the grassland ahead.

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and follow the young master."

The monkey was the first to react and hurriedly urged Wu Yan and the others to get on the horse to follow. However, after getting on the horse, he realized that Wu Yan's Tartar riding skills were much more superb than him and Li San. He threw them away and followed Gao Jin.

...

The white horse has long limbs and flying hair, and is extremely elegant when running, but the owner on the horse's back is more eye-catching than this majestic white horse. It was a picturesque girl with tall eyebrows and eyes, holding a horn bow in her hand and strangling the reins with the other hand.

When the white horse stopped, the large group of people behind the girl also stopped. The team of about a hundred people was all young Mongolian warriors wearing narrow-sleeved robes, belts, long boots, and long bows on their waists.

The young warriors looked at the girl in the sun, their eyes full of admiration and possession. The girl was Narentoya, the only daughter of Agudam, the Khan of the Python Golden Tribe. She was a famous beauty far and wide. Every young nobleman who had not married wanted to get her favor and become her husband.

Feeling the eyes around, Narentoya showed a hint of disgust on her delicate face. She never liked the young nobles in the tribe. Each of them liked to talk big and rarely had real skills.

"Master, everyone is here."

Behind Narentoya, a scarred man said in a muffled voice, "He is the guard of the Khan's pearl in his hand, and the scar on his face was left by the prince's whip on his face because of a poor guard.

"Urtai, let them start. I'll take people to hunt, and I don't want anyone to follow me."

Narentoya's voice was cold. She was already sixteen years old and had changed into other noble girls in the tribe. She had already gotten married. But her father loved her and did not let her get married. This also made the young nobles in the tribe who had not married yet chase her like foals in heat.

“Yes, Master.”

Urtai responded, then looked at the young noble warriors around him, and grinned loudly, "Go to hunt, don't bother my master, otherwise I, Urtai's fist, won't recognize you."

"Urtai, you old dog, I..."

"What do you want?"

Urtai strode to the provocative young warrior, slapped him, "If you dare to talk too much, you will chop your dog's head."

Amur's eyes were so angry that his eyes turned red, but facing Urtai who had a hideous sneer, he could only swallow his anger, because Urtai was a madman. Since the prince whipped the whip, he has protected Narentoya like a mad dog.

The huge team quickly dispersed, and the young nobles who did not give up took their samurai to the depths of the yard, trying to shoot and kill the huge prey to Narentoya to show their bravery.

Amur left angrily. He vowed to fight a few yellow sheep to come back. Calculate the time. It is the time when the yellow sheep are migrating and coming to the yard to reproduce. Although the yellow sheep are not as plump as in autumn, the pregnant ewes are tender and delicious, and are the prince's favorite food at the summer banquet.

"Urtai, you shouldn't have beaten Amur. When I get married, no one will be able to protect you."

Narentoya said to Urtai that although Almu is a waste who bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong, his father is Dataiji from the tribe and is not easy to mess with.

"Even if the master is married, Urtai will be his master's guard."

Urtai replied loudly that Almu was the most useless among the young nobles in the tribe, but he relied on his family's strength to bother his master. Today, this slap was to teach him a lesson.

"Okay, let's go hunting, too."

Narentoya smiled, and in an instant, the warriors guarding around felt that the smile was as beautiful as flowers blooming and as warm as the sunlight.

...

Gao Jin got off his horse, the yellow sheep were good at running, and they were extremely agile. Whenever there was any movement, they would run away in groups.

Wu Yan followed Gao Jin, holding a bow, and he still hunted yellow sheep for the first time. You know, yellow sheep are rare in Mobei, and he has never seen such a large group of yellow sheep.

According to the hunting of Taiji people that Wuyan knew, there were naturally several teams of knights responsible for driving such a flock of yellow sheep. Until these yellow sheep were exhausted, the nobles would shoot the poor prey.

Gao Jin stopped. At this time, he was about forty steps away from the flock of yellow sheep. If he got closer, he would be discovered.

Ma Monkey and Li Sandada didn't dare to pant, leading the horse, about ten steps away from Gao Jin, for fear of alarming the flock of sheep. The two looked at the agile antelope and couldn't help but want to swallow their saliva. Since they were captured as Gao Jin's entourage, they realized that they had never eaten so much meat in their lives.

He opened his bow steadily with his left hand, and Gao Jin held a feather arrow with his right hand and aimed at a yellow sheep that was leaning down to eat grass. He pulled the bow full, and the bow string was tense more tight than the full moon. Wu Yan behind him was frightened to see it, fearing that Gao Jin would break the bow string.

The yellow sheep is much larger than the marmot and is much heavier. If the bow is too soft, even if it hits, it can still be asked to run away. This is what Lao Chen taught Gao Jin's hunting experience.

"This is the same as shooting people." Gao Jin muttered. Old Chen said, when shooting people, don't think about the key points of the neck and throat. If the bow is strong enough and the arrow is strong enough, as long as you hit the body, it will be the same no matter where it is.

Gao Jin let go of the bowstring, and Wu Yan felt like a thunder exploded around his ears, buzzing.

"I've been beaten." Ma Monkey and Li San cheered. They were far apart. Although they heard the sound of strings, they were not as shocked as Wu Yan. They only saw Gao Jin let go. A yellow sheep not far away jumped up, and then the whole flock of yellow sheep fled frantically, dust filled the sky.

The algae had a strong vitality. Gao Jin was shot by a strong ewe. The arrow penetrated through the body above the front leg and shot it into the opposite direction. But even so, the injured algae still ran away with his life. However, the faster it escaped, the faster the blood would stay along the shaft.

Gao Jin took the reins from the monkey, turned over and chased his prey.

The shot-hide yellow goat ran less than a hundred meters before falling to the ground. The fur under him was stained with blood and his neck was trembling, leaving only his mouth and nose breathing.

When Gao Jin got off the horse, he could see the desire for life in the agile eyes of the yellow sheep with a slightly raised belly. Even though he had killed the horse thief with his own hands, Gao Jin felt an unbearable feeling at this time. At this time, Wu Yan came to him, saw his expression, pulled out the short knife from his waist, and presented it to him with both hands.

"Young Master, sheep eat grass, wolf eat sheep, and the same is true for us to hunt."

Gao Jin took the short knife, looked at the increasingly weak yellow sheep, and was cruel and inserted it into the yellow sheep's neck with a knife, cutting off the throat.

He returned the short knife to Wu Yan, and his mood before hunting was gone. Gao Jin felt a little pretentious, but he really couldn't continue to hunt the yellow sheep.

Wu Yan silently put away the knife and looked at Gao Jin, which reminded him of the first time he had finished his prey when he was a child. Ma Monkey and Li San ran to the dead yellow sheep heartlessly. They didn't feel that they only knew that they would have meat to eat when they went back tonight.

"Put down the sheep."

The sudden Mongolian speech made Gao Jin come back to his senses. He looked up and saw that there was an additional team of Mongolian warriors in front of him. The head was a young nobleman wearing cowhide gloves and an eagle squatting on it.

The moment they saw the Mongolians, Mahouzi and Li San lost the yellow sheep in their hands and drew their swords to protect Gao Jin. It was true that they were fleeing soldiers, but they ran away because they could not get the salary and were abused by their superiors.
Chapter completed!