In the evening, the two carried the prey back to the station.

In an instant, the good news spread in the camp. Before the two of them got off their horses, they were surrounded by people who came after hearing the news and enjoyed the high-profile honor.

Hours even narrated the process from the side, which made people feel noisy again.

Mr. Wang and others even ran out. Seeing Yang Xiaotao walking over easily carrying more than 200 kilograms of sheep, they immediately laughed from ear to ear.

"You kid, you've been out all day without seeing anyone. I'm so anxious that I almost sent someone to look for you."

"I'm so worried, you have to make up for this, you have to make up for it!"

Mr. Wang smiled and patted Yang Xiaotao on the shoulder, but his eyes stayed on the ibex.

This huge ibex had a hole on one side of its neck, but an explosive wound on the other side.

This kind of wound is not simple.

Anyone who has been on the battlefield knows what is going on.

"Compensation? How about using this?"

Yang Xiaotao also smiled, the meat of this ibex is delicious.

In future generations, these protected animals will not be seen, let alone eaten.

It's better now, just to fill up my stomach, I dare to eat anything.

"Okay, great."

"The cooking class, the cooking class is here, hurry up and clean it up."

Mr. Wang smiled, pulled Yang Xiaotao and walked into the house. A group of cooks carrying knives ran out from behind, all of them with flushed faces and very happy faces.

Soon, there was a roaring sound in the station.

Next to him, Father Ran also got the news and rushed over. Looking at the three goats, he was also shocked.

They have been in the northwest for so many years, and they have eaten a lot of wild game, and they know how rare these things are.

After all, animals are not fools.

Those who survive are all shrewd and have learned lessons. If people want to hunt and kill them, it will only become more and more difficult.

Yang Xiaotao said hello to Ran's father and others, and followed him into the tent.

After all, after riding a horse for most of the day, my inner thighs still hurt.

After Yang Xiaotao gave an overview of the situation, Mr. Wang and others were more impressed by Yang Xiaotao's luck.

We can encounter these herds of ibexes, and no one will be lucky.

Then, I was a little disappointed.

If we bring more people, or find someone with accurate marksmanship, wouldn't we be able to harvest more ibexes?

At this moment, in the hearts of these people, ibex is food.

They are not treated as protected animals at all.

"Director Wang, are you feeling better?"

Back at his residence, Yang Xiaotao asked about the situation.

This is about the departure time for home.

Father Ran nodded, "I can get out of bed now, but I'm a little weak."

"This disease is really strange."

Han Sanfeng nodded, "I'll probably be able to go back tomorrow."

"The chief has contacted the car. We are going home."

"Yes, after this meal, go home!"

Several people laughed.

This time I came out and gained a lot of experience.

The resident cooks have real skills and are proven by their grades.

Three ibexes are supported by three stands. There is a chief surgeon in front of each stand, and a few people are doing small jobs on the side.

From bleeding to skinning, to cutting the flesh, to deboning, and finally cleaning all kinds of internal organs.

The three sheep were inedible except for their hair, hooves, horns, etc. The rest, anything edible, was thrown into the pot and cooked.

Just outside the station, seven or eight large pots were lined up one after another. The coals below were burning. The cooks gathered around the pots while wiping off sweat and stirring them with spoons.

Large pieces of bones and meat were thrown into the pot and cooked, and a large amount of salt particles were thrown in. The smell of mutton instantly filled the air above the station.

Beside the big pot, Yang Xiaotao, Ran's father and others were sitting on the ground, looking at the mutton soup being cooked in front of them, talking and laughing, waiting for the meal to start.

...

Northwest to west.

Persia, Persepolis.

This is a city where Eastern and Western cultures blend together.

Here, you can see the towering domes and exquisite arches that exude a strong oriental flavor, while also showing the delicacy and beauty of Western architecture.

The architectural complex composed of red bricks and yellow tiles is extremely spectacular, especially the dome and glass-inlaid design. The afterglow of the setting sun makes the building exude a magnificent light.

It not only makes people feel nostalgic, but also creates a cultural symbol.

"Moshidov."

Under the dome, on an expensive velvet carpet, an old man wearing white long sleeves sat aside, speaking softly to the middle-aged man in front of him.

"Great Imam, please give me your instructions."

Mosidov looked respectful, and his face was even more pious.

"The ancient countries in the East are blooming with vitality, and we must be prepared."

"Imam, following your guidance, we have communicated with him and have cooperated with each other."

Mosidov told about his last trip to China.

The old man nodded happily after hearing this, his eyes filled with wisdom.

"That is an ancient country, a country that has never cut off its heritage."

"The foundation of this kind of inheritance is immeasurable."

"Do you understand?"

Mosidov nodded vigorously.

I would have had doubts before, but not now.

It has only been thirteen months since the mushroom eggs came out, which has completely overturned the world's understanding of China.

Especially when I heard that the 'gods' in their childhood were frightened to death, and several small countries in the southeast hid in the ports and did not dare to go out, for fear of getting into trouble.

Is this the power they inherited?

It would be great if our own country could also master this kind of power.

"Dear Imam, I understand."

"Um."

The old man nodded, and then gave instructions, "Building a good relationship with them may be the key to our ability to stand firm."

"Even if we can't, we must maintain this relationship. This is very important to us!"

"Sometimes, it's okay not to be friends, but you can't be enemies!"

"I see."

Mosidov slowly lowered his head and left.

On the straight road again, looking at the shadows under the scorching sun, I put away the shock in my heart and began to think about how to contact the other party.

He knows that the current international situation is not optimistic.

Especially when wrestling, they are the ones caught in the crossfire, so they have to be careful in everything they do.

Otherwise, those crows will smell it and come after them, and even a simple investigation will make them frightened.

Especially with the huge size of the alliance, facing this behemoth, there is no way to resist.

This is the tragedy of a weak country.

"If it is, like China, it has those devil-like weapons."

"Who dares to look down upon them?"

The next moment, Mosidov's eyes were clear.

Learning makes people progress.

And China has already found another way for them.

A way out of the cracks!

They can learn from China and follow China's old path.

After returning to the palace where he lived, Mosidov thought about how to establish a relationship with Hua Xia.

So he asked the servant, "Where has Alfat gone?"

"Sir, His Highness is competing in the arena."

The servant had a look of admiration on his face.

Hearing this, Mosidov's face became more proud.
To be continued...