MTL - Rebirth of the Flying Era-Chapter 968 Worse than a desert butcher

  The next morning, according to Du Fei's arrangement yesterday.

  Baiyinbatu got up and drove to the village.

   It is not too far from Huduge Village to the village, and it takes more than two hours to go back and forth.

  Baiyinbatu drove away with a letter of introduction. Here, the village chief Aoga, his son, and two men in their thirties from the village came out with their horses.

  Du Fei and Ci Xin sent Baiyin Batu away, just in time to see them, and asked, "Old village chief, where are you going?"

  The old village chief replied while putting on the saddle: "What happened yesterday, let's go to Xia Ranch to have a look."

  When Du Fei heard this, he became interested. Anyway, he was waiting in the village, so why not go and see it together.

   And Du Fei was also a little curious about how powerful the tornado of that size was last night.

   It made Xiao Dongyang fancy at the beginning, and he wanted to study this kind of tornado as a weapon in a whimsical way.

  Actually, Du Fei had thought about this issue before time travel.

  I want to turn the fiery tornado into a super weapon, more like a child's play house.

  This is not "Red Alert", there is also a weather controller. In the end, after much deliberation, there seems to be only one explanation.

   It was Xiao Dongyang's side, someone used this as an excuse to defraud funds.

  Hearing Du Fei's words, the old village chief was stunned for a moment, and hesitated: "We have to go on horseback."

   The implication is can you do it?

  Du Fei smiled: "Don't worry, I can ride a horse."

  Although Du Fei had ridden a horse before crossing, he only knew how to ride. He could trot on horseback, or have a little fun in the circular field.

  With his current physical fitness and reaction, if he just rides on a horse, it will definitely be fine.

  The old village chief saw that Du Fei was very confident, so he couldn't doubt it. I had to ask my son to bring another horse.

  The son of the village chief was winking, and considering that Du Fei might be a novice, he led a docile mare.

  Du Fei didn't mean to show his holiness before others. Riding a horse is just to go on the road. It doesn't matter what kind of horse it is, as long as it can be ridden.

   As for compassion, the old village chief certainly couldn't let a little girl from other places follow him.

  Du Fei didn't mention this, he just found an excuse and went back to the house.

  Receive compassion in the portable space.

   When he comes out again, Du Fei will be alone, and the others will just stay in the room with compassion.

   At this time, the son of the village chief had already installed the saddle.

   Du Fei thanked, grabbed the rein with one hand, and supported the pommel with the other, turned over and rode on.

  The old village chief, who was a little worried at first, was relieved when he saw it. Judging from this posture, at least Du Fei was not bragging when he said he could ride a horse. Soon a group of five people left the village and ran straight towards the direction where the "demon dragon" moved last night.

  The old village chief was at the front, followed by Du Fei and the village chief's son, followed by the other two.

  The horses didn't even start to run, just at a galloping speed. Du Fei rode on the horseback, almost no need to control it, the horse under his crotch would automatically move forward.

   This road is not close, it takes more than two hours, and it is estimated to be thirty to forty kilometers.

  Du Fei could feel that the higher the slope, the higher they walked, which meant that they were climbing.

  Going around a mountain, a mountain depression appeared in front of it. In front of the col is a taller mountain.

  The area of ​​the col is very large, and it is lush with grass and shrubs.

  This is the Xia Ranch that the old village head mentioned.

  Looking over from this side, there are some yurts scattered in the valley.

   are herdsmen who are rushing here.

  Only in the north, I can see a large area of ​​gray-black scorched soil.

   It seems to be a scar on the prairie, and it looks particularly conspicuous.

   Needless to say, that was where the fire tornado was caused last night. Du Fei watched and couldn't help but secretly dumbfounded.

   There is still a distance from here to there, and the scorched area is initially judged to be at least two kilometers wide.

   No wonder Xiaodong

  Yang wants to obtain a super weapon by researching this tornado.

  Although intuitively, it is definitely not as good as the atomic bomb, but it really needs to be researched and put into the battlefield.

  At least at the campaign level, it can instantly change the offensive and defensive situation. Just when Du Fei was flying wild and thinking wildly. The group of them has already entered the col.

   Soon arrived at the nearest yurt.

  A skinny herdsman with a weathered face came up to him and greeted the village chief Oga, who looked very familiar.

   The two exchanged a few words, both in Mongolian, which Du Fei didn't understand.

   But seeing the herdsman gesticulating and pointing in the direction of the tornado from time to time, he should be talking about the situation last night. At this time, the old village chief's face suddenly became serious, and he turned his head to look at Du Fei.

  Du Fei felt an ominous premonition.

After a while, the old village chief turned around and said, "Comrade Du, he said...Lao Yangpi from the neighboring village brought more than a dozen young people from the neighborhood...he gathered here last night! "

   "Old sheepskin?" Du Fei frowned and raised his voice.

  The old village chief explained: "It's an old widower from the neighboring village, the slaughterer

   Sheep skin is a good hand, a sheep in five minutes, everyone calls him Lao Yangpi, but after a long time, I forget everything about his real name. "

  Du Fei's mouth twitched, and he thought that a sheep in five minutes is more ruthless than a desert butcher~

   But it's normal, Lao Yangpi was originally a Jiangyang thief, and it's normal to have good sword skills.

   It's just used to kill people, but now it's used to kill sheep.

  Du Fei didn't pay much attention to this person, what really caught his attention was the second half of the sentence.

  Nearby youths meet at Lao Yangpi.

  His heart trembled, could it be that Yang Dingxiang was also in it? But by this time, there was no point in worrying.

   Something really happened, it happened last night.

  Du Fei said in a deep voice: "Go and have a look first, and then ask someone." The atmosphere suddenly became depressed.

  Du Fei thought Yang Dingxiang was fine, it was just a false alarm. Anyway, Du Fei didn't want Yang Dingxiang to have an accident.

  Passing through a few more yurts, the old village head went to ask about the situation last night.

  But they all know little about it.

  In that situation, they were afraid of being swept away by the demon dragon.

  Father died, mother married, everyone cares about his own, no one can tell what is going on with Lao Yangpi and his gang.

  Until in the yurt closest to the tornado, Du Fei met an expected person.

  「Are you Ding Sitian?」

  Looking at the girl in front of her with a sallow complexion and dry hair, Du Fei couldn't believe it.

  Is this the dream goddess that Hu and Wang Kaixuan never forget?

   Should I say it or not, Ding Sitian's facial features are very good, with a melon seed face, big eyes, and a natural Internet celebrity face.

  But it cannot be denied that the wind and sand in the Mongolian Plateau is an invisible killing knife.

  No matter how good-looking a beauty is, she has been herding sheep here for two years.

  Du Fei couldn't help but think of Yang Dingxiang, wondering what that girl has become?

  Ding Sidian nodded and looked at Du Fei carefully. From the mouth of village head Aoga just now, she already knew that Du Fei was the leader from the capital.

  Du Fei didn't talk nonsense, and asked directly: "Do you know Yang Dingxiang?"

  Ding Sitian was stunned for a moment, her eyes were a little confused.

  Du Fei added: "This year's newcomers come from New J."

  Ding Sitian said: "New here this year? There is only one from Xinj, but her name is not Yang Dingxiang, but Anza Laiti, Abdul Raguli."

  As soon as Du Fei heard it, he knew that it was right. This was another name of Yang Dingxiang.

   "That's her~" Du Feisong breathed out, "Where is she?"

  Ding Sitian hurriedly said: "I don't know either, last night a dozen or so young people who jumped in the queue from nearby gathered together to see Wang Hongjun off..."

  It turns out that Wang Hongjun's situation is similar to that of Hu and Fatty Wang.

   But something happened to his family

   Turning the opportunity, he naturally didn't have to continue to jump in the queue, and directly got a spot as a soldier.

  As soon as Wang Hongjun left, the work points he had saved were useless, so he simply added a little money and exchanged it for a sheep.

   Called all those who jumped in the queue nearby, those who knew and those who didn’t know.

  A total of twenty people came. Everyone is very happy.

  Although he is in a pastoral area, he usually does the work of herding cattle and sheep, but he can only watch but not eat.

  Cows and sheep are all distributed by the commune to the hands of the herdsmen, and they are all counted.

  The herdsmen only have a few sheep of their own, and they are even more reluctant to slaughter them casually.

   It is rare to see Hun Xing at ordinary times.

  This time, when it was heard that a whole sheep had been killed, everyone who could come nearby came.

   Extreme joy begets sorrow!

  At night, a bonfire was lit, and everyone set up a big pot to cook mutton, while singing and dancing, enjoying the future.

  Unexpectedly, just halfway through the meal, a dark red tornado suddenly appeared from the sky, like a dragon flying through the clouds and fog, rolling like thunder, sweeping over.

  The group of young people, the longest time has only been here for less than a year, where have they seen such a battle.

   At that time, I was frightened and stupid.

  Thanks to Lao Yangpi’s experience, he immediately woke up everyone, started to pack things, and at the same time drove the sheep and cattle to avoid the front of the tornado...

  Listening to Ding Sitian talking about the situation last night, coupled with the scorched earth not far away, everyone present could feel the tension at that time.

   But in reality, the deadly firespout didn't actually hurt anyone.

   On the contrary, when the fire tornado passed by, the "rumbling" sound made the flocks and flocks startled.

   Not only knocked over the belongings that Lao Yangpi had packed up, but also injured several people.

  Ding Sitian was also injured, her ankle was swollen like a steamed bun, her feet hurt when she touched the ground, and she couldn't walk at all.

  Others were divided into two groups, one group of people sent the seriously injured to the rural health center, and the other group went to chase the frightened livestock with Lao Yangpi.

   As for where Yang Dingxiang is, Ding Sitian doesn't know. After Du Fei listened, he asked the herdsman who took Ding Sitian in, did he know where Lao Yangpi went?

  The man didn't know what to ask.

  Du Fei had no choice but to find an excuse to get out of the yurt.

   Lighted a cigarette conveniently, looked up in the direction of Baiyan Cave.

   This side is not far from the Baiyan Cave, but in the depression, blocked by the ridge, it is still invisible.

  Du Fei thought for a while, and pretended to pee a little further away, but in fact, under the cover of grass, he let out the crow on a thought.

  He came to Inner Mongolia this time, in addition to bringing a thug and bodyguard, Ci Xin, he also stuffed a few crows in his pocket, just in case.