Rebirth of the Flying Era

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

Baiyin Batu got up and drove to the countryside.

It's not too far from Huduge Village to the countryside, and it only takes more than two hours to go back and forth.

Baiyin Batu drove away with a letter of introduction.

Here, the village chief Oga, his son, and two men in their thirties from the village came out with their horses.

Du Fei and Cixin saw Baiyin Batu off and happened to see them and asked, "Old village chief, where are you going?"

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

When Du Fei heard this, he also became interested. Since he was waiting in the village anyway, he might as well go and have a look.

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

It made Xiao Dongyang fall in love with it and wanted to study this kind of tornado and use it as a weapon.

In fact, Du Fei had considered this issue when he was reading the novel before traveling through time.

Trying to turn a blazing tornado into a super weapon is more like child's play.

This isn't Red Alert, and there's a weather controller.

After much deliberation, there seems to be only one explanation.

Over at Xiaodongyang, some people used this as a pretext to defraud funds.

Hearing Du Fei's words, the old village chief was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly: "We have to ride horses."

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 over, he could only ride a horse. He could trot on horseback or have a little fun in the ring.

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

The old village chief saw that Du Fei was very confident, so it was not difficult to question him.

I had no choice but to ask my son to bring another horse.

The village chief's son was a wise man. Considering that Du Fei might be a newbie, he led a docile mare.

Du Fei didn't mean to show off his holiness in front of others. He was just riding a horse on the road. It didn't matter what kind of horse it was, as long as it could be ridden.

As for compassion, the old village chief would definitely not let a little girl from out of town follow him.

Du Fei didn't mention this problem and just made an excuse to go back to the house.

Receive compassion into your personal space.

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

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

Du Fei thanked him, grabbed the reins with one hand and the saddle with the other, turned over and rode up.

The old village chief, who was a little worried at first, felt relieved when he saw it.

Looking at this posture, at least Du Fei wasn't bragging when he said he could ride a horse.

Soon a group of five people left the village and ran straight in the direction where the "demon dragon" moved last night.

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

The horses didn't even start to run, just a galloping speed.

Du Fei was riding on the horse, and he hardly needed to control it. The horse under his hip automatically followed him forward.

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

Du Fei could feel that the slope was getting higher and higher as they walked, indicating that they were climbing up.

After rounding a hilltop, a mountain col suddenly appeared in front of us.

In front of the col is a higher mountain.

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

This is the summer pasture mentioned by the old village chief.

Looking from here, there are some yurts scattered in the mountain col.

They are all herdsmen who go to work here.

Only in the north, I saw a large layer of gray-black burnt soil.

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

Needless to say, that's where the fire tornado was from last night.

Du Fei looked at it and couldn't help but secretly sighed.

There is still some distance from here to there, and preliminary judgment is that the charred area is at least two kilometers wide.

No wonder Xiaodong Yang wanted to obtain super weapons by studying this kind of 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 battle level, it can instantly change the offensive and defensive situation.

Just when Du Fei was running wild and thinking wildly.

A group of them had already entered the mountain col.

Soon we arrived at the nearest yurt.

A lean herdsman with a weathered face came up to him and said hello to the Aoga village chief. He looked familiar.

The two of them talked for a few words, all in Mongolian, but Du Fei didn't understand either.

But looking at the herdsman gesticulating and pointing in the direction of the tornado from time to time, he must be talking about the situation last night.

At this time, the old village chief's expression suddenly became serious, and he looked back at Du Fei.

Du Fei had 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 ten young people from the neighborhood...to have a gathering here last night!"

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

The old village chief explained: "He is an old widower from a neighboring village. He is good at butchering and skinning sheep. He only took a sheep in five minutes. Everyone called him Lao Yangpi. As time went by, they forgot his real name."

The corners of Du Fei's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself that one sheep in five minutes is more ruthless than a desert butcher~

But it's normal. Lao Yangpi was originally a gangster, so it's normal for him to be good at swordsmanship.

It's just that it was originally used to kill people, but now it is used as a sheep.

Du Fei didn't pay much attention to this person. What really made him care was the last half of the sentence.

Young people from the neighborhood gathered at Lao Yangpi's place.

His heart trembled. Could it be that Yang Dingxiang was also inside?

But by this time, there was no point in worrying.

If something really happened, it happened last night.

Du Fei said in a deep voice: "Go over and take a look first, and then ask someone to ask."

The atmosphere suddenly became depressing.

Du Fei thought that Yang Dingxiang was fine, it was just a false alarm.

In any case, Du Fei didn't want anything to happen to Yang Dingxiang.

After passing a few more yurts, the old village chief went to ask what happened last night.

But they all have a partial understanding.

In that case, everyone was afraid of being swept away by the demonic dragon.

When father and mother get married, everyone takes care of themselves. No one can tell what is going on with Lao Yangpi and his gang.

Until Du Fei saw someone he expected in the yurt closest to the tornado.

"Are you Ding Sitian?"

Looking at the girl with a sallow complexion and dry hair in front of him, Du Fei felt a little unbelievable.

Is this the goddess in their dreams that Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan can never forget?

Needless to say, Ding Sitian has very good facial features, an oval face, big eyes, and a natural Internet celebrity face.

But it cannot be denied that the windy sand on the Mongolian plateau is an invisible butcher's knife.

No matter how good-looking the beauty is, she has been here herding sheep for two years and has lost her appearance.

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

Ding Si nodded sweetly and looked at Du Fei carefully.

She already knew from the words of the Aoga village chief that Du Fei was a leader from the capital.

Du Fei didn't waste any time and asked directly: "Do you know Yang Dingxiang?"

Ding Sitian was stunned, her eyes a little confused.

Du Fei added: "This year's new young people are from Xinj."

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

When Du Fei heard it, he knew it was right. This was another name for Yang Dingxiang.

"That's her~" Du Fei breathed a sigh of relief: "Where is she?"

Ding Sitian said hurriedly: "I don't know either. Last night, a dozen of us young people who jumped in line nearby gathered together to see Wang Hongjun off..."

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

However, things in his family took a turn for the better, so he naturally didn't have to jump in the queue anymore and directly got a spot in the army.

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

I called over all the people who were jumping in line nearby, whether I knew them or not.

A total of about twenty people came.

Everyone is happy.

Even though we are in a pastoral area, we usually do the work of herding cattle and sheep, but we can only watch but not eat.

Cattle and sheep are distributed by the commune to each herdsman, and they are all counted.

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

It is rare to see meat and fish meat.

This time I heard that a whole sheep was killed, and everyone who could come nearby came.

Extreme joy can actually lead to sadness!

In the evening, a bonfire is lit, and everyone cooks mutton in a large pot while singing and dancing to enjoy the future.

Unexpectedly, just halfway through eating, a dark red tornado suddenly appeared on the horizon, like a dragon flying in the clouds, rolling like thunder, sweeping over.

Among these young people, the oldest one has only been here for less than a year. How have they ever seen such a battle?

I was stunned at that time.

Fortunately, Lao Sheeppi had experience and immediately woke everyone up and started packing their things. At the same time, he drove the sheep and cattle away from the front of the tornado...

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

But in reality, deadly firespouts don't actually hurt anyone.

On the contrary, when the fire tornado passed by, it made a "rumbling" sound that startled the cattle and sheep.

Not only did he knock over the belongings that Lao Yangpi had packed up, he also injured several people.

Ding Sitian was also injured. Her ankles were as swollen as steamed buns. Her feet hurt when they touched the ground and she couldn't walk at all.

The others were divided into two groups. One group took the seriously injured to the health center in the countryside, while the other group went with Lao Yangpi to chase the frightened livestock.

As for where Yang Dingxiang is, Ding Sitian doesn't know.

After Du Fei heard this, he asked the herdsman who took Ding Sitian in if he knew where Lao Sheeppi had gone.

But the man didn't know anything about it.

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

He lit a cigarette and looked up in the direction of Baiyan Cave.

It's not far from Baiyan Cave here, but it's in the mountain col and is blocked by the ridge, so it's still invisible.

Du Fei thought for a moment and pretended to urinate a little further away. In fact, he took advantage of the cover of the grass and released the crows with a thought.

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