Chapter 564: Return to Botgeki's Division

When the Tumen Baoyin heard this, he hurriedly said, "Yes, my father did tell me that Prince Hadan Zhaorige is a character. Let me learn more about him. Shatle didn't say anything nonsense."

However, Nabarina glared at him fiercely and said, "The old prince is the old prince, the prince is the prince, Mr. Xiatele, don't rely on the person he favors to instruct the prince. It's not your turn to take charge of it. Master Eridumba may have said it well. Last time you accompanied Hadan Zhaorige, he secretly gave you good things, so that you will help the Tatarot tribes."

Speaking of this, she said again: "Prince, do you think this is the case?"

Tumen Baoyin shrank when she glared, and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it's not right for Shatle to speak to the Tatarot tribe."

When Shatle saw the prince, he accused him of being so angry that his face turned blue, but he stopped talking, and snorted and sat back in his seat, but he never looked at Barina and Eridumba again.

Unexpectedly, the dignified King Botgeqi would be afraid of his wife, and Barina obviously protected Eritonba very much in her words. Then she looked at the other nobles on both sides. Faced with such a situation, they were all silent and looked like a wooden man. Zhang Haotian secretly said strangely. Seeing Eritonba staring at him with vicious eyes, she knew that staying would make things boring, so she politely covered her chest at Tumen Baoyin, and then strode out.

When we arrived outside the tent, we saw that the sky was already dark, and the north wind hit the surface, which was biting cold, and it was indeed like it was about to snow heavily. Hanino Haimenghe and other soldiers of the Tatarot tribe were standing outside waiting. In such a cold situation, they all stood straight, no one wandered around or talked in a low voice. The Botgeki tribe who was on duty outside the tent showed admiration in their eyes when they saw their qualities.

The Solri, whom they brought to, was still outside the tent. A guard in the tent came out and said a few words to him. Solri said, "Prince Hadanbatel, please go out with me, I'll give you a ride."

Zhang Haotian said nothing, turned over and turned his back to "Nisgbari" and walked forward. Haninohai and Meng He and others met, and quickly got on the horse and followed. Seeing this situation, no one understood that the prince was turned away and was driven away without even having dinner. He worked hard all the way to this Chopa Mountain. The situation was even more serious than expected. There was no need to rely on borrowing reinforcements. The Tatarot tribe had to evacuate on its own, and everyone's face was sad.

Walking on the snow on horseback, not long after, we arrived at the first lake. Soulli stopped and whispered: "Prince Hadanbatel, I'll send you here. It will definitely snow heavily tonight. You'd better find a cave in front to make a fire and rest for a night, otherwise you'll be easily frozen to death on the road."

Zhang Haotian felt a strong chill at this time, just as snow was soaking from outside the leather robe into the flesh. His body couldn't help but tremble slightly. Listening to Saulli's words with a bit of kindness, he nodded and said to him: "Thank you." He grabbed the horse and galloped away, and Hanino Haimeng and his group followed closely.

After walking forward for about half an hour, it was getting darker, no moon or stars, and the north wind was howling, which could almost be described as missing five fingers. Fortunately, when they came, everyone prepared flashlights, but they were not familiar with the terrain, and they were easily lost in this mountain.

Botge's prediction of snow was indeed very accurate. After walking about ten kilometers slowly, the snow fell. At first, it was still starry snowflakes. Later, the snowflakes turned into goose feathers. Under the help of the north wind, they kept hitting the people of the Tatarot tribe, especially the exposed face, neck and hands, as if there were a knife cutting layer by layer.

Walking under such circumstances is indeed easy to freeze people to death. I searched with flashlights all the way, and finally saw a cave with a very large opening in a mountain wall that was more than 20 meters high. Everyone jumped off their horses and led their horses up. When they arrived at the cave, they saw that it had been indented for about ten meters, and could only barely provide more than 20 people with wind and snow.

When they entered the cave, the snow disappeared and the wind became much smaller. Under the leadership of Haninohai, ten Tatarot soldiers went outside the cave to find something to burn. Twenty minutes later, everyone came back one after another, holding a lot of dead branches and leaves in their hands.

The Tatarot people are naturally familiar with raising fires in the severe winter. They first put dead leaves in a small pit and lit them with a windproof lighter. Then they first set up dry branches. After the fire is stronger, they then set up thick branches. Gradually, a pile of fires burned. Then, they set up three bonfires in the cave, which became bright and warm.

The temperature in the cave was bright and warm, but Zhang Haotian and others' hearts were as dark and cold as the sky outside. Everyone sat together by the wall, and no one spoke. They knew in their hearts that after returning to the Shengling Forbidden Zone, they could only prepare to evacuate. Over the years, the Tatarot tribes have paid too much blood to survive in it. In the end, they had to leave to find a new settlement. Who would be willing to do so?

Zhang Haotian was very self-deprecating at this time. Although the Tatarot tribe has nothing to do with him in its current situation, it is also wise to find a place to slowly develop the Tatarot tribe. However, he knew in his heart that the Tatarot tribe must be his father's wish and ideal to protect the Holy Mausoleum for generations and then to prosper and grow. However, as the new generation of Tatarot kings, he had to give up and kill Aldon Leng and Surile to avenge his parents and tribe members, and he had to assassinate his parents and tribe members. However, in the forbidden area of ​​the Saint Mausoleum, the intelligence could not be circulated quickly, and he could not grasp the whereabouts of these two people in time. Whether it is Badatota City or England and Manchester City, since there are only a few thousand people, most of the men, women, young and old are acquaintances, it is extremely difficult for strangers to get in and get close to the palace. If he cannot avenge his parents and tribe members, his life will be meaningless.

While thinking, Meng He sighed and said, "The snow outside seems to be getting heavier and heavier. I just hope that the heaven of immortality can stop tomorrow. Otherwise, heavy snow will block the mountain and it will be difficult for us to get out."

At this time, Haninohai said: "It is not necessary to find a way out if the mountain is closed with heavy snow. Menghe, have you forgotten that we came out of Badatota City and were chased by the three royal people to Qisai Mountain. Then we surrounded it for a whole month until the heavy snow blocked all the intersections of Qisai Mountain. The people of the three royal people thought we had no food inside and could not hold on to the spring snow, so they evacuated. But they did not expect that Prince Hadan Zhaorige would take our Tatarot tribes to cross the mountains and ridges and go out from another place. The Choba Mountain area is so large, and if this road is closed, I don't believe there is no other way."

Zhang Haotian listened silently. When Haninohai's last sentence "This road is closed, I don't believe there is no other way" came into his ears, his brain, which was a little numb from the cold, suddenly became clear and ethereal as if he was enlightened. Thinking about what he saw at Botgeki's tribe today, he suddenly said: "No, we won't leave tomorrow."

When everyone heard Zhang Haotian suddenly said this, they were stunned. Meng He quickly said, "Prince, there is no delay here. When the old prince was able to take the Tatarot tribe out of Qisai Mountain, it was because the snow was not long since Qisai Mountain was sealed, and the snow was not thick. Moreover, there were still thousands of people in the Tatarot tribe at that time, so they could dig snow and open the road very quickly. If we didn't leave, we would have been very troublesome when the snow had accumulated over our legs."

Haninohai quickly agreed, "Yes, prince, you haven't spent the cold winter in the mountains, and you don't understand some things. If we don't leave, we can only return to Botgeqi's tribe."

At this moment, Zhang Haotian suddenly said: "I just want to return to Botgeqi's territory, and it's tonight."

When everyone heard Zhang Haotian's words, they were even more surprised. Haninohai said: "Didn't Botge's troops not welcome us? When we go back, wouldn't we be bored and most of them would be expelled again."

Zhang Haotian nodded and said, "Botgeqi's army will not welcome us, so I can only be an uninvited guest. I will sneak into Bootgeqi's army alone after a while."

When Meng He heard this, he hurriedly said, "It's not OK to sneak into Botgeqi's tribe alone. It's too dangerous. Prince, do you still want to convince Prince Baoyin of Tumen? Since he is so heartless to our Tatarot tribe, you will be afraid that it will be difficult for you to succeed when you go rashly."

Zhang Haotian said: "I didn't expect to convince Tumen Baoyin, but this time I went to Botgeqi's tribe, and I found something very strange, so I wanted to find someone to confirm it. Maybe there is another opportunity for the Tatarot tribe."

Zhang Haotian's words made Hanino Haimeng and others confused and didn't know what he said, but he understood that the prince had always been calm and would not talk nonsense. At that moment, Hanino Hai said, "Prince, since you are going back, I will accompany you."

Zhang Haotian shook his head and said, "No, this matter must be carried out in secret. Once it is discovered by the people from Botgeqi's troops, it will be over. I will go alone, and the goal is much smaller and it is not easy to be discovered."

Haninohai was still worried and said, "But your injury..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Haotian waved his hand and said, "My injury has healed and will not have any impact on the action. You are here to wait. I will come back to notify if there is anything."

After saying this, he stood up, without a rifle, but with only a scimitar, and headed out of the hole.

As soon as he came out of the hole, the cold wind as fierce as a knife hit the face, and the goose feather-like snow slammed on his face, making people feel like falling into an ice cellar. Zhang Haotian couldn't help but pull the leather hat, tightened his collars, and went down the slope toward the settlement of Botgeqi's tribe. He did not ride the "Nisgbari", one was that he would have a bigger horse's goal, and the other was that he could not hide it outside Botgeqi's tribe. The horse could only freeze to death, and he could only work harder for himself.

From here to the settlement of Botgeqi's territory, it was at least twenty kilometers. The snow had covered his calves at this time. Zhang Haotian was walking in the snow with deep and shallow feet. In the quiet night, he could only listen to the continuous sound of "crunching" snow.

After walking in the snow for more than two hours, we arrived at the first lake, which was the hill that appeared in Solri. Although we understood that Botgeki's troops had never been attacked and the defense would not be too strict. We might have sent a sentry at night, in order to successfully sneak into Botgeki's troops, Zhang Haotian did not dare to be careless. He walked around a big circle and passed the hill that appeared in Solri and continued to move forward. After more than an hour, he arrived at the third lake, which was outside the settlement of Botgeki's troops.

At this time, in order to make his movements more quickly and easily, Zhang Haotian took off his sable coat and was wearing only a gray cotton coat and lay in the snow to observe the front.

Decades of peace have indeed left Botge's troops without any precautions. The entire yurt group does not even have fences, just some windproof lanterns, and no sentries are on duty.

Despite this, Zhang Haotian did not dare to be careless. He crawled like a wolf in the snow and sneaked to the right side of the yurt group, and then flashed into the group.

It was obvious that the snow was swept through the outside of each yurt during the day, and there was not much accumulation at this time. There was no light in all the bags, but the sound of men snoring like thunder was constantly coming.

Zhang Haotian's goal of coming in was to find Nashatele. The situation he saw in the main tent today made him feel that there was obviously something wrong with Botge's tribe. Natumen Baoyin had been manipulated and controlled by the great princess Barina. Zatele seemed to be excluded. Moreover, this person had met his father and was not hostile to the people of the Tatarot tribe. If you talk to him, you might get unexpected gains.

Nashatle was a nobleman in the tribe, so naturally he could not live in the yurt outside. Zhang Haotian went inside, but tried to lift his feet and let it go without sound. You must know that in this quiet night, even a dream can spread far away.

After about ten minutes of walking, Zhang Haotian could no longer tell the direction in the dense yurts. At this time, he had to use one way to find someone.

When he arrived next to a small yurt, he heard snoring sounds coming from inside. Zhang Haotian drew out a scimitar, quietly cut a hole from top to bottom, and then got in.

At this moment, Zhang Haotian's eyes were used to the darkness. In addition, there was a stove for roasting fire in the middle of the tent. The situation in the tent could be seen vaguely. There was no object in the room, and there was only one person asleep. The snoring was not loud, so he should be a teenager.

According to the Mongolian rules, boys who are sixteen years old usually have to sleep with their parents and start to have their own yurts. Twenty meters away from this yurt, there is a large yurt, which is naturally the residence of the young parents, that is, the main account of the family.

Zhang Haotian quickly walked to the boy's shop, saw clearly his sleeping posture, and reached out to cover his mouth.

The boy was sleeping soundly, and suddenly covered his mouth and woke up immediately, but his mouth was covered, and he could only make a subtle sound from his nose.

Zhang Haotian's knife was already on his neck and whispered: "I don't want to kill you, but if you dare to speak, I will cut your throat. Have you heard it clearly?"

The young man nodded repeatedly, indicating that he had heard clearly.

Zhang Haotian relaxed his hands a little, and then said, "What's your name? I said softly."

A man suddenly broke into the darkness and put a knife on his neck. The boy was so shocked that his heart was beating and said in a very low voice: "My name is Tenger."

Tengger means "sky" in Mongolian language, and there are many Mongolians calling this name. Zhang Haotian immediately said: "Do you know where Mr. Xia Tele lives?"

The young man Tengel nodded quickly.

Zhang Haotian probably didn't have the courage to shout, and said, "Okay, get up quickly, get dressed, and take me to the yurt where Mr. Shatle lives."

The young man dared not disobey. He groped in the dark and put on his clothes, so he stood up. His figure was not tall. He had just passed Zhang Haotian's shoulders. He couldn't figure out who this big man was, and he felt even more frightened.

Zhang Haotian grabbed one of his arms, pressed his waist with a scimitar, and drilled out directly from the cut hole he had cut. The young man took him to the northwest.

Walking through various yurts, Zhang Haotian asked: "Are there any sentry patrols here?"

Tengger shook his head and said, "No outside, but when you arrive at the place where you masters live, someone will patrol."
Chapter completed!