After recuperating in the yurt for two days, under the magical effect of Qilin blood coagulation and Timur's careful care, Achong's paralyzed legs finally gradually became conscious.

On this day, Timur came in with a pair of crutches and said to Achong with a smile: "Suril and Ke helped you get two crutches. Let's take you out for a walk. Moving your legs and feet will be good for your body to recover."

A Chong nodded: "Thank you, Brother Su..."

In order to protect A Chong's identity, Timur lied to the public that A Chong was one of his distant cousins. Originally, Timur planned to be a brother to A Chong, but under A Chong's strong opposition, he had to recognize him as his cousin. In this way, Surile and Ke, who were in their forties, had to call him a cousin. This made A Chong very embarrassed.

Surile Heke is a Mongolian man with a rough appearance and cheerful personality, with a happy face all day long. Timur translated it for A Chong. Surile Heke means "magnificent" in Chinese, which is very consistent with his image.

Achong slowly walked to the door with a crutch, and Timur helped him lift the tent.

This was the first time A Chong stepped out of the yurt in a few days. When he went out, he was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him. He thought he was living in a lonely tent on the grassland, but he didn't expect that what caught his eye was the endless yurt!

It was time to cook dinner, and smoke rose from each of the yurts, which made the entire sky mist under the sunset.

Timur pointed to a gray city in the distance and said, "It is the Mongolian capital Ulaanbaatar. The country of Mongolia has a total population of only more than 3 million, and most of them are gathered here. Many people work in the city during the day and return to the yurts in the suburbs at night."

"What do these people usually do?" A Chong looked at the scattered yurts around him, most of which were relatively dilapidated. From a distance, it looked a bit like a refugee camp and a slum.

"Mongolia's economy is relatively simple, except for mining, it is animal husbandry. However, the economy is in a downturn and minerals cannot be sold. In addition, many young people do not like animal husbandry, and more and more people abandon their ancestors' skills and go to big cities to idle.

People here don’t have any environmental awareness. They start burning coal to keep warm as soon as autumn and winter comes. Look, a city with less than 2 million people can still produce smog!”

It was already past the beginning of autumn. Although many cities in China were still as hot as fire, the evening of the northern grasslands was quite chilly. At night, the lowest temperature was closer to zero. Some yurts began to burn coal to keep warm, and the air was filled with the smell of coal soot.

"You see, this is the current situation in Mongolia. The dignified capital is not as good as the construction of a third- and fourth-tier city in China. The gap has become increasingly larger in recent years, far worse than that in China!"

Timur looked at the gray sky in the distance and said calmly. Although he was nominally a Mongolian, he always regarded himself as a Han person in his tone.

Perhaps, he has a pure and innocent heart than any Han person.

"What do you do for seniors usually?" A Chong asked softly.

"The people in our family mainly operate on the border between Mongolia and Han. Surile and Ke are coal truck drivers, and they mainly run long-distance transportation between Mongolia and Inner Mongolia. Now the business is not good, and he has been shutting down for a while.

I am old now and can’t run anymore. I used to do some livestock business in the mainland, and occasionally I would serve as guides for tourists from Inner Mongolia and Tibetan areas. In order to find the whereabouts of the Iron Cavalry Order, my footprints are spread all over the northern desert, and some places are more familiar than locals."

Timur said slowly, and a smile suddenly emerged in his eyes.

Looking into the distance, I saw a group of little boys in Mongolian robes running on horseback on the grassland. There were many motorcycles on both sides galloping with them, and the scene looked very lively.

Timur took a step forward, stretched out his fingers and sucked a melodious whistle at his mouth. A child in the lead turned his horse's head and rushed towards him. After a while, the little rider ran to them and jumped down from the horse's back lightly. The little boy looked only ** years old, and he was not as tall as his shoulders when he stood there.

A rare hint of joy appeared on Timur's face, "His name is Arislan, my little grandson! In the future, he will be a man who will inherit my legacy!"

Timur said and pounded his chest. Judging from the old man's proud expression, Arislan is probably the descendant of the next generation of Canglang.

"Grandpa, uncle!" Arislan led the horse to the two of them and shouted crisply.

"You can speak Chinese, too?" A Chong looked at the childish little boy in confusion.

"Arislan, tell my uncle what your name means in Chinese." Timur said kindly as he looked at the little boy.

"Uncle, Arislan means a lion in Chinese!" the little boy said loudly, his eyes full of pride.

Timur turned to Achong and explained: "Arislan has been learning Chinese from me since he was a child. Although the Canglang clan has lived in the northern part of the Seychelles for generations, we have never forgotten the identity of our descendants of the Han people."

A Chong nodded. There were many Chinese books hidden in Timur's yurt, including classical books such as "Records of the Grand Historian" and "Book of Han", as well as popular popular books such as "Three Hundred Tang Poems and Song Poems", and "Five Thousand Years of China" [31 Novel Network                                                                                                                                                                                                                   �

Timur pondered for a moment and said to Achong, "Try not to speak Chinese in Ulaanbaatar. Many people here do not like Han people. There are many historical reasons here. I will tell you in detail if you have the chance in the future."

A Chong nodded. In the past few months in Mongolia, many herders he met were simple and friendly, but the situation he encountered in a slightly larger town was completely opposite. Many people became very bad when they heard him speak Chinese.

"Although many Mongolians hate Han people, many large-scale projects in Mongolia were built with domestic assistance. Urabato's largest department store was imitated according to the model of Wangfujing, the capital city, and many of the goods sold here are also made in China." Timur's face was sarcastic when he said this.

As the two were talking, a noisy sound suddenly came from the distance, and a group of Mongolians were quarreling fiercely, and the tall and strong Surile and Ke were also caught in it and joined in the fun.

Timur frowned at the crowd and said to Arislan: "Go and see what's going on."

Arislan handed the reins of the horse to his grandfather and ran over. After a while, he brought Surile and Ke back.

"Grandpa and uncle, there are three Han people over there. They said they were looking for someone." Arislan said crisply.

"As soon as those people came, they yelled, saying that a companion was lost here. When they heard them speak Chinese, Daiqin took people to surround them." Surile and Ke said gloatingly.

This big man, who is nearly two meters tall, can even speak Chinese, but it sounds stumbling and has a very obvious accent, not as fluent as Timur and Arislan said.

"They are not Han people, they are Gurkha mercenaries!" A Chong said suddenly.

A Chong had excellent eyesight. Although he was very far apart, he still saw the bulging waists and the exposed scimitar hilts. These people definitely did not understand the customs of Ulaanbaatar and thought that Chinese could be used here, which caused public anger.

Timur nodded and said to Surile and Ke: "Go and teach them a lesson and drive them away! Don't let them make trouble here!"

Seeing Timur's face was solemn, Surile and Ke nodded vigorously. They rubbed their palms as big as palm fan and turned around and walked towards the crowd. It seemed that these Gurkha mercenaries would inevitably be beaten up.

"Let's go, let's go back to the tent!" Timur turned around and said to Achong.

Although A Chong has changed into a Mongolian outfit, wearing a wide Mongolian robe and a fur hat, at first glance, he is the A Chong from the previous few days. But to be on the safe side, he still has to avoid the eyeliner of these Gurkha mercenaries.

When the two returned to the tent, A Chong sat on the edge of the bed and whispered, "My identity may have been exposed, I have to leave here as soon as possible."

Achong knew in his heart that these Gurkha mercenaries might have been tracking him, and he did not want to implicate Timur and his tribe. Although Surile and Ke are many people now, these three Gurkha mercenaries dare not do anything. But after all, they are well-trained professional mercenaries. If they knew that they were hiding here, they would inevitably use sneak attacks behind their backs, and Timur's tribe members would probably suffer.

Timur shook his head and said, "You can't even stand firm now, and a child can push you down. I can't just let you go like that - don't worry, you're safe here. These people are not here for you."

Achong looked at Timur in wonder. Apart from himself, what other reasons did the Gurkha mercenaries come to this northern wasteland?

Timur nodded affirmatively to Achong, "When Surile and Ke dealt with those people, I have something to tell you."

Seeing that the old man was keeping him in hiding again, A Chong had to sit honestly beside the bed, staring at the window in a daze.

After a while, Surile and Ke lifted the tent and walked in happily, talking to Timur with a gurgling sound.

"Speak Chinese!" Timur said with a frown.

Although Surile and Ke can speak Chinese, they seem not used to saying it normally. After being scolded by the old man, they touched their heads and smiled at A Chong.

"The bastards were beaten by us, and they climbed into the car and ran away. Arislan was following them on horseback."

"Will he be a child be in danger?" A Chong looked at Timur with some concern.

These Gurkha mercenaries are cruel and ruthless, and Arislan is really a little kid who is with the past.

Timur's face looked calm: "Don't worry, Arislan is very smart, he knows how to do it."

After saying that, he turned to Surile and Ke and said, "Is that person still locked up there?"

Surile and Ke nodded vigorously, "I'm still locked up there. I'll check it twice a day, tied it tightly!"

"Go and bring him here, don't let others discover it." Timur said.

Surile and Ke nodded and walked out with great strides.

Timur looked at A Chong with a confused look on his face and grinned: "You may not know yet, why did we suddenly appear there when you were hunted down that night?"
Chapter completed!