Chapter 434 The Melody on the Horseback

The grassland golden eagle is nearly one meter long, with two wings spreading, and its claws are full of strength, so it can kill foxes. Herders often use him to herd cattle and sheep, and even more competent than sheepdogs. Even the grassland wolf will be expelled by the golden eagle.

Fatty also knows a little about the golden eagle, but it mainly comes from Jin Daxia's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". Although it is written on it a bit mysterious, the power of the grassland golden eagle can also be seen. However, generally speaking, grassland herders rarely aim their bows and arrows at the golden eagle.

Moreover, this kind of prey has an extremely longing for the sky and freedom, and is extremely arrogant. If a prairie golden eagle is put in a cage, the result will be that it will kill alive and end its unyielding life vigorously.

"Qiqi, call Xiaobai back!" The fat man hurriedly greeted him loudly. If the two eagles fight, there will be a injury. The fat man doesn't want to see such a scene. Although the battle between the two eagles will definitely be extremely heroic.

"Xiaobai--" Qiqi's crisp voice immediately recalled, and the little guy probably also saw that the golden eagle seemed to be bigger than Xiaobai.

However, Xiaobai is no longer obedient this time. Facing similar people, the eagle will never retreat.

The eagle flies in the sky, the horse's hooves fly on the grass, and the quiet grassland becomes boiling in an instant.

The fat man didn't dare to neglect, so he spread his legs and ran forward. The golden eagle came with the herds of horses, probably with the herdsmen, so it would be best that they could stop this battle.

"White Condor—" There were indeed several tough men wearing Mongolian robes and felt hats on their heads on their horses. When they saw Xiaobai in the sky, they immediately rolled down. They all looked solemn, put their right hand on their chests, and muttered in their mouths, but this time the fat man couldn't understand.

The fat man suddenly remembered that the Mongolians advocate whiteness, and celebrating the Spring Festival is called "White Festival", and the sacrifice of Hada is mostly white. It seems that Xiaobai, the white eagle, is the incarnation of immortality in their minds.

The Mongolians believe that the heaven is eternal, so they believe in "Changshengtian". The Mongolian word "Tenggeli" is called "Tenggeli", which is also a manifestation of their advocacy of nature. (For example, the singer has Tenggele)

Because the eagle is the king of the sky, it is most respected by the Mongols, and the white eagle is only found in legend. I didn’t expect that today I could see it with my own eyes.

The fat man also imitated their appearance, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly: "Friend, please call your golden eagles back, don't ask them to beat them!"

The people also showed panic on their faces, and they obviously realized this problem. However, the grassland golden eagle was not raised by them. It also saw Xiaobai breaking into his airspace and flew over.

"No matter how high the golden eagle flies, it cannot be separated from the nest on the ground. Friends from afar, that holy eagle was brought by you. We have no choice but to break into the territory of the golden eagle." One of the men with wide quotations also returned the favor to the fat man and spoke very skillfully in Chinese. In fact, most Mongolians speak Chinese, and most Han cadres working in Mongolian can speak fluent Mongolian.

The fat man scratched his head hard and looked up, he saw Xiaobai and the golden eagle already encountered in the air. However, the scene of the feathers flying away and life-and-death fighting did not appear. The two big eagles suddenly bypassed the moment they were about to hit, then circled in the air, and began to rush into the sky with all their might. Gradually, they turned into two black dots and disappeared from people's sight.

On the ground, people cheered, and Qiqi slapped her little face hard. She was worried just now.

A stone in the fat man's heart also fell to the ground: "Hehe, I guess, that golden eagle must be a female." Then, he carefully looked at the Mongolian men in front of him.

Their figures are strong, with red faces, wide foreheads, and a few have beards. They are knee-length Mongolian robes and long boots. They walk in such tall grass all year round. This kind of boots is very necessary.

From them, in addition to feeling tough and simple, the fat man also had a very unique aura. After thinking about it for a while, the fat man finally understood that maybe it was a natural aura. After all, this nation is closer to nature.

Wu Kun communicated with the other party for a while, and soon he spoke the heroes on the horses and bursts of hearty laughter. The fat man understood that Wu Kun always praised the Mongolian horses they were riding.

Speaking of Mongolian herdsmen, they didn’t ask “Have you eaten” or how the other party was in good health, but first greeted the other party’s livestock. It seems that it is important for different ethnic groups to get along well and understand each other’s customs.

These Mongolian men were very hospitable and jumped off the horse and gave the mount to the guests, leaving only two people to lead the way. Jin Dali simply rolled onto the horse's back, lifted the reins in his hand, took a short walk, and then took a thumbs up.

However, Wang Sanpao, Dapizi and Fatty had never ridden a horse before, and he really didn't dare to try it. The owner of the car had ridden a horse, but he just rode slowly on the horse, and ran like the Mongolian men just now, but he never dared to.

Xiao Qiqi, however, was not afraid of the world. She came to a red horse and wanted to raise her toes and patted the horse's forehead. There was a white hair on it, like a small star.

But her figure was too short to reach it at all. The red horse raised its head, and Qiqi couldn't even touch its mouth.

At this moment, something that surprised the herdsmen happened. The red horse suddenly lowered its head and reached into Qiqi's arms and arched. Herdsmen who were familiar with the horses knew that this was a sign of goodwill, and they would usually only be so intimate with the owner.

Qiqi touched its forehead and ears with satisfaction, and asked, "Would you like to carry me?"

After saying that, I wanted to turn the horse on my back. But I was too short and finally lifted one foot high and placed it on the stirrup, but I couldn't reach the saddle at all.

Things that surprised the herdsmen immediately appeared again. The red horse suddenly knelt down with its two front hooves and its body was shorter. Look at its posture, it was obviously called Qiqi to get on the horse.

"How good!" Qiqi patted the neck of the maroon horse, then rode on the horse's back smoothly, clutching the ring in front of the saddle with both hands. The maroon horse stood up, took a step, and slowly moved forward on the grass. Qiqi's cheers also recalled: "Oh-I can finally ride a horse-"

The herdsmen's eyes were attracted by Qiqi, and they couldn't understand how this little girl called the jujube horse and bowed her head.

"Xiaoyu, do you want to ride a horse?" The fat man saw that the big braid looked eager to try, so he asked softly.

Big Braid nodded, and then walked to a red horse. Although she was a little nervous, she was more of an expectation.

The fat man held his hands and finally got on the horse's back. He held the reins with one hand and grabbed the saddle with the other, and clamped his legs tightly. This was a big mess. This horse usually developed a habit, and clamped his legs with one hand, which was to command it to move forward.

Before the fat man could let go, the horse ran away. The big braided body immediately leaned back and forth, scaring her so much that she even let go of the reins and grabbed the saddle with both hands. Seeing that Qiqi was riding easily just now, but when it was her turn, it was not the case.

A herder whistled, and the red horse stopped. The big braided face looked a little pale, but such a thrilling experience was rare, so she had no intention of falling down.

The herdsmen temporarily added some common sense to everyone on horseback, and then warned them to ride slowly. A person who can't ride a horse easily falls off the horse's back, and if he doesn't have time to pull his feet out of the stirrup, he will be dragged and run on the ground. That would be a pity.

The big braid had mastered some fur and was finally able to ride a horse slowly. Seeing her red face full of excitement, the fat man felt that the trip was worth it.

Wang Sanpao and the boss of Che were already on the horse, and in the end, only the fat man was still poking. A leading herdsman couldn't help but ask, "Why don't the guest from afar?"

The horse is a friend of the Mongolians. If you offer a horse to you but don’t ride it, you will be considered to look down on him. Seeing that the look on the herdsmen’s face was no longer as kind as before, the fat man could only smile bitterly and scratch the back of his head: “I’m too heavy, so it’s better to walk on the ground.”

"Hahaha--" the herdsmen laughed in unison: "You underestimate our Mongolian horses too much. Some of our fighters who participated in Nadamu are stronger than you."

Nadamu, the fat man knows one thing, it's a bit like a sports meet, but the competition events are all traditional competitive events of the Mongolians, but it's a bit unclear what kind of sport this beck is.

"Boke is Mongolian wrestling." Wu Kun explained to the fat man next to him. The fat man then realized that thinking about those wrestlers, especially those who are indistinguishable, the fat man also had a clear idea.

So he picked the strongest one among the remaining horses, and without stepping on the stirrups, he flew up directly.

The herdsmen were shocked: With such a fat body, coupled with the whereabouts, they could really push the horse down. What kind of heart is this guy feeling?

Unexpectedly, the fat man fell lightly on the saddle like four taels of cotton. Apart from his own weight, he did not put too much pressure on the horse under his crotch.

This move made the herdsmen who grew on horseback every day cheered, it turned out that this fat man was so skillful. The Mongolians respected heroes the most, so they didn't realize it was closer to the fat man.

But soon the fat man frowned again: "This saddle is too small, a bit of a butt."

It’s not that your butt is too big. Herders are all thinking, but they don’t say this.

The fat man gently knocked on his heel, and the horse walked forward. The fat man carefully understood the rhythm of the horse walking. Now his senses are very sharp. In a blink of an eye, his body slightly fluctuated, as if it was integrated with the horse under his crotch.

Several herders couldn't help but look at the fat man with admiration. They all gradually formed this habit after riding horses for several years. But this fat man was obviously a newbie in riding horses. Is he so talented?

From Qiqi to Fatty, the shepherds had too many surprises today. There is no way, who told them to be the strange duo?

The fat man was very satisfied with this feeling. It was so wonderful, so he no longer satisfies the speed of traveling. He clamped his legs and rushed forward with his horse under his crotch, then spread his four hooves and ran all the way.

"Dangerous-" the herdsmen shouted in unison, as hospitality children of the grassland, they must not see the guests in danger. So, the two herdsmen leaped onto the remaining two horses and chased the fat man.
Chapter completed!