Chapter 77 - Barreta Burke And the Thief

Verse 77 - Barreta Burke and the old thief held Lin Mo's hand as they walked towards the yurt not far away and asked: "My name is Bulambai

Unlike the han people, I don't have a surname

You can just call me uncle Bulambai - the latest chapter of the Martial Arts

- what's the guest's name

Where are you going

" Bulambai, the word" wind" means" wind

"" My name is Molin

I'm traveling alone

" Lin Mo activated a new identity name, directly stating the purpose of his visit, and his itinerary was not a secret

This foreign name was the name he was most likely to reveal or leak

" Travel

" The old man Bulambai was silent for a moment

" I advise you not to go south

It's a desert

Don't go in alone

It's too dangerous

" As far as he knew, the south had always been the territory of the east turkistan separatists

This young man went alone, especially as a han chinese

" It doesn't matter

I know a friend who's doing business in a town nearby

I'm going to look for him this time too

I won't go too far south

" Lin Mo found an excuse to cover it up

In the early 1990s, after the independence of the central asian countries, the separatist organizations in Kazakhstan and other central asian countries, under the banner of" east turkestan," posed a threat to the security of the central asian countries and regions, and never stopped terrorist activities

Lieutenant colonel xie of the intelligence team once pointed out the regional power distribution map of Lin Mo, and behind these armed organizations, there were the shadow of" World peace conference,"" the east iraq movement" and" the uygur party" and other separatist forces

" How about I let my second son, Barreta Burke, guide you and protect you

My sons are all eagles on the grassland

" Bulambai nuzzled his mouth at a few burly men who were pulling a fat sheep out of the flock and shouting at them as they prepared to cut

Facing uncle Bulambai's enthusiasm, Lin Mo could not refuse

With a local as a guide, the safety factor could be slightly increased

" Well, thank uncle Bulambai

"" Hehe, good

It's really a guest from allah, that's right

" Bulambai laughed and his white beard trembled

He was already embarrassed when Lin Mo insisted on returning the horse that he had stolen from the horse thief

Lin Mo was able to accept his kindness, which made him more balanced

The night shrouded the endless grassland, and the green in his vision turned black

Sparks were constantly popping out of the oven in the felt room

The aroma of spiced lamb charred, mixed with the sweetness of milk, made everyone happy

Bulambai personally brought water for Lin Mo to wash his hands and put the plate of roasted sheep in front of him

According to custom, Lin Mo cut off a piece of the cheek meat of the sheep's head and tasted it first, then cut off his left ear, and finally cut off the sheep's head and sent it back to uncle Bulambai

After this process, the dinner for Lin Mo officially began

Hand-picked mutton, horse intestines, baowulshak (oil and fruit), rice, jeanette (mixed with cold food such as millet, flour, oil, honey, etc

), and a variety of ethnic delicacies were presented

Lin Mo was not polite either

The more cautious and polite he was here, the more disrespectful he was to his master

The more he ate, the more he ate

Only then will the master be happier, which is what all the hospitable nomads have in common

At dawn, Lin Mo led the jujube horse and uncle Bulambai's son, balata burke, to the south

Barreta Burke was a quiet man with a red face

Although he could understand and speak a few simple chinese words, he could barely communicate with Lin Mo through gestures

At noon, a few pieces of dried meat, nang and milk tea would be served

By now, they were close to the boundary of the grassland and desert

The originally lush grassland was gradually sparse, and large boulders were growing

It was not until evening that Lin Mo and baltar burke saw the hidden starlight lights and the shadow of the town in the distance

" There, guns, people, it's dangerous

Be careful

" Barreta Burke had obviously heard of this town

Although it had no name and was hard to find on the map, he also knew that it was a gathering place for outlaws, criminals and gold diggers

The people here were all dangerous except speculators who wanted to take the risk and get a vote

Barreta Burke and his father couldn't understand why this young man from china would insist on coming to such a place

However, there are so many reasons in the world that people can't understand

Bulambai and others didn't intend to stop them again and again

They could only remind them in good faith many times

" I understand

Thank you for sending me here, Barreta Burke

You go back first

I'll take care of myself

" Lin Mo had already seen the junction on the map, jumped off the horse and carried his backpack on his back

The reins and whip were handed to Barreta Burke

" Okay, I won't use this jujube horse at the back

Take it back and say thank you to uncle Bulambai for me

" The red-faced prairie man looked in the direction of the town, frowned, stammered a few lips, shook his head, and did not take the reins and whip that Lin Mo had handed him

Although it was extremely difficult to speak chinese, it was obvious that this warm-hearted man was genuinely concerned about Lin Mo

" How stubborn

" Lin Mo shook his head, took back the reins, nodded, and did not brush Barreta Burke's good intentions

" Well, let's stay in town for a night

You can go back tomorrow morning

Don't worry

" The danger that uncle Bulambai and Barreta Burke were talking about was no threat to Lin Mo

Now that he's here, he might as well start a killing spree

Jin Bi on his wrist seemed to feel Lin Mo's murderous vibe, and the crystal clear non-glass surface was slightly rippling like water

It seemed that this town was no different from other towns

There were tourists like him everywhere

There were people riding horses, driving cars, walking alone and in groups

Lin Mo and Barreta Burke walked on the street in a small way

He didn't even look at himself strangely

Perhaps in this small town on the edge of the desert, outsiders are not uncommon

There are all kinds of races

The appearance of the kazaks and the han people themselves is not very different, not to mention Lin Mo's side has the original taste of the kazak man dressed in national clothes, the natural cover makes lin mo not particularly eye-catching

" Ouch

" A young boy's voice sounded, and Lin Mo felt the impact at the same time

He lowered his gaze to look for the joint, only to find a little boy bumping into his arms

" I'm sorry

I'm sorry

" The little boy had a russian accent and kept bowing and apologizing to Lin Mo

Kazakhstan was originally a member of the soviet union

Although the national language was in kazakh, russian was still the official language

" Get out of here, kid

" Baletta burke's eyes widened as he chased them away in the harshly spoken language

It was not a good thing to bump into each other inexplicably in such a place

The little boy did not dare to say anything, as if his face had turned white from Barreta Burke's fright

He quickly backed down and bowed

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he was held down by a hand on his shoulder and wrenched back

" Boy, give me back my wallet

" Lin Mo said directly

Although he did not know any of the languages, he was very careful to find that after he spoke, the little boy's eyes rolled around a few times, showing a trace of panic

Obviously, he understood chinese as well

The little boy waved his hand and shook his head as he spoke a language that Lin Mo could not understand

He wanted to seal the seal

Lin mo smiled and pretended not to understand

He shook his head and waved his hand

It was obvious that he was pretending

He didn't talk much and searched the little boy

A yellow leather wallet appeared in Lin Mo's hand

There was a lot of money and cards

The moment the wallet was found on his body, the little boy turned pale and struggled desperately to escape from the owner

In some parts of central asia, there is a special custom

The thief who is caught is likely to be cut off by the owner, especially the horse thief

But how could a normal little boy compare to Dragon knight's strength

No matter how hard the little boy struggled, Lin Mo's hand did not relax

He was not old enough to steal it from him

He seemed to have a good eye

His wallet was a small matter

Lin Mo was worried about finding someone in the town to ask for information about the contact

The little guy bumped into the door himself

Lin Mo smiled

The little boy struggled with his fists and kicks at Lin Mo and shouted clumsily in chinese," let go, let go of me, help

There are traffickers

Robbing people

" Sure enough, the little boy knew chinese and could turn the tables

This threat was not meant for others to hear, but specifically for Lin Mo

As long as Lin Mo panicked, the little boy immediately ran away

He was a snake in the ground

It was really hard to find which hidden corner he was hiding in

But what's the use of this

As Dragon knight, he had never seen any kind of battle before

As a high-end strategic force of the country, no matter in the other world or in this world, there was special training

It was impossible for people to protect him all the time

If he had no experience in dealing with it, he would not be easily killed by the insignificant people

The name of the town's contact was Ah Ji, a short, fat, narrow-eyed, middle-aged man in his fifties

He had been a bandit before

Ever since he married a uygur wife, he had been a gold basin cleaner

Sometimes he did some dirty work to earn some money, but no one knew his original name

All the people who knew him shouted," Lin Mo is here to contact him for the next step, because in this area where all kinds of forces are intertwined, it is difficult for a stranger to go deep, and he is likely to be attacked by the vigilant armed forces or underworld forces

" Just as he was about to ask for the address of the contact, a stone with a howl hit Lin Mo hard

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