Talented Young Lady

At one end of the valley there was a stream running down the mountain with white snow peaks, and on one side was a dense forest.

On the other side of the mountain, a small hole was dug out.

In front of the small hole is a pile of stone.

In front of the stone, there are two waves of people facing each other.

On one side, there are seven or eight young Tibetans in Tibetan robes, armed with Tibetan knives, riding tall horses with fierce faces.

On the other side are three men in overalls with long gun cutters in their hands I can't see men of any nationality.

Sando's face changed slightly, pulled the reins, and when I got close to him, he said, "remember, you're here to travel. Hire me to take you into the mountains."

My head order is the same as chicken pecking rice, even three times.

Sando took the reins and led me down a little. He shot his rifle into the air. When everyone in the valley looked over, he called out.

He speaks Tibetan, which I can't understand.

But I can see that the three men in overalls, when they saw sando, softened a little, to be exact, a sigh of relief.

The faces of the young men in Tibetan robes also changed. One of them yelled at sando.

Sando's face was a little heavy. He reined his horse and called two more words at the bottom.

They talked back and forth for several times, but I didn't understand a word. Instead, they secretly pointed the camera they had been holding to the bottom, adjusted it to the maximum focus, and then turned on the recording option.

"Girl, you wait here." Just two minutes later, sando said back to me.

I was so scared that I hid the camera under the horse's belly. I pressed to stop and said, "what's the matter? What happened? "

"Those people belong to the gawa family. Their mountain was blown down by some Han people. Originally, they said that someone would come to talk about compensation, but in the end, they talked about half of it. If they hadn't found out, most of the mountain would have been blown up." Said sando with some indignation on his face.

"Well, then..." I tucked the camera into my pocket and pointed down slightly.

What are these people looking for at the quarry?

"They want to search the factory. They say that the explosives of those people, which they had seized, have come out again. They suspect that the people from the stone factory provided the explosives." "What's more, the man who negotiated with them also ran away, and they suspected that the man had escaped into our home territory."

I, er, thought to myself, I'm afraid it's the man who escaped this way, so they suspect you're a gang.

"I'll go over there." Said sando, handing me the reins in his hand.

"But they..." I was a little worried and pointed to the knives in my hands.

Although sando has a gun, there are many people on the other side.

"It's OK." Sando's lips curled slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his face. He said, "although my father had moved his mind, he still listened to some of his words. There was no explosives in the stone factory. The stones were cut by cutting machines. I took them in to have a look. As for people, the mountain is so big that outsiders can't tell the direction when they come in If you want to mess with me, sando is not easy to be provoked

"Anyway, be careful." I'm still a little worried.

"Well, hold the reins yourself. Don't move. Wait for me here." Sangduo nodded and told me to go down with his legs sandwiched in his horse's abdomen.

I grabbed the reins and looked at him nervously, then walked on leisurely.

He watched as sando stepped into the middle of the group, dismounted, and said a loud word.

The man in the frock put down the cutting machine and other things in his hand and retreated. One of them went to a small wooden house in front of the cave and opened the door.

Sando's gun swayed at the Tibetans. Some of them got off their horses and went to the hut to check.

Before long, the man came out and yelled at the Tibetans twice.

Sando and the men in the three overalls looked relaxed.

Then sando said a few more words.

Seeing that the faces of the people on both sides were relaxed, the Tibetans still dismounted one after another. It seemed that the conflict would not be serious. My heart was relieved.

I secretly took out the camera, facing the stone below, turned the focus to the maximum, and started shooting.

At that time, I thought, no matter what, since I arrived here, I would always bring something back. Even if I didn't show it to the boss, I had to know what the quality of these stones was.

It's better to give sang more advice, so that they won't be cheated.

It's just my position at that time. If you want to take a clear picture, you have to take the camera with both hands to find the direction.

So I let go of the reins.

While I was trying to adjust my direction to shoot below, there was a flash of light on the side of the mountain forest, and then two horses rushed out.

The first one, while shouting, fired a shot at the valley.I was so surprised that my hands were shaking, and my subconscious hand turned the camera in a direction.

The faces of the people in the valley also changed. Sando took up the gun, yelled and hid behind the stone heap. The rest of the people followed his actions.

All the people in the valley haven't been well hidden. The two horses have already rushed out of the forest. A pole held by a man behind him, who doesn't know what, erupts into flames.

The violent gunfire shook the whole valley.

The pony I rode sneezed and slipped for a while, then turned around and ran over to the stone river.

I was bumped to the air, if not for the previous experience, I would have been bumped down.

I screamed, put the camera in my pocket, and quickly went to grab the reins.

But by this time the pony had already run, and the reins were flickering.

In order to keep my balance, it couldn't hold the reins.

Fortunately, the pony is not as big as those horses, but it is extremely flexible. The turning range of running between stones is still within the range I can accept.

Although I couldn't catch the reins, I didn't bump it down.

Instead of grabbing the reins, I grabbed the mane on the horse's back and lowered myself to minimize wind resistance.

So dedicated to maintaining their own body stability, just want to absolutely not be thrown out of it.

It's not grass. It's all big rocks!

Throw it up and you'll die!

Just holding on to it all the time, only the ups and downs were shaken out of the shadows of various tracks.

My head was pounded to a pulp.

I don't know how long I ran. The pony finally stopped, then dropped its head and snorted at me.

I looked at it, then at my hand.

Well, I've scratched a piece of its back

San San, I will touch that piece of flat, and then hook back the reins, and then slowly sit straight body.

Look around.

Nest grass, what is this place!