It is almost summer, and only in this season will there be three hours of sunshine on the Palacio Mountain, allowing Altai to see the snow lotus in the snow cave on the top of the mountain. ````This thing called "Snow Lotus" was originally not very valuable. Since some Chinese people came to the east of the Palacio Mountain, they have become treasures with increasing value. Now even the heads of all ethnic groups in the city area will spend a lot of money to buy this kind of thing, and then use them to please the heads of the Chinese. It is said that it was a young man, with a strange name called Baizi, and now it has changed its name to "Xijun".

Altai took his plateau hunting dog deep and shallowly to this mountain range full of legends and "miracles", humming a little song of a stuffed man in his mouth, happily like a fool who had just married a beautiful wife.

He is a native of the Seed Seed, who grew up in the Pamir Mountains. He is not the Xixuya Seed Seed that migrated from Europe. According to legends among the clans, their ancestors were Yan Emperor! It is said that they have some relatives with the Workers' Communist Party, which hit Buzhou Mountain in mythology and legends, and they are very noble. Other races call this place "Snow Mountain" and "Shan of Gods" and "Pangling Mountain". But he and his tribe like to call it "Buzhou Mountain". Only the Buzhou Mountain in the mythology is the hometown where he gave birth to him.

There are only more than a thousand natives like Altai who live near the Pamir Mountains, but everyone is as proud as a nobleman. They live on the Pamir Plateau, and they are all as good as cows. They are also geographical ghosts here. You can know where the cunning snow foxes are hiding when you hear the wind blowing on the snowy mountain. However, the Western Regions are too poor, and there are coins made of shells in use. Many tribes and tribes are still in the era of exchange of things. People like Altai who make a living on the mountain all year round are even more poor. I still remember the day he got married. The bride's wedding dress was only made of new sheepskin, and the rest were patches stacked with patches...

Now it’s different. The West does not shine on the east red, and the Qin Dynasty built the Xijun City. Even Altai’s ears were filled with Bai Dong’s name. He felt indescribable gratitude to the Xijun of the Qin Dynasty. Every day he fantasized about seeing this great benefactor, and then used the sour wine and fresh snow fox meat he had treasured for ten years to entertain the other party, and gave his bow and arrow to his benefactor. This is the highest etiquette for the seeds of Buzhou Shansai.

The brothers of ethnic minorities are the most simple and unpretentious. When the Qin people first entered the Western Regions, the entire Western Regions were the greatest wary. Although Altai was not a Xixuya race, he was also full of vigilance and alertness towards these outsiders. These Chinese people were so fierce that even the King of Seeds who had been rampant in the city for many years had their heads cut off. God knows whether they would come to snatch their snow fox fur?

However, soon the people of the Western Regions discovered that the Chinese were not enemies, but real friends. They not only brought books and civilization, but also taught the Western Regions to raise sheep for free and recycle wool at high prices. Altai's woman even moved to the foot of Buzhou Mountain. She also raised more than a dozen sheep in captivity, and the money for selling wool every year was enough to make up for Altai's hard work. From then on, her son and daughter had new clothes to wear, she had endless goat milk and endless mutton... What else can the working people do? Isn't it just to have food and clothing? Now Altai went up the mountain to pick snow lotus and beat foxes without any pressure, but to maintain the status of men in the family and relax. His woman once smiled and said that even if he didn't work hard on the snow mountain, there was no shortage of food and clothing at home. This was all thanks to the Chinese, thanks to the Baizi...

Oh, by the way, the Chinese who bought wool said yesterday when drinking sour wine at his house, Bai Zi is an amazing person and has now been named Xijun by Qin. Altai doesn't understand where Qin is. It is probably a snow-capped mountain larger than Buzhou Mountain, right? He doesn't know what Xijun is. If he becomes Xijun, he doesn't have to go up the mountain to pick snow lotus and hit foxes every day. Even the bows and arrows used are made of gold? But he is still happy for Bai Dong. The benefactor gets the benefits, as if he got the benefits himself.

When he was in a good mood, even the hunting became smooth. The Altai Cat waited in the snow cave for less than half an hour and saw a snow fox walking over four or five feet away. He shot out quickly and accurately into the snow fox's right eye without hurting the fur. He grabbed the snow fox and saw that it was a good fur. When he blew it down in one breath, it would be a round vortex. If this fur was sold to a Chinese merchant, it would be a good price.

It seems that today I will be back with a full load. There is no shortage of food and clothing at home. I will not sell this snow fox fur. I will make a leather robe for the woman... When I think of my wife wearing the snow fox fur fur robe, Altai happily even his steps became lighter. Facing the afternoon sun, he walked to the west side of the Pamir Mountains. At this time, the sun will turn to the west. The snow fox likes to come and bask in the sun the most. If I have good luck, I might get a few more today, so let the woman see that the money he earns from fighting the snow fox may not be much worse than raising sheep...

"The scorching sun is the glory of ancestors, the descendants of God, chasing...ah, what is that!"

Altai, who was happily humming the little song, had just climbed to the highest snow ridge in the west. He accidentally looked down the ridge and suddenly felt aroused, and quickly closed his mouth. Then he was like the most cunning snow fox, and drilled into the thick snow at an incredible speed. Hunters who have been fighting snow foxes and snow leopards in Buzhou Mountain for many years are wearing sheepskin robes. Living in the snow is like a naturally formed snow bag. Even if someone walks within ten feet of his side, he will not find him.

"This is the devil's army... there are too many people!"

Even the Pamirs, which is about to enter summer, are constantly snowing and raining. Sometimes a strong wind can bring snow all over the sky; Altai just hid in the snow, and the sky became darker. The falling snow, as big as a palm, quickly buried him under the snow, revealing only a pair of eyes, staring at this huge army from the West!

Looking west from the location where Altai is, there are lush green grass and lakes that are purer than the blue sky. They are as beautiful as a country of immortals. In the past, Altai's favorite thing was to sit on the peak covered with ice and snow and drink sour wine warmed by body temperature. Looking down at this beautiful land, it is quiet all around. The land created by the gods is like he belongs only to him.

But at this moment, countless outsiders appeared. He just blinked a few times, and countless black figures emerged from the western horizon. It didn't take long to cover the entire land. They were more numerous than sheep from the sheep. They quickly filled the valley and grassland below, and even cleaned the dirty butts of war horses in the clear lake water given by the gods, and then began to climb Mount Buzhou like a group of ants. Altai saw it in his heart.
Chapter completed!