life in ancient gods

Chapter 92 BMW
Riding a maroon war horse, they galloped for more than two hours, and it was already evening.

The setting sun is slanting to the west, and the sky is full of red clouds, which is really beautiful.

"Huh..." Su Ping'an pulled the horse's reins, causing the bay-red horse to gradually slow down. It ran rapidly for two consecutive hours without panting. The horse's legs seemed to be exhausted. It seems that this war horse is also a good horse for thousands of miles.

Su Ping'an narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around. In the distance ahead, he could vaguely see rows of adobe houses, which looked like a village.

Seeing that it was getting dark and Su Ping'an had finished drinking the kumiss on his body, he wanted to borrow some water from the village and rest overnight.

Riding his horse to the vicinity of the village, several villagers immediately focused their attention on him.

They were all ordinary villagers in the Liao Kingdom. When they saw cavalrymen coming to the village, they didn't dare to neglect them, so they ran over in a panic and saluted Su Ping'an respectfully.

The villagers saw Su Pingan riding a bay red horse, wearing a brown battle armor, and a little white eagle standing on his shoulders. They looked majestic, especially when they saw the gold plaque on Su Ping'an's waist, they all had a look on their faces. shock.

"%&..." The villagers were chattering in Khitan, but Su Pingan couldn't understand a single word.

Su Pingan blinked, opened his mouth to the villagers, and pointed at his throat, but made no sound.

The villagers froze for a moment, looked at each other, gathered together and said something in a low voice.

Su Pingan didn't know what they were whispering, and nervously pressed the hilt of his sword at his waist. He didn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but if necessary, he had to do it for his own sake.

The villagers whispered a few words and said a few words to one of the little girls.

The little girl's hair was disheveled, and she looked very simple in a patched dress. After hearing what the villagers said to her, she nodded and ran towards the house.

Su Pingan looked at the smiling faces of the villagers in front of him and treated him very respectfully, but he was in a foreign country and did not dare to relax his vigilance.

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The little girl who ran home was holding a broken porcelain bowl with a corner missing in her hand, and ran towards Su Ping'an with small steps.

Seeing that there was a bowl of water in the porcelain bowl, Su Ping'an probably understood the villagers' intentions.

He opened his mouth and pointed at his neck, originally meaning that he could not speak, but the villagers thought that the soldier in front of him had a sore throat due to thirst, and he couldn't speak because of the pain.

The little girl came to Su Pingan's side, holding the porcelain bowl with both hands, very respectful.

Su Pingan smiled slightly, and took the porcelain bowl. He didn't see anything unusual in the innocent eyes of the little girl. He felt that the little girl wouldn't do small tricks in the bowl of water, so he poured the water from the bowl into the empty skin. middle.

After pouring all the water in the bowl into the leather pouch, the empty pouch swelled up, and he handed the bowl to the little girl beside him.

When the villagers saw that Su Pingan didn't drink the water from the bowl immediately, but poured it into the empty leather pouch around his waist, they couldn't help but looked at each other with puzzled expressions on their faces.

Su Ping got off the horse and made a rest movement with both hands. The villagers were stunned for a moment. The little girl understood what Su Ping meant, nodded, pointed to her home, and made a rest movement.

"..." Su Ping'an was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't care less.

But the little girl took his hand and said something.

Su Pingan didn't dare to say a word. He was not afraid that the villagers would hurt him, but he was afraid that after the villagers learned that he was a foreigner, he would have to do it for his own life.

He took the horse and followed the little girl to the front of the house, and tied the horse to a tree beside the house.

The little girl pushed the door open and signaled Su Pingan to come in.

Su Pingan glanced at the little girl, then walked into the house.

The entire house is made of adobe and wood, but the main room is empty, with only a few broken earthen pots, an earthen stove and an iron pot in the kitchen on the right, and an earthen kang and a small low table made of earth and rocks in the back room on the left.

The little girl pointed to the kang in the back room, and made a gesture, indicating that Su Ping'an could sleep on the kang inside.

Su Ping saw that there was only a kitchen, main room and back room in this house, and the back room only had a pit. If he slept on the kang, where would the little girl in front of him sleep?

However, he didn't think too much, and he couldn't allow him to think too much.

He didn't sleep well last night, and today he beheaded a cavalryman from the Liao Kingdom, and he came to this village non-stop all the way, he was exhausted physically and mentally.

When I came to the Kang in the back room, there was a wool blanket, a patched mattress and a log pillow on the Kang.

Su Pingan took off the brown armor on his body and put it on the earthen table, and put the headgear on it.

Then, he took off his shoes and lay down on the earthen kang. The earthen kang was warm and comfortable to lie on.

At this time, the little white eagle flew into the air and looked at Su Ping'an.

Su Pingan lazily glanced at the little white eagle flapping its wings in mid-air, and thought: "Now that we have horses, we should be able to reach the border tomorrow. I don't know how Ye Chenli is doing with them. They are more skilled than me. The stronger ones, I can run out, and they should be fine."

Thinking about things, Su Pingan fell asleep before he knew it.

It was getting dark outside, the pale yellow crescent moon was floating in the night sky, and the clouds were slowly flowing.

In the twilight, the villagers outside also went home. The little girl in the house saw that Su Ping'an had fallen asleep, so she also went to the back room and took a look at the little white eagle that fell on the ground.

She came to the kang and sat down, folded her arms, looked at Su Ping'an who was asleep beside her, and stretched.

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At dawn the next day, Su Ping'an continued to head south,

At noon, I ate some roasted wolf meat and drank some water. I was about to move on, but found that my hands were the color of blood.

He was terrified in his heart, thinking that he had been poisoned.

However, he stroked the bay red horse again, and found that the red liquid was just sweat from the bay red horse.

"Could it be that this horse is a bloody horse?!" He had seen Shooting Condors, and the sweaty horse that Guo Daxia rode was sweating like fresh blood. Thinking of this, he was overjoyed.

(End of this chapter)