Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 200 Mountain Climbing

"Chunlin, can this be replaced?" Gu Fengyue's voice came from the helmet, muffled, and because of his limited vision, Gu Fengyue's movements were a little clumsy. He twisted his neck for a long time, but couldn't see Song Chunlin who was standing beside him.

Song Chunlin held back his laughter and helped him take off his helmet: "It seems that your own helmet is better."

After taking off his helmet, Gu Fengyue felt his head was lighter. He weighed the helmet in his hand. It was very light and not heavy, but very sturdy. The pattern on the helmet was bright and cool. Gu Fengyue couldn't let it go.

"Is this thing really that strong?" Gu Fengyue asked a soul-searching question. It was no wonder that an ancient man like him was skeptical. It was because the helmet made of modern materials did not look as strong as the ancient people thought.

Song Chunlin thought for a while before using an analogy to describe it to him: "That is to say, if you fall off your horse and hit your head on a rock, this helmet can protect your head from breaking."

“……”This is a very good analogy. Gu Fengyue expressed his understanding.

After sorting out all the things that Gu Fengyue might need, it was already midnight. Song Chunlin wanted to set off the next day, so Gu Fengyue could only stay up with him and explain to him some basics about the Tatars and Turks.

The two of them kept exchanging information until late at night, and when they thought the sun was about to rise, they went to bed with their clothes on.

Song Chunlin was lying on the bed, listening to Gu Fengyue's even breathing. Song Chunlin slowly got up from the bed. After making sure that Gu Fengyue was asleep, he slowly got out of bed. Finally, he stood beside the bed and left the last small bag for Gu Fengyue, which contained a piece of magical herb leaf found in the mountains.

After Song Chunlin left, Gu Fengyue also opened his eyes. He turned his head and looked at the small bag beside the pillow that was emitting bursts of fragrance. He took the bag and put it to his nose and sniffed it. In an instant, his mind became clear and he felt refreshed. The drowsiness from staying up late immediately disappeared.

The thing in this bag is actually more useful than the spiritual spring water given by Song Chunlin. It should be something more precious than the spiritual spring water.

A low laugh suddenly rang out in the dark room.

Song Chunlin, who was walking in the night in the distance, sneezed without warning. Song Chunlin rubbed his arms in confusion. It was strange because he was not cold.

Forget it, never mind. Song Chunlin released his mental power and radiated it unscrupulously towards the Moon Mountain beside him.

The cliffs of Moon Mountain are steep, and climbing up it is extremely dangerous no matter where you start. The reason why the locals call it Moon Mountain is because this mountain is the highest peak in Haihe River. Whenever the moon comes out, the high bright moon hangs above the top of the mountain. From a distance, it looks like the mountain is holding up the moon, so it is called Moon Mountain.

"This name sounds very romantic." Song Chunlin looked at the towering mountain top, stretched his arms and legs, and started climbing the mountain before the sun rose.

It was going smoothly at the beginning, but when he was almost one-third of the way up, he clearly felt exhausted.

"It's terrible! How on earth did those barbarians ride their horses up the mountain?" Song Chunlin panted as he held onto a large rock. Not only did Song Chunlin find it strange, Gu Fengyue and General Qi were also puzzled. It was not an easy task for one person to climb over the Moon Mountain even if they were traveling on foot and lightly equipped. And the Tatars actually brought horses with them. Moreover, when they were chasing them, the Tatars were obviously running towards the Moon Mountain.

The more Song Chunlin thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. There must be something wrong with this mountain, otherwise the Tatars would not have run here.

Thinking of this, Song Chunlin immediately used his mental power to scan Moon Mountain.

Moon Mountain was too big, and Song Chunlin had to use his mental power to scan it inch by inch. This was very energy-consuming. After scanning halfway, Song Chunlin felt that his mental power was severely overdrawn, and finally had to stop to drink spiritual spring water to replenish it.

After drinking half a bottle of spiritual spring water, the pain in his head began to ease. Song Chunlin finally had the opportunity to sit down and overlook Bai Ta City from the mountain.

He didn't climb very high, but he could still get a general idea.

The sun was high in the sky at this time. Because the villages outside had just experienced a raid by the Tatars, there were more soldiers on the streets than usual, and fewer peddlers. The inspections at the city gates became more stringent, and almost all people and goods coming in and out would be checked several times, and only after being confirmed to be safe would they be allowed to pass.

Song Chunlin took a short rest on the spot and drank the last sip of the spiritual spring water. Then he closed his eyes and continued to search for the secrets of the mountain inch by inch.

Maybe Song Chunlin was overthinking, or maybe he didn't look in the right direction. In any case, after he finished drinking the second bottle of spiritual spring water, Song Chunlin raised his head hesitantly.

"Am I really overthinking it?" Song Chunlin began to doubt himself, but he couldn't convince himself. If the Tatars really crossed the mountain on foot, they would definitely stop somewhere to rest. However, the Moon Mountain was so barren, and the vegetation on the Gobi Desert was not as lush as that in the south. If such a large group of Tatars suddenly appeared on the mountain, they would definitely be discovered.

So how did they appear?

Song Chunlin really couldn't think of any good way to transfer such a large army without alerting them.

Unable to figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it and continued climbing the mountain.

After climbing a little higher, Song Chunlin found a relatively flat and shady place, took out a lunch box, and began to eat his lunch leisurely.

Although he was going to kill someone, he still had to eat well, so he prepared a braised pork set meal for himself, with a cup of cold lemon tea to help him get rid of the greasiness. He took a bite of braised pork and a sip of lemon tea, just like going on a spring outing.

At the same time, the boys and girls in the courtyard also started to eat lunch. They and the soldiers were separated and kept to themselves.

Although Lu Jiming was a supervisor, he was still a seriously injured patient, so he sat in the shade the whole time as a mascot. Even Wu Ke envied his leisure time.

Lu Jiming glared at him resentfully: "We all had our stomachs ruptured, so why did you recover faster than me?"

This question also made him extremely puzzled. The injuries of both of them were similar, both were in the abdomen, but Lu Jiming's wound was large and long, and it took him longer to recover. Wu Ke's wound was also in the abdomen, but it was just a small cut. It was said that even when it came to stitching, the young master only used seven or eight stitches for the sake of courtesy.

A 'small' wound that was healed with seven or eight stitches would naturally heal much faster than his long scar. In addition, Song Chunlin gave them special treatment with spiritual spring water, so the recovery speed was as fast as double the speed. Now Wu Ke could even go out to the fields and do some lighter work.