It is a dry and inhospitable land of low hills and wind-eroded, barren sandy land. They crossed the bone-dry riverbed, and the only thing the horses relied on was the brown and tough devil grass, which grew under the rocks and at the bottom of the dead trees. Solanda sent scouts to investigate, but they found neither an oasis nor an enemy, only a pool of saltwater that was shallow and stagnant and exposed to the scorching sun. And the deeper you go into the wasteland, the smaller the salty sand nests become, and the distance between the pools grows.

Solandar and her army had been marching in the desert for half a month, repelling several waves of sand riders along the way, but they never encountered the main force. She found that several of the large forts had been covered in yellow sand, and that the once brightly lit earthen forts were now only half ruined, and that the tall stables had collapsed from the tops downwards, but there were no crushed horses inside, and it was clear that the sand riders had abandoned the forts. Judging from Cheng Dù, whose earthen fort was buried in sand, they did not flee because of Solanda's arrival, but for only one reason - water. In the country of Sauqi, water is as precious as gold, and people fanatically guard it. They have always held their ground, so what made these great sandcastles fall into the hands of Yellow Sands?

Looking at the dry and cracked riverbed in front of her, Solandar suddenly understood that their water source was drying up!

Solanda could imagine the scene: the wine was drunk first, and not long after, the fermented mare's milk was at the bottom, followed by bread and jerky. The panic brought by thirst haunted everyone, the strong began to loot the weak, the adults sold the children, the first to fall were the old people, then the children and the women, and when the people were almost dead, and the remaining number was almost the same as the horses, they began to migrate, from this sandcastle to that sandcastle, and if they were lucky, they died after walking a few steps, and if they were unlucky, they could not find a sip of water to drink after walking through a few sandcastles.

Solanda looked at the watermill in the middle of the team with trepidation, and fortunately, all the supplies were there. Voguson's main force has not been visible, nothing more than to lure me deep into the desert to drag me down, but no matter where they plan to ambush, they dare not stay away from the water, I only need to follow the route they fled to find the river. Dear Phoenix, I'm here to save you.

The legions in the night marched silently like a sinuous sand serpent, and at either end of the line were Solanda's Blood Wolf Guard, the die-hard guards who had followed her from the Sand Riders, and whom she trusted as if they were her own hands; A large number of infantry in the middle of the team are from the country of Midsummer and the country of Wine Valley, she simply set off in formation, it is not in a hurry, but she has no time to delay, when she leaves, Voguson is developing a new war machine, if he is successful, the first victim is the country of Midsummer. Solanda has always adhered to the style of "grab if you can, and destroy if you can't grab it", last time I patronized and fled, and I didn't have the opportunity to destroy Voguson's new toy.

The battle began without warning, first with a pure, bright beam of light rising from the ranks of the lightly armored infantry, and then bursting into countless fireballs from the top of the pillar and smashing into the ground, and the crowd exclaimed, "The enemy is coming!" "The horsemen struggled to turn their horses' heads to avoid the fireballs falling from the sky, and the infantry raised their shields to shield their bodies, but more beams exploded in the crowd, and the people were attacked without their heads and brains, not knowing how to fight, they couldn't even see where the enemy was, everywhere there were deafening explosions and the neighing of horses, the smell of burning human flesh mixed with screams and wails, the knights trembled with their spears, the infantry cursed and slashed in vain, and the commander of Solandar gave vague orders, But more soldiers dropped their weapons and turned and fled frantically, and within a few minutes the otherwise orderly formation was a mess, with two thousand bewildered soldiers screaming and running in two thousand different directions.

Solanda was full of rage, and in the midst of this chaos, she tried to figure out the body of the white light and its source, and finally she found that the white light came from the sand beneath her feet, and the soldiers' trampling touched what mechanism, and ignited the "war machine" in the area.

"Vogtson!" Solanda gritted her teeth in hatred, turned back and gave the commanders the order, "Gather the formation!" No one is allowed to leave the team! Enemies will appear soon, ready to meet them! ”

Sure enough, the entire sand cavalry appeared on the gray horizon, a mile away from Solanda, giving her the opportunity to regroup her legion, and the beams that caused the chaos were no longer triggered by the infantry's insistence, the crowd quieted down, and the soldiers picked up their weapons again, but their eyes were full of fear. They're scared. These cowards, if I could conquer the land of the Sand Riders myself, I wouldn't use you shit. "Quiet! Soldiers! Solandar shouted at her legion, "We've just been attacked by a ball of light, I've seen this thing attack no more powerful than the balls on the sand riders!" There was a burst of laughter from the corps, and Solanda laughed too, she continued, "The ball of light doesn't recognize people, it can attack us, it can hurt the sand riders, all we have to do now is to shrink the formation, stay here and wait for them to step on their balls, and then give them a head-on blow when they are blown up into the sky!" Victory always belongs to the side of justice, and that is us! The soldiers felt the air around them twist and rise, and a courage that had never been seen before rushed into everyone's chest, and they were encouraged to raise their weapons and meet their queen, "Oh yes! "Oh yes!"

Solandar gestured to the Blood Wolf Guards, and they immediately entered the corps and ordered, "Shield Wall!" Long sought-after ready! They will shoot arrows in the first round, and then the cavalry will charge, and we will wait for them to all rush into the ball of light before rushing out, remembering, try to keep your body down and cut their horses' legs. ”

Solanda thought for a moment and added, "Let's rush in the direction they came from, and we can't fight." ”

Nothing happened when the first sand rider charged into the ball of light, but when the last one also stepped into the range of the attack, the soldiers of Midsummer attacked. Solanda was the first to take on the enemy, wielding her sword to lame the horses of the sand riders, a basic strategy against them: they slashed the muscles and tendons behind the horses' knees with their blades, or hammered them down with their knees.

Solandar swings her sword and slashes down an enemy, then she turns to look for her next target, but she finds herself facing another curved sword. She didn't have time to fight, so she threw the dagger out and shouted, "Medium! The sand rider, who had been thrown off by the horse, was still dizzy, and his eyes were foolishly following the dagger that was striking from side to west.

Solandar slammed her helmeted forehead into his chin, caught the falling dagger, and dashed into the darkness, stopping to kick the sand rider as she passed him.

The sand riders were taken aback, and many of them had fallen to the ground howling. Then several projectors appeared. They shoot spears at the front row of the Sand Riders, disrupting their ranks. Crossbowmen leap out of hiding, arrows rain down, and then they put away their bows and engage their enemies with swords and daggers. Solanda commanded the legion to rush out in a V-shaped formation.

The Sand Riders didn't have a chance to regroup, and by the time they stood on the ground and raised their weapons again, their formation was ruined. Many of them frantically tried to rush to the waterwheel, only to find that the defense was even tighter, and they died in vain.

The battle was over in a quarter of an hour.

The number was wrong, Solanda thought to herself, the teams she had seen before the battle were at least three thousand, and less than a thousand were actually fighting, this was not Voguson's way of playing, he was too proud, always charging with all his might, and there was only one person who liked to think that he was playing conspiracy - she grabbed a dying sand rider with a smashed head and asked, "Who is your commander?" The dying man's eyes were glazed, and the cracks in his head that had been split by a sharp axe kept pouring out broken bones and white and red **, "Answer me!" I'll let you die a good death. ”

The sand rider closed his eyes in approval, and then spoke, "A-Chi-ra." ”

Sure enough, it was her. Solanda's ribs throbbed faintly, and she twisted her hands hard, and the sand knight's neck cracked. That ** once told her brother to break my three ribs and two teeth, just because I smiled at her lover, I was only eleven years old. Now I don't just want your ribs and teeth, Solanda smiled and slashed out a beautiful arc with the sword in his hand, "Fight back with all your might!" ”

Sure enough, the main force of the princess of the Sand Riding Country, Akira, was waiting for them. Without too much formation, the two sides rushed into each other's formations, and with the thirst for the blood of the enemy, they caught each other, and the dry bone riverbed before dawn suddenly became a hell on earth.

"Solanda!"

A muscular woman almost as tall as Solanda stood in front of Solanda through the battle. The woman had only one braid, which stretched over her shoulders over her face, her cheeks high and prominent, her wings painted in white, her sturdy skeleton and weathered face showing her life in the harsh desert.

"Akira!"

They shouted each other's names like long-lost lovers, and then bared their sharp teeth like wolves and rushed at each other.

Solandar picked up a sword stuck in the dead man, flew out of her hand, then pulled out her dagger and arched to wait for the attack, she knew Akira's tricks: she relied on her magic and rarely participated directly in actual combat, so she always went on a clumsy rampage when it came to fighting. Sorenda jerked up as Akira rushed closer, nearly knocking her to the ground, then punched her in the lower abdomen, followed by another punch, and Akira was beaten backwards, angrily swinging her scimitar in her hand and slashing at it, the scimitar slid through Solanda's armor with a tooth-aching sound. In her other hand, Akira held a dagger encrusted with gems, and it stabbed Solanda in the face, trying to gouge out her eyeballs. Solanda struggled to grab the female sandrider's arm, successfully pulling her dagger away from her face.

"Are your teeth alright?" In the process of wrestling, Akira spits out snake-like words, trying to break the opponent's will with words.

Solanda grabbed Akira's hand and pulled it back, she screamed in pain, and the dagger in her hand fell to the sand, they were both tall, but the strength contained in their bodies was different, "Is your mother okay?" Solandar grinned and struck Akira in the jaw with a palm, blood immediately gushing out of her mouth, as if it had caused her to bite her tongue, "The last time I saw her, you were sticking your sword into her fourth spine. ”

Akira had just recovered from Sorenda's thump and swung her cutlass again. She rushed to the princess of Midsummer, and when she approached Solanda, she kicked the sand at her feet in the face, and then she slammed the scimitar at her waist and spun her body violently, and the blade made a hole in Solanda's stomach, and blood flowed out. Akira smiled triumphantly, blood spitting from her mouth on the sand, "She's damned." ”

Solandar staggered back, one hand covering the wound. Akira lunged forward, trying to knock the enemy in front of her with the hilt of her scimitar, but Solandar flicked her hand and pushed her sword aside. "Not bad, a little bit of progress." Solandar slashed at her with her sword, "It's just too nasty, it seems that you have learned all the tricks of the clown in and under the bed in Scambra City." ”

Achilla ducked her head to dodge Solanda's sword, and the blade slashed into the neck of a warhorse, which neighed in pain with its front legs off the ground. Akira hit Solanda's head directly into Solanda's stomach, and the two of them fell together.

Two women with strange powers scuffled on the ground.

The strength of the Sand Rider Princess was obviously inferior to that of Princess Midsummer, and after a while, she was crushed to the ground by Solanda, who threw away her long sword, clenched her fists and opened her bow left and right, and beat Akira's face as a sandbag, and the female Sand Rider's hand could still move, and she touched the dagger she had just dropped and stabbed Solanda in the leg. The knife stabbed deeper and deeper, and Sorenda screamed loudly.

Solanda furiously twisted Akira's arm and snatched the dagger at Akira, each stab accompanied by a roar.

"You let the dog bite me!" A knife in the shoulder.

"You skin me!" A knife in the shoulder on the other side.

"You framed me for stealing!" A stab in the right chest.

"You let the swineherd climb into my bed!" A stab in the left chest.

"You break me up and Phoenix!" A knife in the stomach.

"yes, ahem," Akira gulped out blood, but she laughed, "I did it, and I'm most proud of the last thing." She watched Solanda's eyes gradually hollow, and her speech began to be incoherent, "You should thank me, your Xiaofei doesn't love you at all." We all deserve to die. My father, mother, brother ......"

"Your whole family deserves to die." Solanda nodded, squeezing the dagger into Akira's stomach, who let out a cry of pain, "yes, that's it, give me focus." Where's your damn daddy? I'm going to give him your eyeballs as a souvenir later, and you'll have to give me an address. ”

"He's dying, too. And your Xiaofei. Akira laughed hoarsely, heartily.

"No, you don't understand your daddy." Solanda looked coldly at Akira on the ground, "He won't take it lightly. When there is danger, he will pull you and your brothers one by one in front of him, just like today, he sent you to die, maybe he thinks that I will be happy to send you here, and if I am happy, I will spare him from death. ”

"Then you can ask him, he is drinking horse springs." Akira frowned bitterly, "Oh my God, I'm in so much pain, okay Solanda, finish me." "The yellow sand is like a greedy sponge, every drop of blood is instantly sucked away, it sucks Akira's life as impartially as it sucks thousands of other lives, and soon, the princess of the yellow sand will be sucked into a miserable white corpse, becoming one of the countless grains of sand.

"The sand rider never gives in. Have you forgotten? Solanda replied dismissively. She looked around, the battle was nearing its end, and not far away there were several groups of sand riders gathered into a small phalanx, stubbornly resisting. The remains of the war dead were everywhere, and the yellow sand licked their corpses, believing that one day it would be as if nothing had happened, and it would be a complete and clean desert. What kind of land will devour the people who toiled and fought for it every day? It's a cursed country that makes people shudder to think about it.

Solanda stood up from Achilla and shouted at her guards, "Make a cross and nail our Sandrider princess to it." Dress her wounds well, don't let her die, I want her to see with her own eyes how the Shade family was exterminated by me. ”

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