The smoke and dust approached like a wall of earth, and the front hooves of the bandits' leading horse suddenly burst out of the smoke and dust, and the wind spirit shook off the cloak on his body, and raised all his strength, and was about to pounce upward. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Unexpectedly, the man on the horse only tilted his head to them at random, ignoring the apparently fat caravan in front of him, and went straight to the dried corpses laid out in front of him. Some of them dismounted, half-kneeling on the ground, scraping and half-hiding the gravel floating dirt on the dried corpses.

The wind spirit stared at the strange scene in front of him in a daze, and the long knife in his hand still didn't dare to let go in the slightest. "Auntie, this ...... What is this for? The nearby part couldn't help but ask.

"Don't let up, just watch first." The wind spirit replied to him as he pretended to be bold and took a few steps forward.

"Auntie, look at the east." The Buddha slave who was following her suddenly held his horsewhip and pointed to the east. In response to the prestige, the wind spirit was greeted by a huge cloud of yellow dust rolling towards them from the east, and the speed was extremely fast, several times faster than the group of men and horses rushing to the west.

It was just a blink of an eye, and another team of men and horses appeared in the smoke and dust in the east, and although the veil covered their faces, a fierce and brave spirit still could not be concealed and rushed straight over. The group only glanced at the caravan and focused on charging at the centaurs who were digging up the corpses underground. In an instant, the sound of the blade cutting the bones, and the sound of screaming in pain rushed into my ears.

Feng Ling was stunned for a moment or two, and suddenly came to his senses, and looked at the situation, these two teams of men and horses did not come to snatch her goods, but to compete for the corpses in this place, which was not unusual.

If it were a normal time, she would not have been able to miss this strange excitement, and she would have to see the ins and outs of the future, but at this time, it is clear that the two tigers are fighting, and the winning side will turn around and swallow her caravan. So she raised her hand and summoned a few leading subordinates and quickly ordered: "Pass the word, take the end of the team as the leader, let's turn around and go." Take advantage of their fighting, how far can they go. Spread it quietly, don't make a noise, don't make a big noise to get them to pay attention. ”

When the servants and the subordinates received the order, they all took off the brass bell from the camel's neck, pulled the camel and whispered a few times, and moved back and forth in an orderly manner.

Feng Ling chanted the Buddha in his heart, and walked for a short while, still fighting and screaming behind him, and no one paid attention to them, so he was relieved and bold, and ordered the caravan to speed up a few more steps.

Secretly in the bottom of my heart to give birth to a little luck, coldly shot two arrows from behind, as if someone did it on purpose, impartially was flying by a cargo bag, the first obliquely submerged into the bag, followed by the second almost attached to the side of the camel's body brushed by, the cargo bag "poof" scattered to the ground.

The moment the cargo bag hit the ground, the goods inside were scattered with the wind. The wind spirit could only hear the wolf's howl, and shouted excitedly, "White Aya!" White Aya! It turned out to be Turkic. As soon as she closed her eyes, she sighed helplessly in her heart, it's over. Turning to look, the group of men and horses coming from the east had already divided a small part, turned their horses' heads and rushed towards the caravan.

"Protect the camels as they were just told!" The wind spirit only had time to give this command, and the sound of the iron striking was already sounding, and she raised all her strength, holding the reins in one hand and the handle of the long knife in the other, and urged her horse in a deep voice, and threw herself into the melee that rushed into the tail of the caravan.

A Turk leaned over his horse to pick up a white silk horse scattered on the ground, but before his hand could touch it, the cold light flashed, and his wrist was cut off in unison, and dark red blood splashed on the white silk dots. The Turks howled, and even the people and horses jumped out of the distance, and the crisp voice of the wind followed behind him and rebuked angrily: "Even if you do it, you will not be allowed to wait for the thieves to be defiled." ”

The wind spirit muttered a Sogdian dialect, which the Turks could understand, so as to vent the fire in her heart. The voice of the clear spirit with a gloomy fire floated out along the direction of the wind, causing a person's heart to move: the Turks led by the leader of the broadsword in their hands froze, taking advantage of the moment to block the enemy's blade, their eyes glanced towards the wind spirit. In a hurry, I saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl in a bearded costume, hiding her face with a veil, sitting firmly on a horse, twisting her waist and holding up a bloody long knife with both hands, and slashing at a Turkic man's head.

The Turkic leader bent the corners of his lips suddenly, his halberd-like beard shook twice, and his wrists increased a little harder, pushing outward to block his opponent, and turned his horse's head and ran towards the girl who had aroused his interest.

"Is there no one in this caravan, I want a girl to come and escort the goods." The Turkic leader reined in his horse in front of the wind spirit, and said a playful laugh, and his mouth was actually Sogdian. Feng Ling's smooth and thick crescent eyebrows suddenly stood up, his apricot eyes were wide open, but he didn't answer him, and the long knife in his hand stabbed out.

The Turkic leader only flipped his wrist at will, and the long knife blocked the broadsword in his hand, but the long knife just shook in vain, and at the moment when the Turkic leader raised his hand and turned his wrist, the wind spirit withdrew the blade like lightning, leaned down against the horse's neck, and stabbed straight at his ribs.

The Turkic leader did not resist, and seeing that the tip of the blade was only two fingers long from his left rib, he fell to the right suddenly, and suddenly disappeared immediately, and the wind spirit slashed into the air, unable to contain the momentum, and rushed straight forward. In just a moment, the disappeared Turkic leader fell from under the horse's belly and sat back on the horse's back. The wind spirit felt a tremor in his wrist, and the long knife somehow reached the Turk's hand. With a stroke of his hand, he lifted the curly brimmed hat on the wind spirit's head and the veil covering his face and flew out.

The restraint on the top of her head disappeared, and a long, diagonally braided braid fell to one of her shoulders, half-spreading. The wind spirit paused suddenly, and the Turkic man facing him was also dumbfounded. She looked up and saw that he was glaring at her in confusion.

After a few breaths, the Turkic touched his short cheeks and laughed, "It's actually a Tang family, with a good pair of eyebrows." He laughed and urged the horse to come towards her.

Feng Ling pursed her lips, and quietly touched her black leather boot with one hand, there was a small scimitar in the place, and she couldn't wait to cut the scimitar straight into the Turkic man's heart in the next moment. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer, to the point where he could grab her arm with his hand at her side, Feng Ling suddenly smiled at him, slammed his body down, pulled out a small scimitar from his black boot, and stabbed it horizontally.

Most of the attention of the Turkic leader was on her sudden smile, which was full of inquiry, and he was so unprepared for such a stab, and the cold light on the scimitar was faster than lightning. He couldn't avoid it, so he bent one arm to protect his heart, and the little scimitar fell straight on his elbow, the flesh tearing almost at the same time as the cloth, and the dark red blood quickly soaked his sleeve.

The Turkic leader let out a "hiss" sound from his mouth and scolded angrily: "The cheap maid dares to ......"

Before he could finish his words, there was a loud noise behind him, which was completely different from Fang Cai's fighting and shouting and scolding. The Turkic leader, wary of another trick by the wind spirit, hurriedly pulled away from his horse, and took a few steps away from her, looking back vigilantly.

"Ye Hu! Ye Hu! A Turkic man rode his horse and galloped, and shouted a few words to the leader in a panic, and the wind spirit could understand the Turkic language, and in the confusion, he heard the words "Ye Hu" and "Tang Army", and guessed a few points.

The Turkic leader's face immediately changed greatly, he looked back at her deeply, and smiled vaguely, "The little lady is so interesting, in Xia Ashina Helu, I will find the little lady another day." This time, it was a half-baked Heluohan dialect, and after saying that, he made a sharp whistle with his fingers in his mouth, and ran west with the rest of the Turks.

The wind spirit immediately understood that the Turkic leader in front of him was probably the remnant of Ebidulu. The Turks said that there was a Tang army, could it be that their luck was so good, the tiger's mouth was in danger, and the Tang army came to suppress it at the last moment?

Feng Ling leaned over and looked, and a team of soldiers and horses appeared in the billowing smoke and dust, only to see a flag erected. Looking at the dried corpses in the previous place, most of them were still lying there, and a few new bodies were added, blood and sand mixed together, the ground was full of messes, and it was shocking and cold.

"Auntie." The Buddha slave ran out of nowhere, his face full of undetermined horror, and looked her up and down, "Are you hurt?" The Turkic bandit leader ......"

"No problem." Feng Ling's eyes were still staring at the soldiers and horses that were getting clearer and clearer in the wind, smoke and dust, and waved his hand casually, "You go and check how much our parts have been injured and how much the goods have been broken." What the Buddha Nu promised, she didn't hear it, and only looked at the first person who jumped out of the wind and sand with wide eyes.

But I saw that the man was not wearing armor, but only wrapped a light and soft leather armor around the robe with a round neck and narrow sleeves that could not be seen in color, and a long knife and short blade were worn around his waist. Most of the hundreds of followers behind him were also dressed in this way, but their robes were changed to coarse linen and short brown. If it weren't for the one-color Xuanjia and black leather soap boots, where would you see the appearance of the Tang Dynasty soldiers.