Chapter Ninety-Eight: Mohe Yanqi (2)

"You haven't said anything terrible. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info" A soldier next to Feng Ling suddenly spoke on the camel, and the hand holding the thick rope of the wind spirit trembled, and his heart beat as if he had skipped a beat or two.

She turned her face at the sound of the voice, and the Nafu soldier tore off the veil on her face, and her brown eyes and high nose and deep face were crashing into her eyes. She gasped and asked, "Captain...... How did the Lieutenant get here? ”

Fu Yanyan grabbed the thick rope on her camel and pulled herself closer, "How could I let you go this alone." ”

Feng Ling's heart was full, and he taught him this whisper to poke at the center of the mouth, and the sweetness immediately rushed out, which made her eyes heat slightly, and she lowered her head and endured it for a while, before she raised her face and smiled at him, "I said, you can't leave me." ”

After a while, her mind gradually woke up from the sweetness of the fullness, and another layer of worry arose, "Isn't it dangerous that you have left the city and there is no guard in the city?" ”

It was only then that He Lu's sharpness was created, and he couldn't breathe yet, so he didn't dare to offend. The imperial court has just surrendered a county lord, and the Quartet tribes do not dare to move, and it is not tight that Han Meng is watching the city for more than ten days. And no one outside knows where I'm going. "Fu Yan said firmly.

He has always been prudent and serious in military affairs, and he is not hindered by what he says, but also at ease. After a short time, the soldiers and the subordinates noticed the delay, and they all tacitly agreed and laughed sullenly. For a while, Mo He Yanqi's danger in their hearts has also decreased a lot.

For three days in a row, it went smoothly. Although the day was unusually dry, the daylight was not too hot, but the night was really cold to the bone, and the soldiers and the troops were still asleep in a felt, squeezing each other. But she was bitter to the wind spirit, and she could not squeeze with them, so she had to wrap herself in thick felt, and curl up next to the camel.

Fu Yan looked at her for a long time, and hesitated to himself, he wanted to step forward to feel with her and block the cold for her, but because of so many people watching from the sidelines, he was afraid that he would surprise her. In the second half of the night, even he himself was awakened by the cold of the night, and when he looked up, he saw that his slender body under the felt on the side was curled up smaller and smaller.

Fu Yanyan frowned, thinking that he would freeze for another hour or two, afraid that he would make a fuss, and she would be his wife sooner or later. Thinking so, he got up by the light of the fire, stepped on the soft sand, and carried her horizontally to his felt.

Feng Ling's body was stiff from the cold, and she slept soundly, and as soon as she picked her up, she woke up. Due to the presence of the government soldiers and subordinates, she was unwilling to lie on the felt with him, but at the moment she was too cold to stand, and the warmth in his chest instantly flowed to her limbs, and she was so comfortable that she didn't want to leave.

Fu Tanyan hugged her in his arms, wrapped her in felt, Feng Ling sniffed reassuringly, found a comfortable place on his chest, and nested inside. After all, he was extremely sleepy, and when he tilted his head, he immediately fell asleep.

On the fourth day, a group of people had reached the hinterland of Moheyan moraine, and the sour water was almost exhausted, and they had not seen a single water source along the way. Traveling during the day, the wind spirit became more and more cautious, for fear that he would take a wrong step, deviate from the route, and get lost in the vast desert and lose his life. Therefore, she inevitably became more and more anxious and irritable, and several of the subordinates knew the stakes here, and did not dare to provoke her to disturb her defense.

There are signs along the way, or a dilapidated temple, or a dry poplar stump, or a broken road sign nailed by predecessors, and every time you find a sign, the wind spirit breathes a sigh of relief.

But at noon on the fourth day, when she was resting, she suddenly said to everyone: "We have entered the hinterland of the great sand moraine, and it is not easy to find it in front of us, or we will not be able to find it again, to put it more simply, and our fate will be handed over to heaven. If you want to get out of the big sand moraine alive, you must follow closely, no matter what you see, it is all fake, do not linger in those illusions, there is only sand and gravel here. ”

"If there is no food and water, how will the caravans that used to fight here survive?" When he got on the road again, Fu Yanyan asked quietly.

Feng Ling gave him a strange look and licked his dry lips, "Bigger caravans, slaughter camels and drink camel blood." The camels of the small caravan are scarce, and they can't get out without them, so they can't slaughter the camels, so they can only ...... Drinking human blood raw......" Her voice became quieter and quieter, and she didn't dare to say it herself.

Suddenly, she cheered up on the hunchback, pulled a thick rope, and scolded the camel to sit down with its legs bent, and jumped off the hunchback excitedly, and ran towards a pile of gray-brown things.

Fu Yanyan followed behind her, and ran to see, and what appeared in front of her was a pile of withered corpses. Feng Ling lay on the ground with a look of hope, carefully identifying the pile of dried corpses: it was vaguely recognizable that they were three men and two women, and their faces had already been sharpened by the wind and sand, judging from the remaining cloth and hair ornaments on the two women's bodies, it was about the orchid who was going to be brought to Shazhou to be traded, I don't know what they met, these five people died here before they could get out of Mohe Yanmoraine.

"We're on a good footing, it's in this direction!" Feng Ling hoarsely said to Fu Yan happily, "I remember them, and most of the merchants who walked through the big sand moraine also knew about them!" When I was young, I felt terrible, and my father said that these people had been dead for twenty or thirty years, and to this day, there have been thirty or forty spring and autumn seasons here, and we can meet again, at least it shows that the direction we are going in is right and has not deviated. ”

Fu Yanyan looked at the five dry corpses that were sitting or lying down, stacked in one place, and nodded thoughtfully, for some reason, he suddenly felt pity for these five people who had nothing to do with it, and exposed the corpses in the wilderness for thirty or forty years, and no one took them away. He turned around and called two government soldiers and ordered them to find a suitable place nearby, and to bury the five corpses.

Before the government soldiers were about to make a move, Feng Ling shouted in a dumb voice, "Don't move!" Don't move! She pounced on the wall, blocking between the dry corpse and the government soldiers.

She gasped for breath and said to Fu Yanyan, "If you bury them, you will kill many more." ”

Fu Yanyan blankly motioned to the soldiers to stop, but she didn't know where her anger came from.

"It's sad and pitiful for them to expose their corpses in the wilderness, but do you know that over the years, they have long been a signpost in the depths of Mohe Yanmoi. Just like today, when I saw them, I knew the right and wrong direction, and then I knew where to go next, without them guarding here as a signpost, I didn't know if I was walking right, and those who walked blindly and stumbled into each other would die in the big sand moraine. You buried them, but you didn't know that many more people who passed by here would lose their way and die in the moraine. ”

Fu Yanyan looked at her eyes that flashed seriously, and said secretly in his heart: I just wanted to accumulate some merits, but according to her, it has become a sin. He waved away the two government soldiers and smiled at Feng Ling, "That's it, you have the final say on this road." ”

Only then did the wind spirit stretch his eyebrows, pull him to salute the five dried corpses, thank them for their guidance, and return to the road.

From day to night, although I was thirsty, I was still on the right track. At night, the stars rose, and the wind spirit looked at the direction of the stars, and told everyone that they could walk out of this Moheyan moraine in a day and a half at most, and everyone was happy.

The wind spirit was wrapped in felt, leaning in front of Fu Yanyan, the tension of the day taught her to be drowsy, and because there were still people who had not slept, she was embarrassed to sleep in Fu Yanyan's arms, and only sat and slumped. In a daze, Fu Yan suddenly pushed her, "Wind Spirit, Wind Spirit, listen, is this the sound of the night wind, or ......"

The wind spirit suddenly woke up, listened to the ground for a moment, and raised his head hesitantly, "It's not like the sound of the wind, the ground is vibrating, don't ...... Don't be a sandstorm......"

Jumping up slowly, it was not clear who was who under the faint firelight, so he just ran all the way, kicking the generals one by one, "Get up quickly!" Move fast! ”

The wind spirit suddenly left the warm chest and felt, shivered with cold, and got up from the ground tremblingly, and then there was panic in his heart, floating under his feet, and unable to stand steadily. After a long time, he summoned everyone, and then returned to the wind spirit's side, supporting her weak body, "How to deal with it?" ”

Feng Lingqiang gritted his teeth and squeezed out of his throat word by word: "Put out the fire, try to lie down next to the camel as much as possible, and cover yourself with felt, at most an hour, boil it and pass." ”

Everyone lay down according to what the wind spirit said, and after a while, there was no movement, and the wind spirit listened to it again, and said suspiciously: "The movement has changed, it doesn't seem to be a sandstorm." She lifted the felt covering her body, picked up a small handful of sand on the ground, and slowly spread it downward.

The sand fell straight to the ground, and the wind spirit clapped his hands and said, "It's not a sandstorm. ”

As soon as the words fell, a few fires in the distance flickered on the horizon.

This time, the bowstring in Yan Yan's head was tight, because he recognized that there were no bandits in Mohe Yan's moraine, and the government soldiers had never brought more, counting Gu Fang's troops, there were less than thirty people in total, if there was an enemy who would kill him, this thirty people who had been tortured by thirst for a day or two would resist?

"Prepare for war!" Fu Yan ordered in a deep voice, and clenched the long knife in his hand.

I don't know if it was cold or nervous, Feng Ling's whole body trembled like chaff, and the blade in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Scared?" Fu Yanyan asked in a low voice, quietly stretched out a palm, and wrapped her cold hand in the palm, "Don't be afraid, just follow me." ”

The wind spirit nodded tremblingly, and squeezed out a faint "grace" from his throat.

The fire in the distance was getting closer and closer, and she could clearly count the number of torches, Feng Ling counted them softly, there were only about a dozen, she suspected that she was dazzled by the wrong number, and only heard a heavy sigh in her chest to realize that she was not counting wrong.

Closer to this, there seemed to be someone calling for help, even though the fire had been extinguished on the side of the wind spirit, and those who were galloping had already seen it, and the heart-rending cries for help pierced the deep night, teaching people to listen to it in a panic.

After listening intently, he asked Feng Ling, "Can you understand what they are saying?" ”

"Ask for help. It seems to be the Gaochang people, who were raided by the Turks. Feng Ling replied hurriedly, "While the night is dark, there are stars to guide the way, let's go quickly, don't pay attention." ”

Fu Yan stood still, staring at the firelight that was getting closer and closer.

"Hurry up, don't set yourself on fire. We gritted our teeth, we could have walked out of the big sand moraine, but it was only in a day or two, but if we have to take care of those idle things, whether we can save our lives is still two words......" Feng Ling stomped his feet, stretched out his hand and pulled the robe that was blowing Yanyan, "Captain, let's go." ”

Fu Yanyan held the hand of the wind spirit on the robe, "You take the trilogy, find a place to hide." ”

"Captain!" Feng Ling was so anxious that he was almost burned inside, and it was easy to carry his life through Mohe Yanmo, seeing that he was about to get out of the Jedi, but at this time he had to take care of such idle matters.

Fu Yanyan was unmoved, and only held the long knife in his hand tighter, "Gaochang people are also my people of the Tang Dynasty, you teach me how to see death without saving." ”

Feng Ling knew that in the desert where no one was around, saving people mostly meant dying with the rescued, even if she was as benevolent as her grandmother, she didn't dare to help in Mohe Yanmoi easily. But Fu Yanyan's words were so firm, she also knew that he was unshakable.

The soldiers had already lit their torches, illuminating the silhouettes of several horses rushing in front of them. The wind spirit looked around through the firelight, the desert was vast, and there was no place to hide, so she had to re-grasp the blade and order the troops to fight together.

The first horse that reached them did not have time to rein in the reins, and a man rolled off the horse, crawled straight to the front of the soldiers, and bowed to the ground in a panic, saying "woo woo lur", the government soldiers did not know what he was talking about, but turned their faces to the flick in a daze. When the man saw this, he fell down again in front of Fu Yanyan, and gestured as if he were crazy.

The few behind dismounted one after another, and knelt down in front of Fu Yanyan. The wind spirit looked at them one by one, a total of eight people, and when they saw the clothes on their bodies, they were all poor people, and the fire shone on their faces, outlining an extremely frightened appearance.

She listened with a frown and guessed: "Probably speaking, the Turks attacked their village at night, and several of them ran out desperately, begging us to save people." ”

"Ask them how many Turks have come." Fu Yan said.

Feng Ling's gaze moved away from the few people who spoke Gaochang words, and he said angrily: "Du Wei, can I know anything?" Gao Chang is not proficient in the wind spirit. ”

The look of shirk was clearly written on her face, Fu Yanyan raised his eyebrows, glanced at her reproachfully, nodded at the eight people, reached out his arms, and made a gesture of leading the way.

The eight men immediately understood, and hurriedly kowtowed to them a few times, got up from the ground and got on their horses. And they got on the camels, and took the brass bells from their necks, and followed the horses.

The subordinates looked at the wind spirit hesitantly, "Auntie, should we go?" ”

Wind Spirit gritted his teeth, "Keep up." ”

The subordinates knew that there was a lot of luck in saving people in the big sand moraine, and because the wind spirit gave an order, they had to obey, and they were reluctant in their hearts.

"I don't know the danger, but I ...... in the wilderness of Guazhou two years ago" Feng Ling pointed to the back of the Yan Yan in front of him, and sighed: "What should I do if he abandons me for his own care?" But you still have a living head? ”

The tribesmen felt a loss in their hearts, and if it weren't for the reminder of the wind spirit, they would have almost become such ungrateful and unrighteous people. The leading subordinates said heavily, "Auntie, don't say it, Captain Han said that our Gu family's troops will not lose to the government soldiers, and we can't teach people to underestimate this time." (To be continued.) )