The village that was attacked was not far from the original station, and after two or three teas, the light of the fire that rushed to the sky could be faintly seen. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The men led by Info were furious, yelling at them to hurry up.

Since he had already followed, even if Gao Chang's words were sparse, Feng Ling couldn't help but come forward to ask someone, and even said that with comparisons, he finally figured out that the Turks grabbed food, and about 100 people came, and there were only more than 50 people in the village, and there were only more than 50 people in the village, and I don't know how many were still alive at this time.

She reported these words to Fu Yan, and Fu Yanyan thought about it while walking, and ordered: "Thirty to a hundred, although it is difficult, it may not be impossible, but it must not be delayed for a long time." Enter the village, work hard, and fight quickly! Do you hear them all? ”

A hoarse but powerful "Yui" burst out from the whimpering desert wind.

Approaching the village, the fire spread in all directions, and under the duffaging of the night wind, the whole village became a huge furnace, and the screams and screams in it continued, and the Turks had not yet left.

Fu Yanyan ordered everyone to get off the camel, tore open the robe, tied the handle of the long knife and the palm of his hand firmly in one place, and immediately waved the knife to order, and took the lead in rushing into the village.

The village was littered with corpses, and the dirty blood soaked the gravel underground, and the wind spirit gasped, covering his mouth and retching a few times.

The Turks piled up all the grain bags they could find on several carts, some of them carried the grain bags, and some of them carried knives and slashed them, and they were divided into orderly groups, which showed that they were veterans of village slaughter and plunder.

The Turkic thieves were robbing and killing wantonly, and they did not even notice that any living people had entered the village, and the few people who had led the delay saw this tragic situation and rushed forward to fight the Turks.

The soldiers were not wearing military robes, most of them were dressed in short brown, and the Turks only thought that they were villagers who came to snatch back the grain bags, and they didn't care. On a horse, a tall man with a strong physique, like a leader, waved his sword at the soldiers and his subordinates, and a dozen or so Turks laughed roughly and raised their knives to slash.

They didn't know that they had a wrong idea, and the ugly rough laughter still sounded in their throats, and the blood in their throats had been swept away by the sharp blade, and suddenly burst out twice, and fell to the ground. Before the wind spirit could see clearly, a dozen or so people had already taught Yan Yan to knock down half of them, and the remaining few had not yet recovered their senses, and the long knife that killed them had already entered their bodies.

Immediately, the leader became nervous, whistled a few times, and shouted more Turks to surround them from all directions. In the firelight, the figures were longing, the sound of killing was everywhere, and the scuffle was a pile.

Fu Yanyu glanced at Feng Ling in the struggle, although her skills were a little worse, her strength was weak, and it was a little difficult to deal with it, but the few parts she brought with her were all gathered around her, loyal and brave, his heart was a little relaxed, and he concentrated on the head man on horseback.

The man also squinted at the battle, the horizontal flesh on his face twitched in disbelief, and he leaned towards him with a flick of delay, a little closer, and then looked up, a pair of golden eyes were impressive.

He was suddenly stunned, not knowing which branch of Ashina it was. Only a little distracted, the horse lance in the man's hand actually picked up, and he couldn't dodge it, and taught him to pick off his shoulder.

The sudden stinging pain condensed all his sharp energy, and he avoided the swift stabbing of the horse's mallet, turned close to the horse's leg, grabbed a gap, and plunged the long knife into the horse's belly with all his might. The hilt of the long knife was tied to his hand, and the horse neighed and fell on him, and the long knife stuck in the ribs of the horse, and could not be pulled out.

In the midst of the crisis, he brushed the other hand that was vacant, touched the shoes and boots, and felt the small curved blade distributed by the wind spirit's bag, and swiped the palm of his hand, accompanied by a slight sharp pain, the palm suddenly loosened, and the tightly wound cloth collapsed. The stout body of the horse fell down, and he rolled aside in a hurry, and was about to avoid the horse's overturn.

The Turkic leader, who landed with the horse's body, reacted very quickly, and before he could pounce on him, he had already turned over and got up from the ground. Both men were empty-handed and unarmed.

The Turkic head man had the strength to bow his head and swoop over, knocking Fu Yan to the ground, picking him up and slamming him to the ground. Fu Yanyan's body bones are already considered tall, but he still teaches him a brute force that makes him unable to move.

Fortunately, what the Turks had was only a brute force, and they were brave for a while, but they couldn't support it for a long time. After a while, his strength gradually dissipated, and within three or five moves, he taught Yan Yan to counteract underground, and he punched him a few times on the head, and he fainted and collapsed.

When the rest of the Turks saw that the leader was paralyzed on the ground, his life and death were unknown, and they could not stand the fierce beating of the government soldiers, they also dispersed, leaving the snatched grain bags and running away.

Fearing that there would be help outside, those Turks fled and brought in reinforcements, and hurriedly ordered the government soldiers to surround and intercept them everywhere, so as to cut off the Turks in the village. The soldiers were tired, and they relied on a hard breath in their chests to fight a battle, and at this time the Turks were defeated, and this breath was relaxed, and the encirclement and suppression were powerless, and they still taught a few to escape.

There was a fire in the village, and the Turkic leaders were tied up by the delay, and there was no loss to the soldiers and the troops, so he took everyone around, and the tanks that stored water were all pushed to the ground, and no water was left. The corpses were scattered all over the place, including villagers and Turks, and the scorching stench emitted by the burning houses, accompanied by the strong smell of blood, made people sick for a while.

I looked around before and after, but there were only two living mouths. A man who couldn't see his age, most of his body had been burned, his charred clothes and flesh were in one place, his whole body was covered with black blood, there was no intact skin, he moaned in pain, and there was a pair of feet moving under his body. Fu Yanyan hurriedly ordered someone to move the injured person away, and there was still a little lang under him, who was ten years old, his eyes were closed, and he was snorting in pain.

The wind spirit stepped forward to help, and tore open his blood-soaked clothes, only to see a knife wound two fingers long in his abdomen, still oozing blood. The unrecognizable wounded man exerted all his strength, raised his body and glanced at the little man, as if relieved, and a strange "gurgling" sound came from his burned throat, and everyone who listened to it felt pain.

Xiao Lang barely opened his eyes and called a few words of mourning. "That's his daddy." Feng Ling couldn't bear to look at the injured person with blurred flesh and skin, and lowered his head to press the wound on Xiao Lang's abdomen. "Is there any hope for his father?"

Fu Yanyan glanced at him and shook his head. A soldier stepped forward to inspect it, and shook his head: "It won't be long before you will die of pain." ”

As soon as the words fell, the person lying on the ground suddenly vomited blood foam in a big gulp, but he couldn't cry out in severe pain, his eyes were almost split, and two prominent eyes glared at Fu Yanyan beside him in despair and pleading.

Flicking his eyebrows, he took out the small curved blade from his shoes. Feng Ling hurriedly knelt down, carefully hugged the little man's head into his arms, covered his eyes with one hand, and soothed a few times with a "shhhh

The small curved blade in Fu Yanyan's hand slashed accurately and quickly at the wounded man's chest, and a large expanse of black blood came out, dripping under him, and the man tilted his head silently, and released his clenched fist with relief, and the protruding pair of eyes also returned to his sockets, and the hideous and painful expression dissipated with his last exhale.

Feng Ling let go of Xiao Lang's head, but he didn't look back, just curled up on his side and lay on the ground, crying and trembling.

Fu Yanyan wiped the blood stains from the little curved blade from his shirt, and closed his eyes for him. Tilting his head and staring at the wind spirit, he whispered in the little man's ear, speaking half-baked Gaochang dialect.

"What do you say to him?" Fu Yanyan couldn't help but ask.

"Let him not blame you." Feng Ling pursed his lips, "He said that he didn't blame you, but wanted to thank you for freeing his father." ”

"How was he hurt? Probably alive? Fu Yanyan stood up and pointed at the little man.

Xiao Lang was not lightly injured, Feng Ling knew in his heart that the water was now exhausted, and because he had deviated from the original path, he didn't know where he was in the big sand moraine, and those who were alive could not ensure that their lives were safe, not to mention that there was an extra mouth to drink, and he was seriously injured, and the wisest thing to do was to leave him alone and let him fend for himself.

But she couldn't let go of her hand, she was afraid that she would not be at peace for a while, and the guilt would haunt her for a long time, she had always been most tired of this kind of mood, so she turned her heart sideways, gritted her teeth and said: "Take him, tie his wound for him, Mojiao's blood is exhausted, and when we are thirsty and dying, drink his blood to save our lives." ”

Fu Yanyan glanced at her strangely, noncommittal.

The Turkic head, who was tied to the ground, woke up and turned around, staring at the situation in front of him. Fu Yanyan didn't know the Turkic language, so he called the wind spirit to come and spread it. As soon as Feng Ling saw his golden eyes, his brain exploded.

"Which of Ashina's branches are you? With the dignity of the Ashina clan, why do you want to burn, kill and loot in this small village? The wind spirit asked in Turkic reprimand.

Although the Turks woke up, they could not return to their souls, and when the wind spirit asked something, he unconsciously replied: "Winter is approaching, so I have grabbed food to survive the winter." They are Gaochang fugitives, as cheap as ants, Tang Wang's soldiers still don't care, what do you want to do? You know Ashina's name, but even I dare to tie it up? ”

Feng Ling raised his leg and kicked it hard in the chest, "The ants still have a life, not to mention so many living human lives, you say slaughter, slaughter!" ”

The Turks were slap in the chest, resentful, shook their bound bodies, and shouted angrily: "Lao Zi Ye protects Ashina Helu's own nephew, and you are also humiliated!" ”

This sentence didn't need to be passed on by the wind and spirit, Fu Yanyan took two steps closer, and asked condensedly, "The evil obstacle of the Helu Tribe?" ”

"Heru's own nephew." Feng Ling said coldly.

The Turks proudly raised their chins and straightened their chests, but before they could speak, they felt a chill in their hearts, and a blade passed through their chests. He only had time to see Fu Yanyan's hand withdrawn from the hilt of the sword, and he fell to the ground on his knees, and died of exhaustion.

"Go and apologize to those whom you have slaughtered." Fu Yanyan tore off a robe from his corpse and wiped the blood beads on his hands, and the sound was like ice.

"Don't delay, let's go. A few escaped, thinking that they were going to bring reinforcements. Fu Yanyan wiped his hands, threw away the dirty cloth, and ordered in a deep voice.

Two of the men who came over quickly took care of the wound for the little man, carried him out of the village, and carried him on a camel. Xiao Lang was already in a stupor, reclining between the humps, staggering.

The wind spirit had already stepped on the camel, and when she saw him like this, she was afraid that she would fall off the camel after walking a few steps, and she took out a hemp rope out of nowhere and threw it to the tribe: "Tie him to the camel, life and death, and how he is created, it is all up to him." ”

More than 30 people dressed in the night and walked in the opposite direction towards the depths of the big sand moraine. After walking for more than an hour, the fire in the village behind him became weaker and weaker, until it was completely out of sight.

The soldiers and troops were already tired and thirsty, and they had only gone through a battle, and they were all exhausted. Fu Yanyan was afraid that if he went further, he would cause trouble, and estimated that even if there were reinforcements, he would not be able to find this place in the vast night, so he ordered to stop and rest on the spot in a dumb voice.

Everyone put down the felt, and the two of them leaned against each other, wrapped in the felt and slewed. Even if you sleep, you can't sleep all, you should always leave someone to be on duty in shifts, and you can still support it, and he will be on duty for the first shift.

Feng Ling sat beside him, raised his arm to compare the distance to the Big Dipper in the night sky, and let out a long sigh, "We've lost our direction, and we have no water, I don't know how long we can live after dawn." With a heavy nasal voice, it was clearly crying, but there were no tears.

Flicking his arm around her, his chapped lips rubbing lightly against her full moon-like forehead, the newborn stubble pricking her painfully. "Blame me, it's because I can't stand you......" his throat was hoarse, and his words seemed to be full of fire.

Feng Ling buried his face in his chest, listening to his heartbeat, his heart calmed down: "I don't blame you, I can be with you, I am willing to accompany you in the sword mountain and the sea of fire." It's just that I suffer those parts......"

"You say...... Can human blood really be drunk to save lives? Fu Yan asked thoughtlessly.

The wind spirit lifted himself from his bosom, approached his face, and alertly discerned his expression by the faint starlight, which was solemn. She shuddered in her heart, vaguely uncomfortable.

"What are you thinking, I'll coax you to be naughty." The wind spirit pressed down the secret uneasiness, pretending to be casual and patting him on the shoulder, not wanting to delay but "hissing" in pain.

Feng Ling only felt that the palm of his hand was sticky and greasy, and when he reached out to his eyes, he saw that it was actually blood in the palm of his hand. She was not lightly frightened, sat up on her knees and groped around, while reproaching: "You have an injury on your shoulder, why didn't you say it earlier." ”

Unable to find a clean piece of cloth to wrap around the wound in the dark, the wind spirit found a small porcelain bottle in his bag, and tore the bloody clothes on his shoulder, and because he couldn't see the wound, he had to pour down a whole bottle of strong and pungent medicinal wine. Hearing Fu Yanyan's low hum of pain, she was relieved, "The pain is right, this means that the medicine and wine have fallen in the right place." You bear with it, and the wound will be closed early tomorrow morning. ”

Fu Yanyan snorted twice, took the empty small porcelain bottle and put it under his nose and sniffed, "What kind of medicinal wine is so good?" ”

"The secret recipe of the Kang family, given by my brother." The wind spirit stretched out two fingers: "A big centipede two fingers wide, soaked in medicinal wine." If you can get such a big centipede another day, I will make an altar for you. ”

Fu Yanyan said "grace" lightly, and her heart was relieved: she can think about "another day", that is, she has the will to live, which is better than Fang Cai's hopeless words. (To be continued.) )