Chapter 38: A Sudden Fight

On the way home, and also re-entering the desert, when crossing the Flaming Mountain, the horses will not be able to move forward.

It is also the vast desert, under the yellow sand, I don't know how many corpses and bones are being buried in the cold wind. The cold wind of emptiness seems to blow from ancient times, blowing the sad hearts of pedestrians.

The sun was shining, there was no warmth, and Tiemo walked with difficulty.

The yellow sand in front of you, death is flowing, and the wind is whimpering and roaring, penetrating people's hearts.

In this desert of death, whether you are a man or a woman, high or low, the immortal heaven will treat everyone equally.

Walking past the Mochizuki slope, the caravan turned and walked all the way west, and did not return the way it came.

On the one hand, it can go straight to the west and cross the desert at the fastest speed, and on the other hand, it can bypass the sphere of influence of the Tumut tribe and enter the Naiman tribe of the Chahar tribe, and then go south to take the road of Zhangbei.

There are too many goods to bring, even if you walk for a while, you must choose the safest route.

Carrying a body of dust, through the windy place, when the sun was about to fade, the camel caravan woke up again.

Looking at the sky to the south, Tiemo knelt on the ground and bowed heavily. Those brothers who died in the desert will never be able to return to Dark Village Fort in this life.

If there is eternal life in the world, may their souls rest in peace.

The stars in the sky, like the light of the years roaring silently, reach out and touch, but hold a piece of desolation.

Even if you walk through the desert once, you still don't dare to have the pride of competing with heaven and earth. If he could, even Jin Ge Iron Horse would not want to spend the night in this vast desert.

The wind, the cold, the boundless, the despair is growing little by little.

On the seventh night, there were finally people who couldn't bear the cold of the world, and seven more people were buried in this desert forever.

Seeing that Aqige next to him was staggering, Tiemo reached out to help him, untied the water bag on his waist, and handed it over.

"Take a sip!"

Aqige reluctantly took a sip, and then looked at the starry sky in the distance with some loss, "We have too many goods, the speed is too slow, I'm afraid it will take four or five days!" ”

"No matter how hard it is, we have to look forward!"

Tiemo will never give up, he has broken through so many dangers before, there is no reason to fall before dawn.

Another day passed, and Azige's body became weaker and weaker, and many times he could only rely on the iron ink to carry forward.

When they came, the caravan of more than 50 people lasted for 14 days, and 16 people were buried in the wind and sand.

The dawn sun pierced through the mist, and I don't know if it was an illusion, but a withered yellow castle seemed to loom in the distance.

The Mongols behind him also saw the scenery in the distance, and many Mongols began to shout happily when someone shouted.

Tie Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he should be out of the desert!

After more than ten days of wild sand, not only people are uncomfortable, but even the arrogant Meng Meng has become extremely embarrassed, and the soft hair has become dirty, as if covered with a layer of soil.

Meng Meng followed Tie Mo closely, and seeing that she was about to walk through the yellow and deserted earthen castle, Tie Mo's legs suddenly couldn't move.

Meng Meng bit Tiemo's trouser leg and whined in her throat.

Tie Mo's heart tightened, is there danger?

Seeing that the people in the camel team were rushing forward like crazy, Tiemo had no choice but to shout, "Don't mess up, Dingshan, you take someone to the front to feel the situation first!" ”

Zhou Dingshan nodded with difficulty, but before he could go to inquire about the situation, he saw a loess in the distance.

Tiemo is no longer the kind of Wuxia Amon who has never fought, and he can see at a glance that it is a cavalry.

Gradually, a group of figures appeared in the field of vision, they rode war horses, and let out a strange whine.

The Mongolian warriors in the caravan changed their expressions greatly, and immediately drew their scimitars from the shuttle and blocked the front as if they were facing a great enemy.

Azig finally woke up slowly, and when he saw the situation in the distance, his already pale face became even more gloomy, "It's Bayan Khan's people, coming at me!" ”

Tiemo slowly put down Azig and clenched the machete in his hand.

Turning his head, he looked at the Chang family's camel team behind him lightly, and said to Shi Hu in a very low voice: "Brother Hu, you keep an eye on the people of the Chang family, as long as they dare to be unfavorable to us, none of them will be left, and they will all be slaughtered." ”

Shi Hu doesn't care if Tiemo's order is reasonable or not, and he doesn't care if it's cruel or not, as long as Tiemo says it, he will not hesitate to carry it out.

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The cold wind is bleak, and the war horses are surging.

There is a cavalry squad of more than 20 people, which is not too many, but for the exhausted camel team, it is tantamount to the god of death descending from the immortal sky.

"Uncle Sangun, don't be busy shooting, find the leader, give me a shot to knock him over!"

After saying these words, Tiemo roared and greeted the soldiers around him.

The two sides did not stop at all, did not say half a word of nonsense, and in the blink of an eye, they were killed. The camel caravan seemed to be numerous, but it was tired and lacked defenses, which was the opponent of the cavalry.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people in the caravan fell under the cavalry raid.

It was the first time for Tiemo to face the impact of the cavalry, so he gathered all his strength and slashed a knife, but the Mongolian cavalry turned over and easily dodged.

Good and skilled horse skills, worthy of being a nation that lives on horseback all year round.

One knife missed, and before he could cut a second one, another cavalryman rushed over.

Tie Mo instinctively bent down, but the sharp scimitar still left a scar on his back, and a cold sweat broke out in pain.

The cavalry who rushed over didn't seem to have any intention of entanglement, and rushed straight towards the pale Azige.

Azig clutched the gem-embedded scimitar and remained motionless. Tiemo knew that it wasn't that Azige didn't want to move, but that she couldn't move. At this time, Aqige's body was delicate, and he only had the share of being killed.

Seeing that one of the cavalrymen was about to rush in front of Azige, Tie Mo was in a hurry, and with a flick of his right arm, the machete flew towards the cavalryman like a meteor.

The machete was not suitable for concealment, and it did not cut the cavalryman, but the heavy machete smashed the opponent off his horse.

There was no time to catch his breath, and the other cavalryman simply ignored his fallen companion and continued to rush forward.

With trembling hands, Azig slowly raised her scimitar, knowing she couldn't stop it. Turn around and run? That will only make you die faster.

Looking at the men and horses who kept rushing forward, they got closer and closer, close enough to see the excited smiles on the faces of the cavalrymen. He must be very happy, killing the pearl of the Naiman tribe will definitely be rewarded by Bayan Khan.

At this moment, Aqige's heart was full of despair, tears filled his dry eyes, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

He is still young, and he has not yet had his own golden knife horse.

Father Khan, my daughter has found Meng Tianzhu for you, but today she is going to die here!

Just when Azig thought that he would return to the embrace of Immortal Heaven, a figure hit the neck of the war horse hard, and the war horse suddenly fell to the ground heavily, letting out a painful neigh.

The man was covered in blood and embarrassed, but he used all his strength to knock a galloping horse to the ground.

Tiemo, it's him!