Chapter 3 Yangguan (4 times)

With this experience of scaring off the wolves, Wang Xun's prestige in the team has invisibly increased by several levels. Especially those people who are strong no longer dare to treat this captain who is less than twenty years old as a child, and their eyes are full of admiration. When it was time to camp in the evening, knowing that there could be no enemy nearby, he asked everyone to put the carriages end to end to form a barracks, and scattered three layers of iron thistles to deal with the cavalry around the "barracks", which were also carried out to the letter, and no one dared to laugh at him for drawing snakes.

The night in the desert was cold. Although there was no wind, the cold still gathered from all directions, seeping through the fur and silk jackets on the body, and slowly seeping into the bones from the sweat pores. Unable to predict how long they would have to walk on this damn road to see the next oasis, they had to make as few campfires as possible in order to save on the few dry firewoods they already had. It made the night seem even longer. Before he could reach the sea, most of the brothers had woken up from the cold, curled up in their bedding, their upper and lower teeth clashing against each other, "clucking, clucking, clucking......

On the contrary, those people are strong, because they are accustomed to hardship, but they sleep very sweetly. The snoring came and went, like the thunder of a summer evening.

Listening to these accompaniments, Wang Xun certainly couldn't sleep anymore. Keep your eyes open and count the stars in the night sky boringly. Compared to Chang'an City, the stars above the head appear larger, closer, and clearer at this moment. Although there was a full moon hanging in the sky at the same time, it could not hide their light. It is said that each star in the sky corresponds to a person on the ground, and when the natal star becomes brighter, that person's luck will also improve. "I just don't know which one is mine?" Wang Xun thought silently in his heart, "Which one is Jing Zhi and Aunt Yun, and which one is Ziluo?" ”

Unconsciously, he began to miss Chang'an City. When you are in it, you always see its flaws, and you wish you could leave it sooner. And at this moment, when I go home thousands of miles, the most profound memory is all its benefits. There is a Taoist temple on the side of Qujiang Pond, the peach trees are planted in front of the door, and every spring comes, the peach blossoms bloom as gorgeous as clouds. Walking under the tree, you can see countless red men and green women, almost all in pairs, nodding to each other when they bump into each other, and no one will laugh at anyone. In the season of flowers, people who walk alone under the peach trees are different.

Jiro? Bai Jingzhi's voice came from behind, faint as a whisper, but full of attachment. Wang Xun slowly turned his head and saw Bai Jingzhi leaning against a peach tree, her face the color of peach blossoms. He walked over with a smile and stretched his arms forward to secure the white wattle under the tree. Bai Xuanzhi slowly raised her cherry lips, closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled up and down......

The beautiful scenery of a good day, how can it be disappointed? In just a moment, the fragrance of the lips has been intoxicating. But at this moment, the sky suddenly changed drastically, and thunder rolled from the sky, splitting the peach trees behind them......

Falling red all over the ground. A pair of young men and women walked away with their heads in their arms. As they ran, their clothes slowly fell off, revealing Bai Sensen's skeleton. They are all Gaochang people, Gaochang people who were buried alive by Hou Junji in the thousands of miles of Hanhai. Filled with resentment, they stretched out their fangs and claws and tried to attack everything living in their vicinity......

"What the hell—" Bai Jingzhi screamed in fright. It was indeed a man's voice in his throat. In an instant, she also turned into a skeleton and opened her arms to herself.......

"Ah——!h Wang Xun was so frightened that he woke up from his sleep in an instant. The screams were still echoing in my ears, one after the other, "Ghost, the unjust ghost has come to ask for his life!" ”

"Nonsense, where the hell came from?" Although his heart almost beat out of his throat, Wang Xun still did not forget the responsibility on his shoulders. Instinctively, he rolled over and sat up, grabbing the chain hammer that he had been holding at hand.

"Ghost, ghost ......" Minzhuang and the soldiers hugged their heads and ran away, and the whole camp became a pot of porridge. It's just that the carriage blocked the way, so that they don't scatter and flee. "It's over!" At that moment, Wang Xun almost planned to run for his life alone. But a stubborn force from the bottom of his heart instantly suppressed his fear, forcing him to look up.

Everyone has their own responsibilities on their shoulders, and there is no escaping from it. For now, his responsibility lies in the camp, the wagons full of baggage.

Approaching the fifteenth, the miserable white moonlight illuminated the desert brightly. Just a hundred paces or so outside the camp, there was a group of miserable white shadows, with muscular skulls on their heads, riding war horses, quietly approaching everyone. Because they have to deal with the thistle under their feet, they don't walk very fast. But the smell of the hair itself is straight to the face.

It was definitely not the smell of a living person, and the dark red blood on the body was definitely not just flowing out. It's the Gaochang people, the Gaochang people who were buried alive under the sand dunes by Hou Junji, after nearly a hundred years, they really came to ask for their lives! Fear was like a poisonous snake again, entangled Wang Xun's heart. He could barely breathe. He didn't want to die, but it seemed that there was no way to escape. With the idea of pulling a cushion before he died, he grabbed an almost burned piece of wood from the campfire beside him and threw it at the ghosts outside the camp. The bright charcoal fire swirled in mid-air, swept nearly fifty paces away, hit the ground, exploded, and red stars shot out. The ghosts who were dealing with thistles were startled by Mars, and although they were far away, they instinctively took their mounts, raised their hollow eyes, and looked into the camp.

"Don't be afraid, greet them with rockets. Ghosts are also afraid of fire! "Like a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw, Wang Xun tore open his throat and made a voice that was hardly his own." Rockets, rockets. Don't run, where can you run to such a big desert? ”

No one stopped to listen to his orders, and the soldiers and the people became a pot of porridge. Several able-bodied men had already flipped over the carriage away from the ghost's direction, spreading their legs and running wildly into the depths of the desert.

"Escapees, slash!" Seeing that more and more people climbed into the carriage, Wang Xun opened his throat and shouted, ran a few steps, and pulled the nearest escapees from the carriage one by one with one hand. "Rocket, rocket! We've got rockets! Demons are also afraid of fire. Such a large desert, without water, will die of thirst sooner or later. ”

Not sure if it was his reminder or if the fear of dying of thirst overrode the fear of ghosts, people stopped trying to climb over the wagon, but collectively turned their heads and headed straight for the place where the water bags were stacked. "Death to those who rob the water!" Wang Xun was in a hurry, picked up the chain hammer in his other hand, and smashed his head and face. The two fastest runners were hit and fell to the ground screaming. The third one who approached the water bag was the Wyvern Guard, who quickly lay down and rolled on the ground to avoid the fate of broken tendons. The whole person was frightened, opened his mouth and wailed.

"We're dead, we're ghosts. Are ghosts still afraid of ghosts? In a hurry, Wang Xun also let go, hammered the chain round, and swept around the water bag, "Pick up a bow for me, shoot rockets, and burn them with rockets." Hou Junji watched from the sky. Back then, Gaochang people were not the opponents of our Tang Jian'er, they were ghosts, they were not! ”

Between being crushed to death by a chain hammer, fleeing into the desert and dying of thirst, and fighting with the evil spirits that rushed into the camp, most people instinctively chose a third person. Taking advantage of the fact that the crowd had calmed down a little, Wang Xun put down the chain hammer, leaned down again and grabbed a burning wooden stick from the campfire, and threw it at the ghost closest to the camp.

This time, the torch nearly hit its target, causing the terrified ghost's mount to raise its front hooves and let out a "grunt" roar. "How can a ghost ride a live horse?" Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration in his heart, and Wang Xun shouted loudly. "Fake, don't be afraid, everyone, it's definitely not a ghost outside. It's impossible for a ghost to fight on a live horse! ”

"Yes, yes, if the ghost has absorbed enough yang energy, he can ride a horse!" The voice of the guide Lao Yue came immediately, and it made goosebumps rise to the point of incomprehension. Wang Xun didn't say a word, strode over, and smashed the door of Lao Yue's face with a small shield on his left arm. After watching the other party fall to the ground, he raised the chain hammer again and shouted angrily at the ghosts outside the camp, "If you have a kind of come over and fight with Lao Tzu, what kind of ability is it to pretend to be a ghost?" Lao Tzu is dead, he is still a ghost, and he must be stronger than you fake ghosts! ”

The ghosts outside still did not speak, and jumped off their mounts and approached the camp on foot. More than a dozen of the more daring Wyvern guards heard Wang Xun's shout, and with the idea of fighting to the death, they opened their bows and arrows, and shot outside the camp one after another. Most of them are ordinary feathered arrows, with only a few scattered arrows, and they are fire arrows. The ghosts that were silently approaching were caught off guard and were actually embarrassed by the feathered arrows. The shroud on one of the unlucky ghosts was unfortunately ignited by a rocket, and he was so frightened that the skull fell directly from his neck.

"#¥%@" The unlucky man cursed in an unfamiliar language, bending down to pick up the skull on the ground. At this moment, the flaws on his body became more and more obvious, the originally blackened neck was illuminated by the firelight on his body, and the curled hair was clearly visible.

"Fake!" "Fake! The skeleton is on top of the head! The guards, who had already been frightened into the six gods, woke up one after another, opened their throats and scolded, "Tell you to pretend, tell you to pretend." Lao Tzu shoots you to death and turns you into a real ghost. Shoot you, shoot you! ”

"Shoot you, Lao Tzu is a wicked person, specializing in dealing with evil ghosts!"

"When I was alive, I was killed by Lao Tzu, and when I died, I was a ghost!"

More Praetorian guards woke up from their terror, drew their horned bows, lit the feathered arrows with fire on the fronts, and shot them one after the other. They usually don't train seriously, and the fire arrows they send out are ten times more likely to deviate from the target. But there is always such a lucky guy, who is blind and blinded in the right place. The "ghosts", who were close enough to touch the edge of the carriage, were shot in embarrassment and retreated with yelling. Laughter erupted from the camp, and more feathered arrows rose into the air, chasing the "ghosts" and sending them a hundred paces away with the frightened horses.

There was no wind in the four fields, and the fire bolts stuck in the sand continued to burn, shining a particularly clear picture of the skulls that the "ghosts" had dropped as they retreated in embarrassment. Looking at the miserable white skulls and a few "unlucky ghosts" who were seriously injured and struggling in front of the camp, the Wyvern Guards and the people laughed, not remembering who was almost scared by the ghosts to pee their pants just now?!

"Lao Zhou, is Lao Zhou still there? Count the number of people for Lao Tzu! While everyone was still immersed in the excitement of repelling the "ghosts", Wang Xun ordered loudly. "Lao Zheng, Lao Zheng, hurry up and bring a few brothers to plug the gap for me. Xiao Fang, Fang Ziteng, you kid was scared to death, if you're still alive, take a breath! Lao Wei, what about Lao Wei, hurry up and see how many people are strong under you? Lao Zhu, find a few guys with big voices to stand in the carriage behind, and call the guys who ran away as much as possible. ”

People are just strange, just now I was scared to the point of urine, and after discovering that the ghost was dressed up as a robber, I completely forgot about my fear. Soon, there was a response from a hippie smile from the camp. Several of the main Praetorian Guard leaders and the leaders of the Minzhuang temporarily promoted by Wang Xun did not have time to escape. put on a posture of being fearless in danger and went separately to carry out Wang Xun's orders.

After a while, the gang elders Zhou, Lao Zheng, the coward Fang Ziteng, and the leaders of the Minzhuang Wei Feng and Zhu Wuyi came back to report that the place that was pushed away by everyone just now had been blocked with a carriage again. After repeated counts, eighty-seven of the hundred guards remained, and two hundred and sixty-two of the three hundred Minzhuang remained. Zhu Wuyi had already sent more than a dozen loud people to stand in the carriage and shout around, I don't know if the gang of cowards who escaped could hear it.

"Leave them alone. I deserved it with thirst! Sit down and let's talk about what to do next!" Wang Xun spat on the ground and ordered in a low voice. In the current situation, he had no time to think about whether he could take the team out of the desert completely. The pretending to be a ghost wandered beyond the range of the feathered arrows, seemingly swearing not to give up until he got his hands on the supplies in the wagon. And in this desert where there is no village in front and no store behind, everyone should not expect reinforcements at all.

"What else to discuss, you are the biggest official here, what do you say, let's do it!" Elder Zheng didn't hesitate and responded.

"Yes, if it wasn't for Captain Wang just now, we would not have been scared to death, but would have been hacked to death by robbers!" After experiencing a crisis, Wei Feng, the leader of Minzhuang, admired Wang Xun so much that he threw himself to the ground, stepped forward, and loudly echoed Lao Zheng's opinion.

Several other leaders felt the same way as Wei Feng's words. They all opened their mouths to echo. Wang Xun's original plan was to establish his absolute command first, and seeing that everyone had no objections, he immediately said loudly: "Then I'm not welcome." From now on, there will be no distinction between who is a soldier and who is a strong man. Those who dare to disobey orders will be dealt with by military law. Otherwise, none of us will ever want to get out of this desert alive. ”

"Yes, we can't mess up, the more chaotic we are, the faster we die!" Everyone nodded and whispered in response. The supplies in the carriage were transported to Shule for the next military operation of the Anxi army. If they are taken away by robbers, even if they are lucky enough to escape from the desert, they will be beheaded in accordance with military law. It's better to fight to the death, fight to defeat the bandits, and break a way for yourself to survive.

"Hmm!" Wang Xun nodded slightly, and then began to set up the defense task, "I'll give you a solid explanation, I guess you have also secretly investigated." All the carriages were full of weapons. It's all a fine product that the Ordnance Superintendent has put a lot of effort into creating it, so let's unload a few carts later, and let each of the brothers pick up a piece of household belonging........"

"When you get to Shule in the future, I'm afraid, I'm afraid you won't be able to explain it to that side!" Without waiting for Wang Xun to finish speaking, Wei Feng, the leader of Minzhuang, hesitated to remind.

"Let's get past the current level first!" Wang Xun smiled, his eyes narrowed into a straight line. "It's better for us to use it than to fall into the hands of robbers."

Is the attacker really a robber? He couldn't be sure. But a clear voice told himself in his heart that if he didn't kill all the guys who pretended to be ghosts, I was afraid that the road ahead would never be peaceful.