The rising sun, as large as a disc, rises in the sky, faithfully repeats its daily work, and tests all living things on the earth with its characteristic enthusiasm.

The Three Riders of Light, composed of hundreds of riders, are being tested by the scorching sun.

The diametrically opposite gap between heaven and earth made the three riders of light really feel the excitement of the rotation of joy and sorrow.

When hundreds of knights appeared in front of them, they cried, cried excitedly, it was the Black Tower! It turned out to be the Black Tower!

At the critical moment, the Black Tower led three hundred mysterious forces in the Red Desert to appear and appeared in front of the Three Riders of Light in time. If it hadn't been for the sudden sandstorm yesterday, they would have arrived much earlier.

Li Huaitang looked excitedly at the three hundred knights, all camel rides, double rides! It was these ships of the desert that they were spared in the face of sandstorms.

Heaven may be there to show its fairness. If it brings joy to some, it grieves others.

At this moment, Barth and the others are complaining about the tricks that God has played on them. How is that possible? He was still desperately thanking Dadu Mo just now! Why hasn't his own reinforcements arrived yet, but those Shi Guo cavalry, who have always been considered lone troops, came to reinforce?

But facts are facts, no matter how much Balth can't figure it out. Li Huaitang did indeed receive reinforcements, as well as a large amount of fresh water brought by three hundred camels.

With the cooperation and support of the crazy rain of arrows of the three Bright Horsemen, the mysterious force showed their strong strength, and hundreds of Turgish were powerless to fight back under their strong attack. The tiger general Balth was also killed in a heroic battle, to be precise, by a camel in a nest. The exhausted Turgish soldiers were subjected to an indifferent massacre, and none of them survived.

"Who's going to tell me what's going on?"

Mohe Dagan stood on this trap that he had set for Li Huaitang, looking at the corpse of Barth in the half-buried gravel and screaming hoarsely.

At noon, Mohe Dagan led two thousand horsemen under the leadership of Dadu Mo and rushed here. The result was beyond his expectations, and Shi Guo's cavalry once again slapped him in the mouth. Hundreds of corpses of warriors and horses lay silently on the desert, welcoming him.

In his consciousness, Balth lost more than half of it at most. Unexpectedly, the whole army was wiped out. Shi Guoren, is it the incarnation of demons?

"I'm going to file you to ashes ......"

In the desert sky, the sad roar of Mohedagan wafted.

The Three Horsemen of Light had already left this battlefield and were heading east. Li Huaitang, who was marching behind the team, seemed to have heard something and turned around. Just now, the Eagle told him that reinforcements from the Turgish had arrived. Li Huaitang had a hunch that it was very likely that the leader of the team would be Mo He Dagan, as well as his blood wolf and blood bear ride. Thinking of Mo He Dagan's wonderful expression, Li Huaitang smiled.

Perhaps in order to paralyze himself, Mohedagan did not send his elite, or perhaps because he wanted to deal with his own unruly cavalry, more than 2,000 people were enough. Indeed, if everything had gone according to Mohedagan's plan, he might not have seen the sun today. Li Huaitang looked up to look at the sun, but found that it was too dazzling.

Although Li Huaitang was very taboo about the blood wolf and blood bear riding, he was not worried that they would catch up. For more than two hours, the small whirlpool on the desert ground was enough to smooth out the traces of his own brigade of men and horses. Even if you send scouts, once you go back and forth, it will be more than half a day, and it will be difficult to catch up again.

The sun was already overhead, and the pedestrians in the desert could no longer rely on it to identify their directions, so in order to avoid taking the wrong path, the three riders of light stopped to rest, waiting for the sun to set to the west.

The hundreds of mysterious horsemen from the Red Desert still looked withdrawn, they didn't make a sound, they stayed quietly, leaning on the side of the camels and drinking water. They are masters of the desert and have become accustomed to the hardships of the desert.

From the incomplete account of the Black Tower, Li Huaitang learned some information.

This group of indifferent cavalrymen were all slaves, each of whom had been secretly redeemed by the elders of the Wo Sect when they were young, and they had been living in the desert ever since. The brutal selection eliminated all the weak ones, and in the end, only 300 of them remained. Ruthlessness was the hallmark of each of them, and the three elders who had previously been loyal to the Vood were all obedient to Underta's letter after seeing Heta show him his letter, and they all did not hesitate to submit to Anmutata's arrangement and follow him to meet their new master.

The identity of these hundreds of horsemen is really complicated, and most of them can't tell what race they are from their appearance, according to Hudu, they are a group of miscellaneous beards. However, their language is very unified, Lit. This was one of the requirements of the three elders, the other being to follow the Wo religion.

Considering the difficulty of fusing them into the three cavalry of light, Li Huaitang decided to let the Black Tower lead the nearly 300 camel horses, and the newly established cavalry was named after the red camel horse, which means the red desert camel ride. The vacancy of the main general of the right horseman, the sunspot will be transferred to fill it, and the eagle rides, and the flying eagle is already fully competent. Externally, they are still collectively referred to as the Three Riders of Light.

Yesterday's hard battle caused the three riders of Guangming to suffer heavy losses, and they have reached the level of breaking their muscles and bones. The total number of dead and missing core main forces has been more than half, and those are all soldiers who have been trained with great difficulty, and they are all gone all of a sudden, which makes Li Huaitang's heart ache. Especially Li Huaitang's archery master Hu Yijian, whose whereabouts are still unknown, makes Li Huaitang even more worried.

So where did Hu Yijian go? Can you survive a sandstorm? Li Huaitang looked at the yellow sand everywhere, and felt irritable.

Beneath a sand dune, the eagle is prostrate and listening.

Every time the march stopped, he habitually pressed his ear to the ground, recognizing all the vibrations that came from the vicinity. Everyone admired his special ability. Perhaps, he was born to be a scout. Li Huaitang thought to himself, the strange appearance of the flying eagle made him forget the troubles just now.

Each time, the Eagle noticed something unusual and raised his left hand to signal. This time, it was no exception, and under the faint laughter of everyone, his left hand was raised. Everyone's faces changed, and they nervously clenched their weapons in their hands. Several eagle scouts quickly climbed to the top of several nearby sand dunes, looking around for something.

Could it be that reinforcements from the Turgish are chasing after them?

Li Huaitang also reacted in the same way. Soon, however, he noticed something unusual. Unlike the others, the eagle did not get up, but still crawled on the ground, continuing to listen intently.

Li Huaitang couldn't help but walked towards Feiying.

"What's the situation?"

Li Huaitang knelt beside Feiying and asked solemnly.

Feiying raised his eyes to look at Li Huaitang, shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, but I obviously heard a voice just now." It seems to be the sound of digging, which should be near us. ”

Feiying even said and gestured, and Li Huaitang understood a general idea.

"Which direction?" This made Li Huaitang feel a little weird.

The Eagle hesitantly pointed to the ground, a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Underground! You mean under the gravel? Li Huaitang looked at the Flying Eagle's movements in surprise and felt incredible, "This, is there someone under the desert?" No! You reconfirm. ”

Commanded, the Eagle leaned over again and pressed his downwind ear to the gravel.

After a long time, Feiying raised his head in disappointment and said, "There is no movement." However, I'm sure that the voice is indeed true. ”

Ever since the Eagle showed his unique ability, he had not made a mistake, and every time he had predicted the position, distance, and number of enemies with great accuracy. If the eagle's discovery is correct, there must be something under the gravel nearby. Li Huaitang pondered for a while, called all the scouts with him, and instructed them to carefully search for all suspicious signs in the vicinity.

The scouts of the Eagle Rider carried out Li Huaitang's strange order in confusion. Slowly searching the edges of the various dunes, the scimitar in his hand digging into the gravel from time to time, hoping to find something.

"There is a discovery! Checkmate! ”

One of the scouts shouted excitedly from a hundred paces away, a rag in his hand.

"Let's go, let's see." Li Huaitang and Feiying quickly ran towards the scout who had made a discovery.

Taking the strip of rags in the scout's hand, Li Huaitang examined it carefully, frowned and said, "This seems to be the merchant's clothing." Where did you find it? ”

The scout told Li Huaitang that he had brought it out after sticking a spear into the sand.

So, under the command of Li Huaitang, several bright cavalry began to dig a pit. A corpse was dug up from under the half-man-deep gravel. Looks like he hasn't been dead for long.

"It's a Turgish!"

Li Huaitang was stunned. It is very likely that this is the Turkey Shi who pursued Hu Yijian yesterday, and his clothes were in tatters, and he should have been torn by the sandstorm. Could it be that Hu Yijian was also killed? Li Huaitang's heart sank, staring at the rags in his hand, and he was dazed.

One of the scouts touched Li Huaitang with his hand, and Li Huaitang came back to his senses, and followed the scout's hand to see the left hand raised by the flying eagle again, and he crawled on the edge of the sand pit he had just dug.

"General, there's a voice! I hear you! The eagle's voice trembled slightly, "Ahead, just ahead!" As he spoke, he stood up and pointed to the ground in front of him.

Following the direction the eagle pointed, several scouts rushed forward, and suddenly, the gravel in front of them began to flow, flowing underground, and the scouts screamed, and as the quicksand slowly fell down, disappearing from the ground.

"Be careful, General! It's quicksand! Feiying hurriedly grabbed Li Huaitang, who wanted to go forward to rescue.