The words of the silver priest made Yang Shuang think of the green forest.

Steppe tribal conflicts, for food and population, will not be wiped out.

But the people in the green forest are different, and killing people depends on their preferences.

However, what puzzled him was that this was the Black Gobi!

Where did the Black Gobi tribe come from?

Before he could give a reminder, the Silver Priest had come to his senses.

"There should not be a tribe ahead, but a supply point for the Eastern Turks stationed here!"

The Turkic army was based on accounts, and every time they moved, they were all childcare expenses.

Another white-clothed priest hurriedly pulled out the parchment map, his face was a little weird, "Strange, according to the speed at which we are moving forward, there are still five days away from the end of the weak water, even if Sha Bo slightly controls the Central Turks, it is impossible not to give some points here!" ”

"Have you forgotten that Liu Fang traveled thousands of miles last year and almost captured the sand bowl alive? As the saying goes, eating a trench grows a wisdom, this may just be an outpost of the Eastern Turks! ”

The team didn't stay long, the Turkic supply point was attacked, and I thought that a large army would come to investigate soon, and if they found a group of people, there was a good chance that they would take the blame.

"Speed up and try to get away from this area before dawn!"

Actually, the Silver Priest didn't want to walk along the weak water anymore, but the sky was dark and the sand dunes were all around, and it was impossible for anyone to discern the direction without the intermittent underground river as a landmark.

Hurry up, gallop under the starry sky and moonlit night, and wait for the morning star to hang high, and everyone will stop against the frost.

However, the silver priest, who was out of breath and physically and mentally exhausted, did not relax in the slightest, and his face was very ugly.

There was a camp five miles ahead, not unlike the one I had encountered before.

There were improvised fences, more than 30 tents, and a dozen wagons with barrels.

The whole camp was dead and silent, full of dead bodies, and looking at their deaths, it was like a copy of the previous one.

"Let's go! Don't stay! Ignoring his exhaustion, the silver priest led the group to the east.

Yang Shuang didn't know where the Samoyed tribe was, but according to some clues in later generations and the profile of the Samoyed dog, they should be in Siberia, or even close to Northern Europe!

What the hell is going east?

Wouldn't the journey that should have been covered in two months be extended to the east?

His limbs were no longer restrained, and Yang Shuang's careful thoughts hidden in the depths of his heart also came alive.

It's time to think about escaping!

A group of people hurried slowly, and in the middle of the day, they traveled a hundred miles again.

What made Yang Shuang also feel that there was another camp in front of him!

Although the scale is much smaller, the situation is still the same as the previous two.

Even a fool can see what the problem is.

Targeted!

And, it's still a group of ruthless people!

The Silver Priest no longer urged the crowd to hurry, but silently greeted the other two Silver Priests and began to eat and rest in place.

Sure enough, after about a quarter of an hour, more than a dozen riders came from the east side.

They were dressed in winter clothes, with scimitars at their waists, face masks, black scarves on their heads, and only their eyes exposed.

He wore a long black cloak on his back, and stepped on the bearded riding boots, and a dagger was tied to one side of the riding boots, all carrying a longbow and several sacs of feathered arrows.

They seemed to have just had a killing feast, and there was still a trace of hazy killing intent on their bodies that had not faded, even under the scorching sun, with a biting coldness.

The three silver priests made eye contact for a moment, and the one who was fighting with Yang Shuang waved his hand at the guards who followed behind him.

Twenty men who can be called third-rate generals and have a combat power of more than seventy have rushed forward one after another.

What happened that night made the Silver Priest understand that the one who came was not good!

"Kill!"

The guards drew their knives to meet the battle, and soon crossed a distance of 100 meters, approaching this group of black-clothed weirdos.

However, the weirdos in black stood side by side and were unmoved.

When the guards rushed to within fifty meters, they unhurriedly lowered their longbows.

Woohoo!

More than a dozen soft sounds almost condensed into one, and the moment the bowstring collapsed, only two of the twenty guards remained!

Kill!

Even so, the guards showed no fear, and both of them swung their swords at the same time to slash at the person in front of them.

Unfortunately, before the swords fell, the white light in their eyes flickered, and they felt the sky spinning.

Looking at the two rolling heads, Yang Shuang's eyes narrowed.

Hell, how is this move a bit like a cutlass with a scimitar?!

Shi Da: They leaked the moves? Or did Ding Yanping and the bearded guest betray themselves?

Or, during the training of the army, there was a master lurking outside the barracks and stealing the knife technique?

This is no small matter!

If the enemy knows the starting style of their soldiers, whether they are splitting, chopping, or swinging, they will take precautions in advance, or they will not be prepared, and directly take advantage of the gap between their soldiers to kill!

Thinking of this, Yang Shuang felt a pressure that he had never felt before.

He doesn't know how to use swordsmanship, let alone the military formation practiced by the army in this era, and the reason why the sword and shield soldiers are invincible is that they rely on the battle shield and sword technique in their hands.

One defense and one attack, it is natural.

But now, there are even people who know this knife technique!

The faces of the three silver priests were also very ugly, and the twenty guards were killed in an instant, which was enough to see that the opponent's combat power was extraordinary.

Generals? Or is it a good hand in the green forest?

The three of them ignored a glance, and the silver priest who was fighting with Yang Shuang flew forward.

The latter two took advantage of the hunger and cold Yang Shuang's distraction, and directly smashed his fist on the back of the head, and then led the war horse to gallop quickly to the north.

However, to the frustration of the silver priest who rushed up, the other party did not fight him, and when he saw him rushing up, he shot arrows to obstruct him, and then turned his head and left.

When Yang Shuang woke up, the sky had already darkened, and he was tied with cold and hard chains again, while the three silver priests were around to roast the fire.

Two napped, and one stayed up late with dark circles.

The crackling and burning felt cloth carried a choking stench, and it was estimated that it was not only mixed with hair, but also with corpses!

Black Gobi, where to find wood!

It's a camp!

Yang Shuang looked around, he had an understanding of the environment he was in, and he was a slaughtered Turk who didn't give a point!

"Hey! I said a few old immortals, even if the master was unchained, he didn't think about running away, why did he knock out the master without saying a word? ”

"Shut up!" The silver priest seemed to be in a bad mood, and when he saw Yang Shuang wake up, he lifted the water bladder and pinched his mouth and poured a stream of water.

Caught off guard, Yang Shuang coughed a few times, swept his eyes and sat cross-legged, and the two silver priests who slept like cultivators immediately shrank their pupils.

They were all hurt!

There is no doubt that there are two holes in the white robe on the left, and there are still traces of blood oozing out.

And the one on the right is even more miserable, with two arrows with their tails cut off in his arms!

Arrow wounds!

Who hangs like that?

Unless all the skills are added, Yang Shuang has the strength to draw the silver priest, and he was actually shot and injured.

Could it be the eighteen men in black?

"Woohoo~~~~~~~"

While thinking about it, there was a sudden wolf howl from the outside of the camp.

Not in one direction, but in all directions!

The silver priest's eyelids jumped, unmoved.

Yang Shuang's face changed greatly, "Wocao!" Untie my chains, damn it, it's not man-made, it's a pack of wolves! ”