The snow that had been planned on the wasteland for a long time finally fell, at first it was just a grain of rice, mixed with the cold wind, rustling on the wasteland. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

However, only one night later, the grains of rice turned into snowflakes, fluttering from the gloomy sky, and in less than half an hour, the original gray-brown wasteland became a white world.

It's just that the wasteland covered in snow has suddenly become more vibrant than the barren scenery before!

"God is helping us!" On the snow field, Dugu Mou, whose body and head were covered by heavy snow, held a handful of snow in his hand, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, feeling the coolness of the ice and snow melting in his mouth, looking ahead, and slowly speaking.

As Dugu Mou said, this heavy snow is what they have been looking forward to these days, this wasteland is boundless, and it is a spotless gray-brown color at a glance, if you want to find the traces of Murong Fuyun and his party, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky!

And now, with this heavy snowfall, the gray-brown wasteland is covered with snow, once someone passes by, there will be obvious traces in the snow, then the speed at which they pursue Murong Fuyun and his party will become very fast.

"No!" Hearing Dugumou's words, Xue Rengui on the side suddenly grinned, followed Dugumou's appearance, put a handful of white snow in his mouth and chewed hard, and said excitedly: "A certain family guesses, that Murong Lao'er should have beaten his chest long ago when he looked at this heavy snow!" ”

"Beat your chest, beat your chest!" When Dugu Mou heard this, he rubbed the hand that had just held the snow on the placket of his clothes, and then turned around and got on the horse, sat firmly on the horse, and said to Xue Rengui: "Now we can't manage so much, the top priority is to take advantage of this time to pursue!" ”

"Understood!" Dugumou's words, Xue Rengui naturally understood that the heavy snow could expose the traces of Murong Fuyun and his party, and of course, it could also cover the traces of the enemy in turn, so what they had to do was to find Murong Fuyun and his party before the heavy snow covered the tracks.

"Get on the, I don't think I can do it alone, hurry back!" The team that had just ordered to rest, and before they had rested for a while, they heard Xue Rengui's roar from the front, and as soon as they heard this sound, everyone immediately got on their horses, and in a moment, the team of hundreds of people galloped again and again in the vast snow.

The sky is full of snow, and it is still falling in a boiling manner, as if even God can't bear the desolation of this plain, and vows to cover every inch of desolation on the plain with snow.

And when Dugumou and his party were struggling to catch up with the flying snow, far in front of them, Murong Fuyun and his party of dozens of people were looking at the flying snow that was boiling and falling above their heads and wanted to cry without tears.

As Dugu Mou and them said, this flying snow gave them a chance, but on the contrary, it gave Murong Fuyun a slap in the face, which is clearly God, forcing him into a dead end!

Previously, Datang suddenly sent troops, so that he was attacked without preparation, and the foundation that he had been operating for many years fell apart in an instant, if he hadn't run fast by himself, he would have already become a prisoner of Datang at this time.

Now, his last hope is in Tubo, as long as he escapes to Tubo and moves to Tubo's rescuers, then Tuyuhun, who has been shattered, can still have a chance to be saved, otherwise, Tuyuhun will really be swept into the dust of history!

It's a pity that even this last bit of hope, Datang doesn't seem to be willing to let go, since he led people into the wasteland, although he didn't see Datang's pursuers, but the feeling of pressing step by step has always haunted his heart.

There are chasing soldiers behind, and it is an elite of the Tang Dynasty, although Murong Fuyun has lived absurdly over the years, and his head is sometimes muddy, but Murong Fuyun is extremely convinced of this.

Before this heavy snowfall, Murong Fuyun was actually not worried, even if there were pursuers in the back, this wasteland was boundless, and they had guides to lead the way, and the pursuers of the Tang Dynasty might not be able to catch up with them.

However, now it is different, looking at the boiling snow above their heads, and then looking at the mud left behind them along the way, Murong Fuyun even had the heart to cry at this time.

"Khan ......" In the boiling snow, Murong Fuyun stood there alone, looking straight ahead, and behind him, there were dozens of followers, at this time, all looked at him silently, after a long time, one of the followers saw that Murong Fuyun had not reacted, so he cautiously stepped forward and shouted tentatively.

"Pass my life!" Hearing the voice behind him, Murong Fuyun, who was originally standing still, seemed to wake up all of a sudden, suddenly took a deep breath, his eyes were still looking ahead, and he ordered without looking back: "Ben Khan will leave five people around, and the rest will take a detour back!" ”

"But... Khan? Murong Fuyun's voice was not loud, however, as soon as these words came out, not only the relatives around him heard it, but also the dozens of relatives behind him, and they also heard it clearly.

"Datang deceives people too much!" As if sensing the reaction of the entourage behind him, Murong Fuyun, who was originally facing away from everyone, suddenly turned around at this time, looked at the dozens of retinues behind him, and said with a sad and indignant face: "You are all the warriors of Ben Khan, Ben Khan needs you to lure away the pursuers of the Tang Dynasty!" ”

When he said this, Murong Fuyun didn't wait for everyone to speak, suddenly pulled out a dagger from his arms, and swiped his cheek lightly without saying anything, and then, knelt on one knee, raised the blood-stained dagger, faced the people behind him, and said loudly: "Changshengtian can testify, if Murong is lucky not to die today, he will reward all the warriors in the future, if he takes this oath, the corpse will be separated, and he will not die well!" ”

Cutting the face and swearing was already regarded as a death oath, plus there was an immortal heaven to testify, and dozens of relatives who were originally sitting on horseback behind them, seeing Murong Fuyun's swearing, they suddenly fell off the horse's back one by one, and couldn't help but say, Qi brushed at Murong Fuyun and knelt on one knee, learned from Murong Fuyun's appearance, pulled out the dagger in his arms, and swiped it diagonally on his cheek.

"We will be loyal to the Khan!" The flying snow overhead was still boiling, and in the flying snow, the roar of a group of Tuyuhun warriors penetrated the flying snow and resounded in the flying snow, and after a while, a rumbling sound of horses' hooves sounded, and only six people including Murong Fuyun were left in the mixed scene just now.

"Spread out!" Looking at the figures of the entourages who gradually disappeared from sight, little by little being covered by the flying snow, Murong Fuyun suddenly turned around and got on the horse, and gave an order to the five relatives behind him without looking back, took the lead in pulling the reins, and galloped forward.

Murong Fuyun's words fell, and the five relatives behind him immediately turned over and got on their horses, and the previous entourage, after hearing Murong's words, couldn't help but glance at the mud left behind him, and finally sighed silently, and followed the rest of the people to chase in the direction of Murong Fuyun.

When setting off from Chang'an, Zhao Chen prepared a lot of things for Dugumou and them, among them, there was the most indispensable telescope, and at this time, the five scouts each carried a telescope and were sent out by Dugumou.

The snow drifted for a whole day and a night, and by noon the next day, the snow gradually stopped, and after a day and a night of snowfall, all that remained was a blinding white.

The five scouts who were released scattered in front of the team in the direction of Murong Fuyun and his party, their sharp eyes searching through the telescope, searching the snow-covered wasteland, trying to find the slightest clue from it.

It wasn't until the evening that the original pursuit of no progress was finally discovered, and one of the scouts scattered in the far corner actually found a line of traces in the distance, which was obviously the traces of a large group of people passing by.

"Crazy?" The trail in front of him couldn't be more obvious, and in this wasteland, he was very sure that this was the trail left by Murong Fuyun and his party, but Xue Rengui looked at the horseshoe prints on it at this time, which was clearly in the opposite direction, and opened his mouth in surprise: "Murong Lao'er actually took a detour back?" ”

"Probably not crazy!" Hearing Xue Rengui's words, Dugumou, who was originally squatting on the ground, pursed his lips slightly, looked at the direction where the horseshoe prints came from, patted the mud on his hands, and said to Xue Rengui beside him: "I'm afraid that this guy is a trick for us!" ”

"Hey, that's right!" Hearing Dugumou's words, Xue Rengui immediately pouted and smiled, rubbed his nose vigorously, and said in an extremely disdainful tone: "This old man is really open-minded!" ”

"There's no way, it's not the same for everyone at this time!" Hearing Xue Rengui's words, Dugu Mou smiled slightly, turned his head and said seriously to Xue Rengui: "However, although I can guess this guy's intentions, I can't help but prevent it, I'm afraid that this guy's head will really cramp, and he will return the same way with people!" ”

When these words fell, without waiting for Xue Rengui to speak, Dugu Mou continued: "That's it, Old Xue, let's divide our troops into two ways, I will take a part to continue the pursuit, and the rest of the people will be led by you and chase down this trail!" ”

"There's no problem here, I'm just afraid you won't be able to bear it!" Dugumou's words are naturally not unreasonable, Xue Rengui naturally agrees, and the training of the new military camp has already made them have a tacit understanding, so they will naturally not refute it at this time, but the only thing Xue Rengui is worried about is that Dugumou's body suffered from the wind and cold the day before yesterday, and it is not completely better at this time!

"If you can't die, you're still waiting to go back and receive the reward!" Knowing Xue Rengui's worries, Dugu Mou turned over and got on his horse, grinned at Xue Rengui, and said, "Maybe in two days, we will all meet again!" ”

"That's right!" As soon as he heard Dugumou's words, Xue Rengui suddenly opened his mouth and laughed, no longer talking nonsense, turned around and turned over on the horse, hugged his fist at Dugumou, and then took a part of the people and chased down the muddy trails along the way.

The snow had long since stopped, but after the snow stopped, the cold wind that had stopped began to wreak havoc on the wasteland again, mixed with the snow foam on the ground, causing a burst of white fog to blow across the wasteland.

As Dugu Mou expected, they separated from Xue Renguibing, and within half a day, they found another trace, and it was obvious that this was Murong Lao'er.

The horseshoe prints on the ground are very scattered, and it can be seen that this is the result of the other party's deliberate separation, coupled with the wind and snow in the sky now, such scattered horseshoe prints will easily be covered by the wind and snow, therefore, Dugumou did not dare to stay at all, and chased people all the way.

"Back... When I returned to the school captain, I found Murong Fuyun and a few people! Three days later, in the afternoon, a scout sent out galloped back from afar, and before he came to Dugumou's approach, the excited voice had already come from afar, shouting excitedly at Dugumou.

"Dare to lie to Lao Tzu and kick your ass!" The scout's words had already made the team shout excitedly, and Dugumou, who was originally lying on horseback and was obviously languishing, ignored the howl behind him, raised his head weakly, and said with a dignified attitude towards the scout who was approaching.

"If the captain is willing, let the captain kick the ass of a certain family!" The scout in front of him was already carried away with excitement, and when he heard Dugumou's words, the look on his face remained the same, and he grinned at Dugumou.

"What the fuck are you doing?" After chasing for nearly a month, and now, he finally caught up with the main master, and at this time, Dugu Mou had completely ignored the attitude of the scout, straightened up with difficulty, and scolded angrily: "Wait for Murong Lao'er to be arrested by himself?" ”

As soon as Dugumou's words came out, the soldiers behind him, who didn't understand, left a few people to take care of the seriously ill Dugumou, and the rest of the people, under the leadership of several brigade commanders, chased in the direction where the scouts came.

Further ahead is a mountain beam, over this mountain beam, below is a horse Pingchuan, Pingchuan is surrounded by mountains, like a huge basin, the basin is the river vertical and horizontal, in the surrounding snow background, like a silver snake, meandering, rushing endlessly.

And Murong Fuyun and his party, at this time, in this basin, speeding along a winding river, even if they were far away, Dugu Mou seemed to be able to feel that Murong Lao'er's face was panicked at the moment.

There are only six of them, and there are hundreds of wolf-like pursuers behind him, just listening to the deafening sound of horses' hooves has already made people's souls fly away!

"Lao Tzu has decided!" Lying on horseback, standing on the high mountain beam, looking at Murong Lao'er, who was already determined to win, Dugu Mou suddenly grinned very weakly, and said without looking back at the people beside him: "Later, Lao Tzu is going to kick Murong Lao'er's ass, damn it, and cause Lao Tzu to suffer!" ”

However, as soon as these words fell, the smile that Dugu Mou had originally put on his face suddenly froze, and his eyes looked straight behind Murong Lao'er, who was concentrating on escaping, and the scimitar that was suddenly raised was frozen on the spot in an instant.

Damn, he was slaughtered by his relatives!