Pan Qi did not answer Yang Yi's question, and looked solemnly at a Gobi hill in the west.

Yang Yi followed Pan Qi's gaze, there were only bare sand dunes and rocks, and the remaining sunset still exuded the glow of red grapefruit.

Yang Yizheng wanted to ask again, but suddenly noticed something, leaned down sharply, pressed his left ear to the ground, and listened for a moment with some surprise: "Is it a herd?" ”

Yang Yi heard the faint rumble underground, and the first thing he thought of was the bison migration herd that could be seen from time to time on the grassland, but then Yang Yi's heart froze, this is the edge of the desert, the weather is hot and dry, there is no water source, neither the cattle nor the sheep will come to this place of death.

"Horse team!?" Yang Yi stood up excitedly.

After half a month, I finally saw a living person?

However, Pan Qi didn't seem to be as optimistic as Yang Yi, and he didn't know when he had already pulled the half of the scepter in his hand.

Soon, a figure appeared on the sand dunes to the west, followed by two or ten, and soon more than a hundred tall figures on horseback stood on the sand dunes.

At this time, even Yang Yi had an ominous premonition in his heart, two hundred horsemen, this is not at all the strength that ordinary caravans or small tribes in the Western Regions can have, it is likely to be a sand thief full of evil in the desert.

"Or... Let's hide first? Yang Yi looked around, trying to find a place to hide, but there was no cover on the bare Gobi, and the only thing he could do was to bury his head in the sand like an ostrich.

"It's too late." Pan Qi said coldly.

His words fell, and the cavalry on the sand dunes in the distance were already pointing at the two of them and talking in a low voice, and when the sky was not completely dark, how conspicuous Yang Yi and the others were standing on the Gobi, like two teacups on a clean desk, it was difficult not to be seen.

Immediately, the group of cavalry began to rush down the hill, and the target of their march was Yang Yi and Pan Qi.

Pan Qi didn't move, and Yang Yi didn't move, both of them clearly knew that people would never be able to outrun.

Yang Yi looked down and pulled out a firewood stick from the sand that hadn't burned yet, even though it wasn't useful at all.

"Woohoo~~~Ha!!"

The cavalrymen roared loudly and waved the blades in their hands, and their mouths let out all sorts of strange shouts, and the sound constantly echoed through the hills, making people shudder.

In the blink of an eye, more than 100 strong men who were tightly wrapped in their bodies rushed to Yang Yi and the others, and spread out very easily, surrounding Yang Yi and Pan Qi in the middle.

First, a big man in black with a high nose stepped forward and carefully looked at Yang Yi and Pan Qi, but pointed the scimitar in his hand at them and seemed to be a little puzzled, and said something that Yang Yi didn't understand at all.

Yang Yi frowned, took a step forward and stood behind Pan Qi and said softly, "What did he say?" Is it a fierce language? ”

Pan Qi shook his head and said coldly: "It's not a fierce language. After thinking about it, he said, "It's like the language of somewhere in the Western Regions." ”

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, when it came to the Western Regions, all he could think of was the monk Basang Zen Master who came from the west, but Basang Zen Master's Daguang words were very good, except for some pronunciations that were biased towards the West, basically there was no difference.

At the beginning, Basang also told Yang Yi that almost every country in the sixteen countries of the Western Regions has its own culture, and there are more than ten kinds of languages and scripts alone, and even Basang, a missionary, cannot understand them all.

"It's troublesome now..."Yang Yi said in a deep voice.

Yang Yi has always believed that his most powerful life-saving skill is the mouth that can collapse the sky, this mouth has saved his life countless times, and therefore, the situation he is most worried about is that the other party does not listen to him or does not understand at all.

Just when Yang Yi was considering whether to use his hand to gesture to express his meaning, the man with a high nose on the opposite side seemed to see the clothes worn by the two of them, and suddenly said, "Light... Person? ”

The pronunciation of the word Dahan is very strange, and it sounds very lame, but it is enough to make Yang Yi feel lucky, and there is room for communication.

Yang Yi hurriedly said: "Yes, we are from Daguang, dare to ask where this king comes from?" ”

The big man frowned and looked puzzled, obviously not understanding Yang Yi's words at all.

However, the big man seemed to suddenly think of something, and beckoned to the crowd behind him, and soon four or five people in the crowd were escorted up.

Why is it said to be an escort, because although those four or five people were also riding on horses, they were all tied with ropes without exception, and several of them still had obvious scars on their bodies, and they were dressed differently from the rest of the big men, looking like the national costumes of a certain Western Regions country.

The high-nosed man muttered to one of the men in his thirties, who seemed to hate the high-nosed man so much that he kept his head tilted to the other side and refused to talk to him.

Seeing this, the high-nosed man sneered, and without warning, he suddenly raised his hand with a knife, and one of the four or five escorted people fell off the horse.

The man fell on the sand, blood slowly flowing from his neck, and his whole body convulsed, and he saw that he could not live.

The man in his thirties saw his companion killed, his eyes were red, and he screamed sadly and angrily at the man on the ground, as if calling out the man's name.

At this time, the high-nosed man raised the scimitar in his hand again, put it on the neck of another person, and said another sentence with a smile.

Even Yang Yi could guess what the big man with the high nose meant, and if the young man didn't do what he said, he would continue to slaughter.

Yang Yi took a step forward and wanted to stop him, but Pan Qi coldly stopped him: "If you want to die, you can go up." ”

Yang Yi glanced around, and it was indeed just as Pan Qi said, he just added an extra cold corpse when he went up.

The young man on the other side, who saw his companion killed, became even more angry, and roared at the big man with the high nose, but apparently his roar had no effect, and the big man smiled and twisted the scimitar in his hand as if he was about to cut down again.

Finally, the young man admitted defeat, gritted his teeth and said a few words to the big man, who laughed and slowly put down the scimitar in his hand.

The young man glanced at the big man with disgust, then turned to look at Yang Yi and Pan Qi, and asked in fluent Central Plains dialect, "Who are you, and why did you come here?" ”

Yang Yi was taken aback and said happily: "Can you say Daguang?" That's great! ”

The young man didn't seem to be as happy as Yang Yi, and said a little unbearably: "You don't have to expect me to help you, you can also see that my situation is worse than you imagined." ”

Yang Yi glanced at Pan Qi on the side, Pan Qi didn't seem to be going to make a sound, just stared at the people around him with deep eyebrows.

"We are travelers from the Central Plains, preparing to head north into the grasslands." Yang Yi replied, and then asked, "Who are you, and who are these fierce gods?" ”

The young man glanced at Yang Yi and Pan Qi in some surprise, but instead of answering their questions, he turned his head and muttered to the big man with a high nose, as if he was translating Yang Yi's words.

The high-nosed man also glanced at Yang Yi and the others with novelty when he heard this, and then said something with a smile.

"He said you still have companions, and he doesn't believe that the two of you alone can make it to the sea of death." The young man translated.