Fifteen miles northwest of the inn, between two sand dunes, a clear spring, like a waning moon. The moonlight was cold, the spring water was clear, and the atmosphere by the spring was a little bleak.

Ibrahim sat beside the camel and slowly wiped the sword. This treasure knife is a relic of the family, from the famous Damascus craftsman, who once cut off ten heads in one go without curling the blade, but now it is somewhat dull, just like the once illustrious family of the Seyars.

The fall of the Umayyad dynasty came so suddenly that many people have not yet recovered from it. Ibrahim is one of them. Ever since he and his grandfather Nasr were separated in the chaos, he wandered the river with these old and infirm. One moment east, one moment west, and sometimes even ventured south, back to the area now occupied by Abu Musirim. He didn't know if he couldn't leave, or if he didn't want to.

However, it was precisely because of his uncertain whereabouts that Abu was never able to catch his traces and kill him completely.

But Ibrahim was tired, and more than two years of fugitive life seemed to have exhausted the energy of his life, making him unable to continue.

"Daddy!" The daughter, Aya, came over and snuggled up to Ibrahim like a docile lamb, kneeling on his knees, looking up at him with eyes as bright as stars. "What are you thinking?"

"I didn't think about anything." Ibrahim reluctantly laughed and disguised, "I was thinking, after robbing the belongings of those Tang people, I might be able to go west." ”

Aya knew that Ibrahim was lying, but she didn't expose it. She took the knife and whetstone from Ibrahim's hand, silently wiped the blood from the knife with the corner of her sleeve, dipped it in some water, and slowly sharpened it.

"Sss

Ibrahim suddenly became sad and hummed a nameless ballad, his eyes moistened. Unconsciously, Aya was in tune with him, and a song as crisp as a lark flowed from under the black veil.

"The sword has been sharpened,

The horses have been fed fat.

O warriors,

Ride on your horses,

Lift up your swords,

Go and rob the fat merchant.

We have prepared the needle and thread,

To bring the silk from Seris,

Make clothes as beautiful as clouds......"

Aya's singing voice was crisp and lingering, like a gentle little hand caressing Ibrahim's chest, letting the tension and worry leave him, and let the courage return to his tired body. The soldiers who were sleeping next to them also woke up, looked at the night sky, and listened quietly to Aya's singing, as if they had returned to their hometown where the hot wind was blowing.

Yes, we are true Bedouins, and it is in our nature to plunder, so what is there to fear? There are only more than 30 people on the other side, although many of them look like warriors, but we have more than 300 people, and we have an absolute advantage, so what is there to be afraid of. What's more, they are still sleeping peacefully in the inn, and they don't even think that a catastrophe is coming.

Kill them, take their belongings, and we can hold on for a while, maybe westward, avoiding Abu? Musilyn's claws.

Ibrahim suddenly reached out and pressed Aya on the shoulder, and said softly, "Stop! Although the voice was soft, there was a strong sense of unease. Aya immediately closed her mouth and stared at Ibrahim in confusion with her big shining eyes.

"Someone is approaching!" Ibrahim took the knife from Aya's hand, wiped the water from it with his sleeve, and told the two attendants to go up the sandy slopes on either side to investigate. There were already people on the hillside, but it was the middle of the night, and he didn't know if these people would be lazy to sleep.

The two guards got up and hurried away. Ibrahim listened, and the more he listened, the more uneasy he became. The surroundings were quiet, except for the sound of two guards running in the sand, there was not even a trace of wind, and it was so quiet that it made people's hearts palpitate. After several years on the run, Ibrahim was as sensitive as a lone wolf and could sense any danger. It is this ability that has allowed him to escape the pursuit again and again.

Now, he sensed the danger again.

Could it be that Ziyard is chasing after him? Ibrahim's heart swelled with a lament, why was he being caught up at this time, did Allah not favor me, and watched me be driven out by Musirim?

"Ahh Yes! After two brief exclamations, the sound of the two guards trekking up the sand slope was gone.

Ibrahim felt a chill rush up his back, and cold sweat broke out through his body. He raised his knife and shouted: "Cloth camel formation, prepare to ......"

Before the words fell, a carving feather broke through the air. In the nick of time, Aya pounced on him and knocked him to the ground.

"Pounce!" With a soft thud, the arrow struck Aya's shoulder socket and stabbed her in the back. The force attached to the arrow flew backwards with Aya, plopped, and fell to the tent.

"Aya—" Ibrahim exclaimed.

"Whoosh!" Two more arrows were fired, and Ibrahim didn't think much about it, and subconsciously raised his shield.

"Tuk Tuk!" With two muffled sounds, the two arrows were almost indistinguishable, and they simultaneously hit the shield in Ibrahim's hand. The shield was pierced, and the sharp arrow pierced deep into Ibrahim's arm, causing him to gasp and sweat in pain.

Until now, he had not seen the shadow of the other party, but the other party shot him three arrows, and the arrows hit the target. With such a strong bow and such precision in archery, even the best Bedouin warriors could not do it.

Who is this?

Ibrahim glanced at the arrow feathers and couldn't help but tingle his scalp.

This is Tang Arrow!

Ibrahim fought against the Tang people, and he was deeply impressed by the weapons of the Tang people, especially the Mo knives and arrows of the Tang people. If we talk about individual weapons, many of the weapons of the big cannibals are from the hands of famous masters, and they are not worse than the weapons of the Tang people, but when it comes to standard weapons, no one can compare with the Tang people.

The weapons of the Tang people were both beautiful and practical, with both the elegant style of Western Persia and the steady and solid beauty of Middle-earth, which is vividly reflected in their arrows. Whether it is an arrow or an arrow shaft, or an arrow feather, the arrows of the Tang people are very distinctive and can be seen at a glance. Moreover, the arrows of the Tang people, whether they are thousands or ten thousand, seem to come from the hand of one person, unlike the arrows of the Turks or Bedouins, whose arrows are different for each person.

Don? Ibrahim breathed a sigh of relief. Although the Tang people were strong, their army was thousands of miles away, and it was impossible for them to suddenly appear here. This may be the target they are about to rob, knowing their intentions, they take the initiative to kill.

It's good that we don't have to walk.

Ibrahim laughed. As long as it wasn't for the army led by Ziyad, he didn't have to worry so much. With more than 300 people and nearly 200 knights, even if he encounters the army of a small country, he has the strength to fight. What's more, there are only more than thirty people on the other side.

The smile just bloomed, and two more arrows were fired. Ibrahim glanced at the broken shield, did not dare to block it anymore, rolled sideways, hid to the side, pulled out the arrow on his arm, and shouted: "Let go of the arrow!" ”

The warriors were already in action, some of them turned on their horses and prepared to charge, while others hid behind their camels and raised their weapons.

"Kill!" With a shout, a horse leaped out of the darkness, and a tall figure appeared before Ibrahim's eyes.

When Al Madi Pegasus arrived, he waved his spear with both hands, and the dragon spear shook out a ball of spear flowers and stabbed at Ibrahim.

Ibrahim roared angrily, and instead of retreating, he swung his sword and slashed.

There was a crisp sound of "dang", and the knives and guns intersected, and Ibrahim only felt a strong force coming, pulling the family heirloom knife out of his hand, rolling in the air, not knowing where it flew. He was half-numb and unable to move, watching as Al Madi stabbed him in the shoulder socket.

"Ahh

Ermadi swept past Ibrahim, brandishing their spears and entering the battle group, screaming one after another as they went.

Aya looked at Al Maddie's back in surprise, and she keenly noticed that it was a woman.

Before she could react, another fast horse rushed out of the darkness, and the man immediately stabbed Ibrahim, who had fallen to the ground, with a spear in his hand. When Aya saw this, she rushed over desperately, pounced on Ibrahim's body, and screamed at the same time:

"Don't kill my Daddy—"

Li Zaixing couldn't understand the big food language, but he could hear that it was a woman's voice, and it was a very young woman's voice. Without thinking, his arm shook, and the spear rolled over like a python and slid past Aya's shoulder.

With a soft "squeak", the tip of the gun pierced Aya's black robe, revealing a back as white as milk, even in the night, you could feel the warmth and smoothness contained in the white night.

Aya felt a chill in her heart, all her thoughts were lost, and all her strength went with it. She threw herself on Ibrahim's body and closed her eyes.

"Aya—" Ibrahim was shocked, reached out and put his arm around Aya, turned over, and blocked Aya with his body.

Li Zaixing kicked the horse's belly lightly, and Teller hissed and jumped over Ibrahim. At that moment, Li Zaixing leaned down, waved his left hand, and slashed at Ibrahim's waist and ribs. Ibrahim felt a pain in his lower back, snorted, and fell to the ground.

He saw that what Li Zaixing was holding in his hand was the treasure knife he had just taken off.

The sword of his family heirloom was cut on his body, is this the origin of the name of the sword: the curse of Kusi Lao?

Ibrahim's eyes were dark, countless stars were whirling, he fell to the ground softly, turned his face sideways, and watched Li Zaixing and Al Madi gallop like a tiger into a flock of sheep, killing wantonly, and everywhere he went, no one was spared. Even the bravest warriors can't stop them.

What kind of warrior is this? Could it be that the legend of him challenging the entire Dongcao alone is true?