In the vast desert, a black-clad cavalry marched forward (rì), and the grains of sand on the ground were swept up by the wind and slapped on the shēn (shēn) of men and horses, as well as on their faces. The cavalrymen on the horse were weather-beaten, their eyes could barely open in the wind and sand, and they could only cover their faces with one hand with difficulty, while urging the horses under their crotches to move forward.

One of the cavalrymen rode a handsome red horse with a black hood on his head, and if it weren't for the beard that fluttered in the wind on his chin, he would have been mistaken for an aunt from some country! His beard was covered with yellow grains of sand and dust, as if he were rolling on the sand.

He shrank his head, brushed his beard, which had been blown by the wind, and looked helplessly at the sand on his hands. Then he blocked the sunlight and dust with his left hand, opened his chapped mouth, and turned to a white-bearded black man next to him, who was also wrapped in a black cloth: "Ali, do we have to hurry like this?" ”

"Luckily, there's no way around it! We must get to the designated place before they do, and then get ready for an ambush! The black man with a gray beard blinked his bloodshot eyes. Obviously, the black-bearded cavalry with chapped lips is naturally our protagonist Han Xing.

"Ali, these clothes are really good! Why do you have to choose black? How nice it is to be white! White clothes don't suck (rè)! Han Xing complained to Ali, pulled the placket of his clothes as he spoke, and fanned the wind with his hand inside.

"No way! I didn't choose the black clothes either! If you wear white, don't blame me for not reminding you, you will be cut down by your own people as enemies when the time comes! Ali waved his hand.

"You let me get it straight! You told me that the scroll was an earth-based quicksand scroll that could form a quicksand vortex within a radius of 500 meters, right? Han Xing asked, stroking his forehead.

"That's right! I had made a point to get them to the wrong place, and I'm pretty sure that the place where we ambushed them was the way they had to go! Ali was sure.

"Don't you think that's a bit shameless? Ambush them halfway? Han Xing scratched his head and said.

Ali has a kind of "Are you a fool?" Han Xing's eyes turned white, and then he sighed and said, "There are more of them than us!" War is not absolutely fair, I thought that (shēn) as a Celestial Empire would understand me! Isn't it popular for you to set ambushes, set fires, dig embankments, and so on when you are fighting in the Celestial Empire? ”

"Are you sure? I've never had much faith in magic and the like! Have you tried? "Han Xing's only understanding of magic is the Meteor Fire Rain Scroll of the Thirteenth Master, but it's a pity that the effect is watery!

"Don't worry, I chose the ambush location in advance, and the scroll was also bought with my old friend, and the quality is guaranteed!" Ali said confidently.

Hearing Ali say this, Han Xing was also relieved, since he had his own number, Han Xing didn't have to continue to ask. He took out a teacup, took a sip of cucumber water, moistened his lips and hoarse throat, and suddenly felt that he was full of blood again.

Cucumber water is a niche drink that tastes better when sliced cucumbers are soaked in cold or lukewarm water and added with ice cubes. The fragrance of cucumber gives new life to the light and tasteless boiled water, and the small and fresh taste with the effect of beauty and beauty is a bit like cucumber-flavored potato chips! (provided you don't hate cucumbers)

"Water, water~~" Sir Hansen's remnant call suddenly came from behind him in the distance, and he stretched out one of his front paws, fluttering weakly.

One of the horsemen handed him a leather bag, and he spit it out at the mere smell of it. "Take it, I don't drink this disgusting drink! Hanschel, please, give me a sip of water to drink! Sir Hansen pleaded to Han Xing.

Ever since the last time he learned about the "original recipe" for date wine, he refused to continue drinking any of the drinks in Ali's hands! He only lives on the water of the spring, but now that he is on the road, this (sāo) lord does not like to carry a water bag, and thinks that it looks ugly ("It's like a stinky ham that has been left for a long time!"). Are you a savage when I am? "That's his exact word), and it's not worthy of his (shēn) share.

But now he is out of water, and the expected trip is only one day, but it has been extended to two days because of a sandstorm, not to mention Lord Hansen, even Han Xing is tossed enough. If he hadn't been able to go back to the Riverside District at any time to get water and food, he wouldn't have looked much better than Sir Hansen!

Han Xing reluctantly threw a plastic teacup to Sir Hansen, no way, this guy obviously looked very bad, even his face was shriveled due to lack of water, and his voice was as rough as frosted paper, God knows how much mud and sand had accumulated in his throat!

"It's the front! We're here! Ali pointed to the dune trails ahead. The sand dunes in front of me were much higher than the surrounding hills, about thirty or fifty meters high, and stretched for hundreds of meters, forming a valley-like place. One side is still the hard Gobi, which is almost a natural ambush site.

"I've carefully calculated that the length of this valley is about 800 meters, and the width is about 500 meters, just enough to release my quicksand scroll!" Ali was triumphant, and he brushed his short beard on his lower handle with a picture of Zhizhu in his hand.

"Have you been planning for a long time?" Sir Hansen "came to life" as soon as he drank the water, and immediately sprang out.

"If I knew I wouldn't have been thirsty for you! Next time, if I don't tie you up and give you nothing, I'll give you date wine, see if you drink it or not! Ali thought viciously in his heart.

But he still said: "I found this place by accident when I was passing by!" My men and I took refuge here for the night! It's a natural shelter! ”

"That's why you said the other party would pass through here?" Han Xing was a little confused.

"Yes, although there are other places around for people to take shelter from the wind, for 20,000 people, this is the only shelter!" Ali smiled.

"How can you be sure they're going to come here? If there is no wind and sand, where? Won't they come? Ali did not speak, but took out another scroll and raised it in his hand.

"You still have scrolls?" Han Xing looked at the scroll in his hand and said in surprise.

"That's right! This is an old friend of mine who bought one get one free for me, it's called Sandstorm Scroll! It can set off a sandstorm, but to be honest, this scroll is very harsh and weak, so it is basically useless! But it's more than enough to simulate a sandstorm and let the other party step into our trap! Ali slapped the scroll in his hand and laughed evilly.

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In the desert in the distance, a large force of tens of thousands of cavalry is advancing, the scene of 10,000 horses galloping is really spectacular, the horse's hooves step over the dunes, leaving a deep horse's hoof print, accompanied by rolling dust, although the power is amazing, but it is also extremely conspicuous, I am afraid that people thousands of meters away (shēn) can hear their voices, and see the smoke and dust that rises dozens of meters in the air!

An old man in his fifties and sixties with gray hair, deep-set eye sockets, and a high nose (tǐng) with a typical Middle Eastern appearance rode a horse to the front, he looked in good spirits, not angry, his face was full of weather, and his eyes flashed with the light of experience.

Obviously, the Mamluk dynasty of Egypt, which was in chaos (shēn), was able to lead his tribe to stand out among the twelve tribes and become the strongest force with 20,000 fighting forces.

A breeze blew, and the black scarf that had covered his mouth and nose was blown away, revealing his covered right cheek, on which there was a deep scar that extended from the sun (xué) to his chin, and the wound had healed, but because there was no suture, the skin (ròu) still bloomed, and after years of wind (rì) drying, it became a red-black as if it had been dried (ròu).

Obviously, this old man was probably also a brave and ruthless character when he was young, but now that he is older, he is naturally a little more stable and experienced, and with the decline in physical fitness, he has to try to calm down and use his brain to solve problems.

"Chief Sergei, we'll be at the agreed place in one more day!" A horseman with a short beard rode up to the old man's (shēn) and reported.

"Hmmm! That dared to provoke me, his ancestor was nothing more than a barbarian slave from Nubia! My ancestors were noble Egyptians! The Sergei leader mocked Ali contemptuously.

"How many men does he have? Three thousand or five thousand? It doesn't matter, that's all there is to it! Hehe, three thousand, five thousand? Is there any difference? All of my fifteen thousand troops will be turned to ashes! He's just a shepherd in the desert, so he should continue to herd his sheep in peace! The majestic old man drew his scimitar and said to the cavalrymen on his side, and when he heard this, the cavalrymen on his side immediately laughed and coaxed.

"The sun is going down! We need to find a place to spend the night! Sirabi! The old man looked at the red sunset at the end of the skyline and said lightly to the middle-aged man by the (shēn).

"What's that?" A young cavalryman walking on the left suddenly pointed into the distance and exclaimed.

"Sandstorm! It's a sandstorm! Chief, there's a sandstorm! Silabi immediately rode his horse to check it out, and when he leaned back, he galloped back quickly, and continued to whip his horse as he said loudly.

"Quick, get cover!" The old chief of Shegail immediately rode his horse towards a sand dune in front of him.

What he didn't know was that at the location of that sand dune, Han Xing and Ali were looking at him, "He's been tricked!" Roy is so good! Han Xing handed the monocular to Ali Dao.

"Everything is going according to plan!" Ali smiled and said, "By the way, are your musketeers ready?" He suddenly asked Han Xingdao.

"No problem, promise to make them look good!" Han Xing decided to sponsor Ali's own Swiss Guards and aristocratic skirmishers for a battle of annihilation!

"And me, I have three hundred longbowmen, and I can join this battle too! How could such a wonderful thing (qíng) be missing me? Otherwise, would not it be in vain for me to suffer all these days? Sir Hansen suddenly burst out and held out his hand.

Although I don't understand why Sir Hansen, who had been languishing like sun-dried bean sprouts, suddenly seemed to be a different person, his participation was still welcome, and the three of them clapped their hands, and each set up his own troops.