Although the ability of no trace is very special, it knows some roads, but Guan Kuo does not know the current situation of King Jin and Ashinaqin, and if he wants to go there accurately, even if he has no trace, he is a little weak.

Now, because he is carrying the banner of the Northern Tang Dynasty and riding without a trace, coupled with the fact that he is being chased and killed by so many abrupt light cavalry, he is not the same as the other Tang troops who broke through, and it is difficult to meet others after traveling so far.

Where am I going, and where am I going?

He didn't know.

The next day, before dawn, he had already set off without a trace.

Neither of them had much rest, but the road had to be walked.

The sky gradually turned white.

The East wants to know, and Mo Daojun is early.

No Trace was a very strong horse, and after only two or three hours of brief recovery, his injuries had eased slightly, and although he was still hungry, he was much better than he had been yesterday.

With their backs to the rising sun, they continued westward.

The faint light behind them illuminated their figures, pulling out slanting shadows in the wilderness, a little light.

It turned out that Guan Kuo was right, half an hour later, last night's rest and tracking were parallel, and the ten abrupt cavalry, who were also a little tired, appeared in the place where they had rested before.

After analyzing the ground for a moment, they determined that this was the place where Guan Kuo had stayed for a long time, and then deduced his whereabouts based on the traces.

Their riding skills are very exquisite, and they are also familiar with the traces of horses, and they have no energy or experience to eliminate the traces without anyone noticing, and they are very easy to speculate on Guan Kuo's path.

Ten light horsemen stopped for a short time before following the trail.

They also have the same belief in the Tuwu people, and their commander's order is to go back with the banner of the Northern Tang Dynasty and the head of Guan Kuo, in this case, if they do not succeed, they will not go back, that is their principle.

Rushing without a trace, the vast land behind him quickly retreated, and looking at the past, the undulating earth on all sides seemed to be surging waves.

Guan Kuo knows that this is also a war, but it is not necessarily as dangerous as yesterday.

Yesterday there were a lot of people who were outrageous, but there were also many people from the Northern Tang Dynasty who regarded death as home, but today, there was only one person, and there were ten people behind him.

In the midst of thousands of troops, with comrades around him, the scene is chaotic, he can come to a vigorous fight, but with his current strength, he will definitely die if he is beaten by ten abrupt cavalry.

It's going to be a long chase.

The wind ruffled his long hair, and he felt the coolness and shivered.

He touched Qin Kill on his waist, Qin Kill was still sharp, but his heart was full of thoughts.

He thought of his commander, General Zhenwei, and his eyes were a little sour.

They should have only met each other once yesterday, but I don't know why, although I don't know how General Zhenwei felt about him, he saw each other at first sight.

Really, sometimes, the trust of two people, you don't need more, you just need a look, you only need me when I need it, and you kill me in front of me.

General Zhenwei didn't think too much about it, and decided to hand over the Northern Tang Banner, Wuji, and Qin Kill to Guan Kuo.

Before and after, they didn't know each other, although Guan Kuo knew that person was General Zhenwei, but they didn't speak, and General Zhenwei saw Guan Kuo for the first time.

My father, the old man who played the piano, and the bamboo slips all said that there are many forces beyond the material world in the underworld, which control the world, and in the end, it is really difficult to say clearly what kind of world is real and what is false.

Perhaps, the encounter between two people and the ensuing trust come from those hidden powers.

He bowed his horse as a tribute to the general.

The Si people have gone, and it is difficult to stay and save their hatred.

In the distance, a small river appeared.

The clear water of the river meanders and stretches into the distance, like a flawless ribbon.

On the banks of the river, some withered yellow can finally be clearly distinguished, and over there, there are some plants that can withstand the twilight of autumn with the help of the river, and although they look wilted, they grow very densely.

Wuji has never eaten that kind of thing, and the grain and grass given to it by the Northern Tang Dynasty are thousands of times better than those, but now, there is no way, it can only resign itself to filling its stomach.

It's just that after a short pause, it seems a little lonely and lonely.

Although General Zhenwei said that in the future, Guan Kuo and it will be brothers, but General Zhenwei is its real inseparable sibling, its mind is very strong, it is a good horse, but it will still maintain the deep sorrow in its heart.

In this way, they walked along the winding river bank towards the west, feeling the tranquility of the four fields along the way, and the hearts of yesterday gradually calmed down.

Guan Kuo checked the untraceable injury and found that the guy had healed quickly, the wound had scabbed, as long as there was no more bloody fighting, there should be no major problem.

At this time, Wuji suddenly stopped grazing and bumped his horse's head at him.

He looked into the distance, on the horizon, and the sudden people turned into several black dots, although they were not very real, but it was obvious that they were the ten people.

He got on his horse and galloped along the river.

The wasteland was open and far as the eye could see, and it was obvious that the ten unruly cavalry had also spotted them and pursued them.

No trace led them, unless Guan Kuo could go to the Jin King Li Xianyue and other places that made them jealous, otherwise, they would continue to track them like this.

Today's weather is good, the sky is clear, and the sky is beautiful.

The autumn sun is warmly sprinkled on the earth, sprinkled in the river, sparkling, as if broken gold is surging.

Guan Kuo and Wuxian were very fast, but the pursuit of the abrupt people was not slow, and the chase broke out again.

They had been galloping for two and a half hours, and Wuxian seemed to be a little tired again, and Guan Kuo could feel that its breathing had become a little heavy.

Behind, the Turquoise cavalry was thrown away again, but if they stopped, the men would soon catch up.

What's more important is that Guan Kuo follows the river and doesn't know where to go next.

In the past, he was just an ordinary soldier of the Northern Tang Dynasty, and the war was imminent, and he would not be trained in that area, he only needed to follow the deployment and move without thinking too much, and before that, he was the son of the Guanfu, so he didn't need to think about this.

Now, he finally knew that trouble was coming.

He rode aimlessly along the river without a trace, and he didn't even care if it was the path he had chosen or the path he had chosen without a trace.