Wushuang was afraid of running against this group of Mongols, so he deliberately detoured some distance and shook past the east side of the pasture, but if he ran on this route, he would have to go up at least 300 miles to drive back to the Horqin steppe. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The horses also seemed to know that the life of their owners on their backs was at stake, and they ran happily, kicking up a puff of dust and sand at every hoof on the Gobi Desert.

As sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, how can any of them not know how to ride a horse? Moreover, the horse's riding skills are not bad, and the horse under the crotch is a fast horse of Mongolian origin, and it can run faster than a car on the Gobi Desert.

In the blink of an eye, he ran out for nearly a hundred miles in more than half an hour, and the wind and sand behind him were much smaller, and the horses temporarily stopped and gnawed on the scattered grass under their feet.

"Brother, can you bear the wound on your back?" asked him.

"It's okay, we have to run back to Horqin quickly!" Wushuang's face was extremely ugly, his body had not recovered well, and he was already exhausted from the laceration and excessive blood loss.

"It's so far away, they won't be so fast even if they want to catch up, so why don't you rest first. Ma Ya reached out and touched it, but unfortunately, the dry food and water on her body were in the bag. I didn't bring it out in a hurry.

At this time, there was a burst of gunfire in the Gobi Desert behind him, and when he looked back, a team of fast horses had already caught up.

"Hurry up!" Wushuang took the horse and continued to run wildly, although the pursuers behind him couldn't catch up for a while, but I'm afraid that their horses didn't have the physical fitness of the family, so many days without a few meals, there was little food in the stomach, and there was no water, and it would not take an hour to run like this, and they would definitely have to be caught up.

Wushuang and Ma Ya can ride horses, maybe they are more powerful than the young people now, but the pursuers behind them are Mongolians, and the Mongolians grew up on horseback.

Seeing that the gunfire behind them was getting more and more intensive, and the pursuers behind them were getting closer and closer, the two could only run wildly with their lives. After more than half an hour, the grassland under their feet was full of green, and the ground became much flatter, and they had run out of the area of the Gobi Desert and gradually entered the embrace of the Horqin steppe.

But behind, the pursuers are only a few hundred meters away, and this distance only takes dozens of seconds for fast horses to catch up.

"Ya'er, turn around and shoot!" Wushuang shouted anxiously, at this time, if he could shoot a few pursuers, he could temporarily suppress them, they were just ordinary herdsmen, and killing one or two would be frightened.

"Brother, don't kill people! Please! They were just deceived by Qing Getai, they are innocent!" Ma Ya was reluctant to shoot.

Wushuang now has the intention to kill people, but the gun is in Ma Ya's hands, so he has no choice but to obey her. The horses under their crotch began to pant heavily, exhaling heavily from their noses, and drooling at the corners of their mouths, indicating that their physical strength was about to run out, and I am afraid that they would not last long.

"Tomb robbers, don't run! I'm really welcome to run again!" The pursuers behind him had reached a distance of more than 100 meters, and Qing Getai fired a warning shot.

A loud bang came from behind, and Wushuang subconsciously lowered his body on the horse's back, only to feel a hot air scraping from his scalp, and then touching the back of his head, the bullet slashed his neck, rubbing a bloody mark. Good guy, he actually killed him, it seems that he really doesn't plan to let himself go back alive.

The sky is gradually brightening, but the sandstorm on the grassland has not stopped, the golden sun has emerged from the east, but the whole grassland is full of yellow sand.

Wushuang Heart Dao, it's over, it's doomed me to die here. Just as he was about to give up resistance, he looked up and vaguely saw a black dot appear at the end of the vision on the grassland, and the black dot was rapidly rushing towards them, and then, more and more black dots appeared, and they fanned and rushed towards them quickly from the opposite direction.

The black dots were getting closer and bigger, and at last they could see that they were a group of fast horses, and on horseback sat strong men in Mongolian robes, who were carrying shotguns in their hands, and rushed to the front, and the man who was the chief treasurer of the Eastern Mongolian Horse Gang was Battle.

"Shoot, shoot, shoot overhead!" Wushuang reminded Ma Ya. Ma Ya fired two shots in succession. When the caravan brothers heard the gunshots, they immediately surrounded them.

"Master, Master, is that you?" shouted Battle.

"Battle, kill them!" Wushuang's hatred for Qinggeltai was itching, but even when reinforcements arrived, he couldn't wait to pick his skin and drink his blood, how could he just give up?

On the surface, these Dongmeng Ma Gang are freight merchants who cross the border with Inner and Outer Mongolia, but who in private does not know what they are doing? They are real tigers and wolves on the grassland, and as long as they see their prey, no one can escape from their clutches alive.

The herdsmen saw that there were more and more people on the other side, and that there were more than 100 people on the other side with shotguns, and at first they thought they were horse bandits from the grassland. Horse bandits are also often found in the grasslands, but they specialize in robbing foreign tourists and never harass the local herders, who are the descendants of the herders.

So this group of people didn't take it too seriously, the pasture on the Gobi Desert is the last settlement point leading to the Death Desert, and many horse bandits who want to try their luck in the desert often live in the pasture, and they are very familiar with Wuenqi and Qing Getai, even if they are really horse bandits, it is estimated that Qing Ge Tai will return people to them if he says hello to the horse bandits.

But if the other side is really a horse bandit, then there are too many of them, and there is not an unofficial force on the grassland that can reach hundreds of people, otherwise the government army would have been surrounded and strangled. But there are exceptions, except for the East Mongolian Horse Gang, even the Mongolian government army has nothing to do with the East Mongolian Horse Gang, you send cavalry, Battle dares to fight with the military cavalry, you send a helicopter, before catching up, Battle led people back to Inner Mongolia, China.

"Battle, stop those two!" Qing Getai, who had seen Battle before, actually lived in a few pastures near the Horqin grassland, and everyone looked down and didn't look up, and they would have some friendship. However, he overestimated himself, or rather, it was not that he overestimated himself, but that his dewy friendship with Battle was not worth mentioning compared to Wushuang's illustrious status.

Battle's eyes glared angrily, and he gradually surrounded his brothers, and he shouted angrily: "Are you tired of living?"

As soon as these words came out, Qing Ge Tai suddenly realized, it turned out that this tomb robber was not lying, he was really friends with the steppe cheetah, and it seemed that his identity was very special, otherwise Battle would not have turned his face against him because of him.