But behold, the sandstorm rumbled towards the crowd at a very fast speed, and each time it passed through a sand dune, it could increase by a few points.

In a short time, the scope of the sand and dust had covered the heavens and the earth, blocked the moon, and roared like a mountain and a tsunami. Heaven and earth are filled with reckless yellow sand.

The speed of the sandstorm is much faster than what can be seen by the naked eye, like a tide, it seems to be far away, but in fact it is there in an instant.

Ten miles away from the dust, everyone clearly saw that Jing Chuwei's figure was swallowed alive by a cyclonic wind rising from the dust.

A few poplar trees were also blown up by the sand wind, snapped and broke and lifted into the air, and before the naked eye could react, they were swept into the yellow sand waves.

The old knife handle shouted in a deep voice: "Hold on to the horse's tail, don't let go......" Before the words fell, his voice was drowned out by the whistling sandwind.

When the swordsmen heard this, they hurriedly clenched the horse's tail, feeling the strong toughness, coming from the thin tail, and their hearts were a little settled.

These Kazakh livestock are breeds of horses born on the northern slopes of the Tien Shan Mountains, the western mountains of Dzungaria and the western part of the Altai Mountains. And it has a good dual-purpose structure, with a medium and large head, a well-developed jaw, and a good shoulder combination, which deserves the reputation of the cliff of the Tianshan Mountains, and still stands firmly in the local area even in the face of sand and dust hurricanes.

"Hula", everyone only felt that the wind and sand were whistling in their ears, and there seemed to be a monstrous force coming from the wind.

Even the heavy body of the Kazakh horse was knocked to the ground by the sand wind, neighing.

If you can open the perspective of God, it must be the scene of the dark sky and the yellow sand and rocks swallowing the horse team in an instant, which is extremely spectacular.

At this moment, the old knife handle suddenly heard a strange sound, it seemed that someone was kicking the wooden fence of the prisoner car, but the sound of the sandstorm was too loud and noisy, and he couldn't hear it very clearly, and at this moment, he only hoped that the sandstorm would pass quickly, so that he could wake up from the nightmare, but he didn't care.

Moreover, escaping in such a big wind and sand, even if the female prisoner's martial arts are world-renowned, it is impossible to avoid being blown away from such a hurricane. No, Jing Chuwei is a good example, what about light work? It's not like the speed of a sandstorm.

Thinking of this, the old knife handle's heart was relieved, and his hand holding the pony's tail couldn't help but add a little strength, but it was extremely reassuring.

The sandstorm raged for a while, and it had no intention of stopping at all, but only intensified.

At this moment, the old knife suddenly heard a "Kala", and it seemed that the wooden fence of the prisoner car had been kicked and broken. He felt a pang in his heart, if he lost this female prisoner, let alone the reward, it was still unknown whether their heads could be saved.

When he first took over this job, the leader once told the old knife handle a shocking secret alone - this trip to the outside of the Seychelles and escorting this female prisoner is related to the entanglement of many forces in the DPRK and China, and can even affect the variables of war or peace between the Northern Zhou and the Turks.

The reason why civilian knife men were allowed to escort prisoners was entirely the result of a compromise between various forces.

It can be said that in this work, they have a great deal to do with it.

Thinking of this, he wanted to call someone to check the prisoner car, but the sandstorm was flying, and as soon as the sound came out, it was annihilated by the surging wind and sand.

After about a cup of tea, the sandstorm finally stopped, and the sand and dust accumulated thickly, completely burying half of the swordsmen's bodies.

The old knife struggled to crawl out of the sand pit, and when he saw the moonlight reappear, he suddenly felt a sense of rebirth. He hurriedly began to count the number of people and supplies.

Fortunately, everyone was there, but a lot of supplies were blown away by the wind - most of the food was blown away, but the water was basically there, enough to support the replenishment of the Erniang Inn for everyone.

"What about the prisoners?" The old knife knob shouted, and hurriedly ran in the direction of the prisoner car.

When they found the old knife handle, most of the prisoner cart was buried in the yellow sand, leaving only the outline of the front of the car, slightly outcropping.

Everyone worked together and hurriedly began to clean up the surrounding yellow sand, preparing to dig out the prisoner car, when suddenly someone heard a low exclamation, and a knife hand pointed to the distance with a shocked expression.

Everyone looked at it together, only to see that on the undulating sand sea in the distance, among the wisps of flying sand, a black spot flickered and flew by.

"Yo, what's that? So fast? Someone in the crowd shouted.

"I'm afraid it's not Earth Diving (a kind of desert beast)!" The other lowered his voice.

The old knife handle said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, leave eight people to clean up the prisoner car; For the rest, draw your sword. So saying, he picked up his saber and walked in front of them, staring at the incoming object.

After a while, the black shadow was getting closer and closer to everyone, and the figure of a petite woman was faintly recognizable.

The old knife held his breath, his heart rose to his throat, and the knife in his hand couldn't help but hold it tighter.

Everyone no longer paid attention to the prisoner car, but cautiously looked at the black spots in the distance, as if waiting for a fierce battle to come.

At this time, I don't know if it was because of the moonlight, a trace of surprise flashed in the fierce eyes of the old knife handle, and then his expression changed from surprise to disbelief.

The bright moon shuttled between the clouds, casting shadowy traces on the sand sea. The black dots were rapidly approaching, and in contrast to them were the jaw-dropping expressions of a group of swordsmen.

But when he saw that black shadow was rising and falling, but it was only a moment, he came to everyone and patted the dust on his body.

Everyone took a closer look, who was it if it wasn't Jing Chuwei?

But when she thought that she had been swallowed by the sandstorm just now, how did she survive?

Thinking of this, the old knife couldn't help but wonder: "Girl, you ...... Who are you? ”

Jing Chuwei said: "Naturally, like you, they are Han people, but they are not." ”

The old knife handle was shocked when he heard this, and asked, "Is there anyone else besides us?" ”

He was hesitating to himself when he suddenly saw a thin white smoke rising from the sand pile in the distance.

After a while, I heard the sound of hooves in the distance, and hundreds of torches surged, and the flames rose brightly, reflecting the white sky and the earth.

The sudden roar of horses' hooves disturbed the silence of the night. The old knife's expression changed, but when he saw the vast sand, more than 100 horses hurriedly rode towards everyone, and immediately the knights were born with blonde hair and blue eyes, leopard heads and tiger eyes, strong physique, and elite and fierce. Dressed in cold-forged steel armor, they carried spears and bows on their shoulders, and two quivers at their waists, and their momentum came and went like the wind.

"It's a Turkic Knight!" The old knife handle's eyes became more and more intense, and he hurriedly shouted: "Quick, dig out that female prisoner, take her as a hostage, we still have a chance to live." ”

Everyone was puzzled, the old knife stomped his feet, gritted his teeth, and said solemnly: "With their princess in hand, the Turks will inevitably throw a mouse into the trap." ”

The swordsmen were all startled, and suddenly fell silent.

Dare to love these days, the "goods" they escort are actually the princesses of the Turks? No wonder the old knife handle treated her with courtesy along the way, taking care of and protecting her in many ways, but he didn't tell them the truth.

Moreover, how could a dignified Turkic princess turn into a prisoner and be escorted by them?

In a short time, the Turkic cavalry had already rushed to less than 500 paces to the crowd, and the first barbarian general shouted loudly in fluent Chinese: "Hey, the Han thief on the other side listen, hand over Princess Ashina, otherwise you will die and have no place to be buried!" ”

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