The transition from day to night is a very short process, and the heat seems to have died down, and the deep cold has already entered the bone.

It is only in the desert that you can feel this extreme weather change, because only in the desert will there be two diametrically opposed weather: extreme heat and extreme cold.

But what Han Chuang paid attention to was not the weather, but the sound of shouting, which revealed despair and danger - only in the desert could he feel the change from extreme danger, as if in just an instant, the caravan and Han Chuang and the others fell to death.

Han Chuang gestured to Jin Sanfu and walked out of the tent, the fire outside the tent was full of fire, and the shouts and the sound of swords and soldiers were connected.

The moon had not yet risen, the stars were still hiding behind the cumulus clouds, and at this alternating time, there were dark shadows flickering in the vast night in the distance.

Not one, but countless paths, not one person, but countless people.

It was countless people on horseback or on camels.

Han Chuang walked to the gate of the camp, and the old man was already standing at the door, he was on crutches in his hand, his eyes were worried and tenacious.

"Is that them?" Han Chuang asked.

The old man raised his head, stared at Han Chuang with his eyes that flickered in the dim light, and said, "That's right, it's the Black Rider Sand Thief. His voice was calm, and there was no panic in the slightest.

Han Chuang frowned and asked, "Why are they still coming?"

The corners of the old man's mouth rolled into a nonchalant smile, "Do you think the Black Rider Sand Thieves are a bunch of cowards?"

Han Chuang shook his head, he didn't think that any sand thief was a coward, only true warriors would dare to put themselves in the depths of the desert, although the profession they were engaged in was not ethical, and it was also contrary to the spirit of human unity and love, but if you just talk about courage, it is definitely worthy of admiration.

"That's right," the old man smiled, and the deep wrinkles on his face were clustered together, like a blooming chrysanthemum, "they are not cowards, so they chose to make a comeback after defeat, which is also expected by me, but I didn't expect them to come so quickly." ”

His voice went from low to high-pitched, as if he had undergone an unknown metamorphosis in his heart, and he seemed to be in good spirits, not in the slightest in the slightest of dangerous despair.

- This surprised Han Chuang, he didn't understand what made an old man seem so calm in the face of danger, and could only guess that it was something like courage.

But courage-

He smiled.

He saw with his own eyes a man walking past him, his hands and feet shaking uncoordinatedly.

- No one laughed at him, because everyone looked the same. Everyone was afraid, afraid of the black horse sand thieves, not only because of the reputation of the grass that did not remain, but also because of the fear in their hearts.

A young man standing on a high platform, in charge of sentry, even kept shrinking his neck into his clothes, and his eyes were like rat eyes, with a frightened and anxious light.

- An arrow pierced his chest, blood splattered out, and a brilliant flower of blood bloomed in the air, and the young man paid the price for his fear and cowardice, and if he had kept his eyes on the front, in the direction where the yellow sand had rolled in, he might have a chance to dodge the deadly arrow.

But he didn't do so, and it was a matter of course that he was shot. His man fell, slammed to the ground, his sternum sunken, and his eyes turned gray - he couldn't live.

"No!"

The desolate screams attracted everyone's attention, and some of the samurai tried to surround them, but were stopped by the old man.

"What are you doing! Back in my defensive position, everyone is on my watchful side, and I must not release an arrow without my orders. ”

"Puff up your chest for me, for if we have just defeated them during the day, will we be defeated by them at night? ”

The old man showed his majestic side, his beard raised high against the fierce north wind, like a flag that was shapeless, but strong enough.

His voice was not the usual suave, but irascible and crazy. But in the irritability and madness, there is something called sanity.

Han Chuang believes that at this moment, his heart must be one part of two, one is responsible for passion, the other is responsible for reason, passion inspires others, and reason controls himself.

But in any case, on the surface, he looks like a crazy lion.

Han Chuang laughed and asked in a low voice, "What do you need us to do?"

The old man raised his head, glanced at Han Chuang with gray eyes, and said lightly, "You can choose to go." "The look of indifference is incredible.

Walking is the best way for Mingzhe to protect himself, but it is not what Han Chuang wants.

He smiled and said, "Save people and save people to the west, I won't leave." ”

A bright light flashed in the old man's eyes, staring at Han Chuang, and grinning, "Okay, let's take a look at the true strength of the biggest sand thief in the desert." ”

At this time, Wei Zhenye quietly came to Han Chuang and the old man, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all.

He knew that there was no point in saying anything at this moment, that if he left, a crack would appear in the warrior's heart, and that whenever he dreamed back at midnight, he would think of this scene and what would have happened in this camp if they had left: the men had fallen one after another, the praying old men and weeping children had their heads cut off with merciless bloody knives, and the women had their voices ended with daggers.

The rift torn open by a sad story is a flaw that almost cannot be repaired by eternal life.

The martial artist seeks peace of mind, seeks reason, and seeks to have a clear mind, maybe he Wei Zhenye can not care about this, because he knows that he will not be able to make a breakthrough at all, but what about Han Chuang and the others? They will not run away with Wei Zhenye, and no martial artist who has a pursuit will not.

The sound of horses' hooves is near, like a noisy concerto, and when the music reaches its climax, the naked murder is revealed.

The broadsword hung down, standing in front of the horse, the man was on the horse, his head held high, a row of heavily armored knights stood at the front of the position, the helmet hid their faces, but could not hide the cold killing intent, they reached a hundred meters before the camp and stopped, like a poisonous snake lurking in the grass, waiting for the opponent to reveal a flaw, and deliver a fatal blow.

The wind was blowing, and it was bitterly cold.

The old man walked to the front of the position, surrounded by everyone, and looked at the row of heavily armored knights and the large group of sand thieves behind them.

This is the most efficient and cruel method of warfare, with the heavy knights in front and the light cavalry in the rear, responsible for harvesting the lives of the scattered enemies, which is the most efficient and cruel method of battle, with little technical content, but extremely effective, at least in the face of a group of feet without the protection of the walls.

The old man had no fear on his face, and shouted loudly: "Let you big bosses come out and speak!"

There was no sound, not even the sound of horses' hooves, only the whirring of the wind.

Under the gaze of the old man, the heavy armored cavalry separated from it, revealing a gap in the center, and three horses slowly walked out of the gap, riding not a horse, but a good dromedary, one person in front, it was Sun Hu in the black tower, the two were behind, and one on the left knew Han Chuang, although he had changed his appearance at the moment, his skin was a lot whiter, and he was also in a lot of spirits, but Han Chuang still recognized at a glance that he was the white feather wind who assassinated Nie Qingqing just now.

- Judging from the slightly uncoordinated posture of his camel riding, he still had the wound left by Han Chuang on his shoulder, but unexpectedly, there was no hatred in his eyes when he looked at Han Chuang, but a slight appreciation.

"Damn it!" Han Chuang thought, he hated himself for not being more careful, if the calculation was half a step more accurate, the soft sword would not just pierce his shoulder.

"Master, let me out, let me teach them a lesson. "Space Jade Perry's Xiaobai can't wait to fight, when it faces a powerful opponent, it will choose to remain silent, but if it is a group of enemies whose strength is below it, it will show eagerness to try.

It's not because it has changed its timid style and become a heroic and fearless warrior, but because demon beasts are born with a greater advantage than humans when facing group battles.

Their strong physique makes this advantage a natural fit.

- Han Chuang ignored it, although his identity is no longer a secret that no one knows, he still doesn't want to expose it to others, and now it is not the moment of life and death, so Xiaobai should not be exposed.

His gaze was fixed on the rider on the right, different from the armor of the others, he was wearing a simple black robe, his long hair was combed high on the top of his head, and he was tied into a bun common among Taoist priests, he was not very young, about forty years old, with two mustaches, the bridge of his nose was high and pointed, his eyes were difficult and narrow, and even the muscle groups near his eyes were somewhat atrophied, but his eyes were surprisingly large, and his eyes were bright.

He was unarmed, his hands clutched the reins, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as the old man shouted.

- A mysterious smile.

He didn't speak, but glanced at Sun Hu with a smile, and signaled with his eyes and an undetectable nod that Sun Hu could speak, so Sun Hu spoke: "Old man, it is your blessing that Lao Tzu likes something in your Chamber of Commerce, today you dare to resist Lao Tzu, see that Lao Tzu will not tear you apart now." ”

"Shred, shred!" With Sun Hu's agitation, the sand thieves raised their swords and shouted.

The voices gathered together, like a huge, powerful hammer, and the heavy hammer hit the chest of the martial artist on Han Chuang's side, and many people couldn't help but show a look of fear.

The old man raised his eyes and glanced at Sun Hu, smiled coldly, and shouted: "Sun Hu, you don't need to be alarmist, and you don't know who fled during the day, do you think you can get it by bringing your Xuantie Heavy Horse at night? I tell you, it is impossible!"

Although the old man's voice was not as high-pitched as Sun Hulai's, it came out with true qi and directly entered everyone's ears, driving away the influence that Sun Hu had just added.

One by one, the white-clothed warriors puffed up their chests.

Han Chuang couldn't help but glance at the old man in surprise, and it wasn't until this moment that he realized that the old man actually had martial arts, and his strength was by no means below him.

"Who the hell is he?" Han Chuang thought. It is impossible for an ordinary caravan to have such a master, because although the strength shown by the old man is comparable to his, he keenly feels that the old man did not use all his strength, and he looks so unfathomable.

Sun Hu's eyes widened, and he glanced at the black-clothed Taoist priest beside him, and the Taoist priest smiled, and listened to Sun Hu shout: "Okay, you old man, no one in the desert dares to talk to Lao Tzu like this, you dare to say this, you must be a capable person, Lao Tzu doesn't want to make a river of blood, why don't we play it simpler?"

Han Chuang was surprised in his heart, only to feel that Sun Hu behaved very strangely tonight, the two armies were facing each other, although the caravan did not fall behind in momentum, but the discerning people could see the gap between the two armies, on the one hand, the light cavalry was heavier cavalry, and on the other hand, there were mostly carriages with foot feet and a small amount of goods, even if there were Han Chuang and others, but if they really wanted to fight, they might be able to get out easily, but it was impossible to stop the crowds of cavalry charges, especially the heavy cavalry in the world.

Therefore, Sun Hu's suddenly softened tone made Han Chuang puzzled, and all these changes were instructed by the black-robed Taoist priest, Han Chuang couldn't help but look at him more.

The eyes are big and bright, and the two mustaches are shiny, although he looks extraordinarily energetic, but he is an ordinary person, not only ordinary in appearance, but even his strength is also ordinary, Han Chuang feels that he probably has the strength of the middle stage of the Huayuan Dynasty, at most the strength of the late Huayuan period, and this strength is obviously vulnerable in front of him.

The chill hit Han Chuang's clothes with the wind, making him sober up a little. At this time, I heard the old man shouting: "Sun Hu, if you have anything, just tell me and listen to it." ”

In this case, no matter what the other person has in mind, it is good to listen to it, after all, if you don't stop, it is a dead end - everyone understands this.

Sun Hu smiled slightly and said: "The old man is really fast-talking, my idea is very simple, there are five people on each side of you and me, let's fight a game, if you win, we will turn around and leave, never stay, if you lose, I will be caught."

Wei Zhenye walked up to the old man and said in a low voice: "Do you know what his idea is? ”

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe he has absolute self-confidence, so he doesn't want the cavalry to lose too much. ”

Han Chuang nodded as well, his gaze falling on those heavy cavalry.

"That's right, although the armor on the body of these black iron heavy riders is not made of whole black iron, but it is made of the best materials that have been tempered, and each one is worth at least a thousand catties, and the most important thing is not the armor, but the person who can wear the armor, although such armor can protect the knight from head to toe, but it has a fatal weakness. ”

"Too heavy?" Nie Qingqing suddenly spoke.

Han Chuang smiled and nodded, "That's right, it's just too heavy." The heavy armor weakened the agility of the cavalry, and only warriors above the Avatar period could maintain the agility of the cavalry while maintaining the impact at the same time. ”

Nie Qingqing frowned and said, "You said that these people are martial artists of the Transformation Yuan Period?" Her gaze fell on these heavy cavalrymen, and the cold armor seemed to block peeps, so that she couldn't see why.

Han Chuang smiled and said, "Don't look at it, you can't see it, this armor is painted with a charm by a master, which can hide people's strength." ”

The old man raised his head and glanced at Han Chuang in surprise, "Then can you be sure that they only have the Transformation Yuan Period?"

"Yes," Han Chuang nodded affirmatively, pointing to his eyes and said, "Even a charm can't stop my eyes." ”

The old man's expression was still a little puzzled, so he listened to Nie Qingqing say: "I believe in him, he will never be wrong." ”

"I believe in him too. A weak voice came from behind him, and everyone looked back and saw Jin Sanfu dragging his heavy body and walking forward step by step.

Wei Hongqiong and Nie Qingqing went up to help him, but he waved his hand to block him, "Don't worry, I'm fine," he said, walked to Han Chuang's side, and said: "Every Xuantie heavy horse under Sun Hu is a treasure, unless he has to do it, he will never want to use it to fight with us." ”

Wei Hongqiong frowned and said, "How could it be? Doesn't he have the upper hand now? As long as the heavy cavalry reunites, we will never be able to stop it." ”

Han Chuang replied with a smile: "Maybe we can't stop the reunion of the heavy cavalry, but we can cause them huge casualties, such as cutting Yuan, how many heavy cavalry can you kill in a reunion." ”

The Golden Silk Ring Knife of Chopping Yuan was a sharp weapon on the battlefield, so Han Chuang was the first to ask him.

Chopping Yuan glanced at these Xuantie Heavy Riders, pondered for a moment, and said, "If it is really like what you said, they are just martial artists of the Transformation Yuan Period, I can solve at least five people in one charge, and if you don't consider the retreat, ten people are also possible." ”

Han Chuang looked around, smiled and said, "Seeing it, Chopping Yuan can kill at least five of them, this is just him, how many can we kill him together?" Sun Hu's heavy cavalry doesn't seem to be many-"

The old man answered, "As far as I know, there are only five hundred. ”

Han Chuang smiled and said, "That's it, if we do it with all our might, we can at least let him lose a hundred heavy cavalry, which is one-fifth of the loss, presumably even the strongest sand thieves will be unbearable." ”

The old man replied with a smile: "That's right, that's the reason, with a few of you here, even if he can wipe out the caravan, the losses he suffers are enough to make him lose his vitality." Sun Hu has been fighting in the desert for a long time, so he naturally understands the importance of maintaining the advantage of strength, so it is impossible for him to fight with us, but he wants to eat us, so he came up with the method of fighting five people. ”

Wei Hongqiong listened to everyone's analysis and felt reasonable, so she said, "Then we reject him?"

Han Chuang shook his head and said, "Promise him." ”

"Why," Wei Hongqiong said in surprise, "why should we do what he wants?"

Wei Zhenye patted Wei Hongqiong's shoulder and said softly: "Although Sun Hu doesn't want to confront us head-on, he is by no means a timid person, on the contrary, he is ruthless enough and vicious enough, if we really refuse the request of the five-person war, he will probably attack us directly, at that time-" At this point, he couldn't help but glance at the old man.