The scenery in the desert is usually not peaceful. The fierceness of the wind and sand in the Gobi is hard for people who have experienced it to imagine that it is so powerful. Originally, it was the Gobi Sea, looking at the yellow sand, until the edge of the sky, not even a small tree could be seen. On this day, the wind was particularly fierce, only to see the sad wind roaring, the yellow dust surging, the floating sand in the desert was swept up by the wind, swirling in the air, and the earth was shrouded in these flying floating sand dust fog, a dim and sad scene. In the meantime, people are like being trapped in a sea of yellow fog, and they can't see anything on the other side. The daylight was long gone, and the sky was dark red.

Sometimes the wind and sand stopped for a while, and in the gloomy clouds and mist, a faint gray and white sun shadow just appeared, and suddenly the madness rose again, and the sun shadow was swallowed by the yellow mist. The wind was more violent than before, only listening to the sound of whirring and roaring, carrying thousands of feet of dust and sand, like thousands of horses galloping, surging wildly, overwhelming.

In the middle, there is a whirlwind rolled up a pillar of sand, which looks like a mountain peak in the distance, and the volley turns sharply. In the shadow of the dust and mist, it is not real at first glance, and only slightly I can see that in the shadow opposite, there seems to be a spark flickering. People who don't know, who don't know how to avoid it, are looking at Zhang Huang, and suddenly there is a bright light in front of him, and the more sparks, the sand pillar is already as fast as lightning, and he is pressed on his head.

Needless to say, if you are in the brunt of it, you can't want to live even if you sweep a little wind. The pillar of sand was about to collapse suddenly, and immediately it became a wave of sand for a thousand hirons, and the waves rose and fell, and swept forward with the wind. When the wind subsided, there were countless wavy sand dunes on the desert plain. These dunes, when moved by the wind, are not fixed at all.

Today's Chonggang ups and downs, continuously, tomorrow it will be swept by the wind, and turn into a pillar of sand, flying wildly in the desert, raging back and forth. When encountering the most powerful encounter, everywhere you go, regardless of the castle and garden, the houses of people and animals, they are either overwhelmed by it and buried inside, or swept away by the wind and turned into nothing. The momentum of the end is fierce and vicious, and it is very powerful.

At this time, the wind was still rising. It was a vast expanse of plains and deserts, with yellow sand and endless stretches as far as the eye could see. The wind and sand are together, and they are even more dim, and they can't see anything, and the yellow clouds in the four fields are connected to the sky, and the sky is so low that it is about to press on the head. There is only one mound nearby, and not far from the opposite side, there is a broken cliff that is incomplete, only two or three feet high, and in addition, it is all Gobi flat sand. Seeing that the wind was blowing stronger and stronger, the dust and sand were rolling, flying up and down, and stirring into a swirl of sand. In the midst of this sad wind roaring, I suddenly heard a few Luan bells ringing in the distance on the other side of Hami's road, which were intermittent and scattered because they were forced by the wind and sand, and they were almost silent. When the people who had lived in the area for a long time heard the bell, they knew that two fast horses were coming from afar.

At this time, there was a young boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old on the cliff, dressed in a short suit against sheepskin, who ran out from behind the dirt slope and went up the cliff, intending to cross the cliff. Hearing the bell, he came down again, knelt on the ground, listened to it closely, and said with a smile: "Today's wind is so strong, all the merchants who have been walking in the desert for a long time know how to check the wind." The weather is so treacherous, how can you take a large camel caravan on an adventure at this time? These two leading horses are also surprisingly fast, why is it? When I see where I'm coming from, I'll tell Master to go. After speaking, he climbed up the cliff again and whistled in the wind. A very loud birdsong came from the air as soon as I heard it, and because it was a tailwind, it was vivid to hear.

Immediately after, the ringing of the bell came nearer, and suddenly I saw two white horses, riding on them two strong men wearing cloaks, short swords, and bows and arrows on their shoulders, rushing through the wind and fog from the yellow dust. The two horses looked very majestic, but the fierce wind could not stop them, and they turned their hooves and flashed their palms, and jumped forward with their heads held high, and in a flash they galloped over the side of the cliff to the top of the mound. The strong man restrained the horse, and the horse was covered in sweat and dust. After stopping, there was a neighing in the wind, and the heat from the horse's mouth immediately swelled like a white mist. The two strong men, one tall and one short, rode on horseback, looked around according to the saddle, and were very arrogant. The person at the end is a hero, the horse is a dragon horse, and it is clear at a glance that it is not an ordinary businessman.

When the young boy saw these two people, his heart was overjoyed. Fang wanted to jump down to inquire about the intention, but suddenly heard the camel bell ringing and the sound of ten thousand horsemen stepping on the dust, faintly against the wind, knowing that the camel team was about to arrive. At the same time, a cloud of ink will also fly in the air. The wind and sand are becoming more and more fierce. I thought to myself: "It's better to see the people who come tomorrow and report back to the master." "I want to do it and stop it. After a while, I only heard the sound of hooves shaking the ground, and a large cloud of dust and mist suddenly rolled up in the dark shadows in front of me, mixed with the shadows of countless people, horses, and camels, galloping against the wind. The two heroes said in unison:

"How can such a storm enter again? Tell General Zhang to go. Then he rode down the hill and galloped up to meet him. The ink cloud also flew from the air and fell to the cliff, it was a big black with a height of a few feet. At the same time, the caravan of thousands of camels, along with men and horses, also galloped closer. When the big bird fell, the two strong men had already gone first, the wind and sand were confused, and their hearts were frightened, and they did not find the boy and the black. The caravan came and drove against the wind, far apart, not to mention. When the young child saw the wind and sand getting stronger, he seemed to be reluctant to stop for a long time. The bird's iron wings had not yet been collected, and the young boy had already flown on the black back and said, "Ah Peng, go to the master quickly." The bird nodded its head slightly, and immediately swept into the wind and clouds, and flew into the air. The two heroes seemed to hear the sound of spreading their wings in the air, and one of them looked back behind him, and there seemed to be a cloud of ink flying to the side, and it disappeared in a flash. At first, it was a whirlwind of dust and fog, and I didn't care. Afterwards, I remembered where Moyun went, the wind was not in the right direction, and I was busy looking back, but there was no trace, and I felt strange.

The great caravan of men and horses had come from the wind and dust. The first one was about 20 years old, born with ape arms and warbler shoulders, and was heroic. Wearing a felt hat with goggles on his head, he covered his face so that he could not see his eyes. Wearing a short black suit with tight buttons, leggings underneath, fast boots on the feet, seven cold-edged sharp knives with cold light on the belt of Wenluan, a long sword hanging from the waist, a Buddha's hand flying grasp on the right shoulder, and a slingshot hanging obliquely on the left shoulder, covered with a dark color. He was straight and rode on a horse. The horse was originally white, very tall, and both the seer and the seer were famous in Ili. As soon as the young man at the head came galloping from the wind and sand, the two strong men hurriedly stepped forward. The horse was running in a hurry, when the young man suddenly strangled him, and immediately raised his head and neighed, and his front legs were raised, and his body stood up, and his hind hooves touched the ground, and he took a few steps backwards before he stopped. The mane of the horse's head was draped in the wind, and the hot air between the mouth and nose was steaming, and it suddenly appeared. The boy rises and falls, always standing still, as if glued to the back of a horse, and looks more heroic and majestic.