"Shut up!" The black bear stared sideways in the gap between staring at the enemy in front of him, "If you spread the word about this, Lao Tzu wants you to look good!"

Jiang Baichuan stared at the approaching Cana warrior and said, "Then you have to go out first."

The black bear frowned when he heard this, and both of them looked extremely nervous at the moment, because the Cana warriors had already abandoned their spears, and instead drew their short swords at their waists, and then held their shields to close the encirclement.

"Black Instructor." Jiang Baichuan suddenly said, "And help me!"

The black bear didn't understand the meaning of his words, only to see Jiang Baichuan suddenly charge forward, he strode on the yellow sand and jumped high, clenched the war knife with both hands and slashed down!

Click!

The shield blocked his attack, and the dagger stabbed like a viper's spitting letter!

Jiang Baichuan dodged the attack sideways, and at the same time grabbed the gap and stabbed out the war knife, stabbed through the opponent's hand, instantly drew the knife and quickly pulled the knife up, immediately cut off the opponent's arm, and then raised his leg and swept it, kicking out the short sword in the broken arm's hand like a whip, piercing a person's forehead!

The Cana warriors were all taken aback, they all stopped their pace when they saw Jiang Baichuan so brave, but several people stabbed out their short swords in Jiang Baichuan's back in an attempt to sneak attack!

Poop!

The black bear rolled forward and picked up the shield on the ground, and while blocking the attack for Jiang Baichuan, he suddenly turned around and swept backhand, the war knife flickered, and the two heads fell to the ground together.

"Forward!"

One of the Cana warriors shouted, and the warriors immediately moved forward and contracted the encirclement again, and the space left for Jiang Baichuan and the black bear became narrower and narrower.

The two leaned back to back against each other again, looking nervously around.

"Attack!"

The Cana warriors stepped forward again neatly, and at the same time stabbed out their short swords together, and Jiang Baichuan's sword flashed and swung several swords. But he was pierced through his arm by the attack that stabbed him from a tricky angle!

The black bear relied on his shield to block the attack, but when he saw that Jiang Baichuan was in trouble, he wanted to come back to help, but at this moment, the attack was uninterrupted, the shield clanged, he blocked left and right, and there was no power to fight back for a while.

And Jiang Baichuan was even more difficult, he blocked the attack one after another, but he was unable to defeat the group of swords with a single sword, and his arms, shoulders and thighs were injured in many places, but he continued to swing the knife as if he didn't care, and he stubbornly guarded the back of the black bear!

The two fought hard and persevered, and the Cana warriors pressed forward step by step, and at this moment of embarrassment, a group of thunderous iron hooves rang out, and the heavily armored iron horsemen of the iron-blooded battalion suddenly arrived!

Liang Fenghou raised his sword and fell, the heavy armored iron cavalry had been carried away by the blood, no one could stop the fighting offensive, the two sides collided together, and the battlefield where people turned over on their backs was immediately determined under the rapid impact.

Annihilated in one fell swoop, Liang Fenghou listened to the battle report, and the captain of the iron-blooded battalion commanded the soldiers to pack up their bags and food and prepare to leave.

The black bear sat on the sand panting, his whole body was wet with sweat, but his eyes were looking at Jiang Baichuan, who was being taken care of by the military doctor.

He thought he couldn't do it at the time, and when he saw the dagger that flickered, he really thought he was going to die.

He looked at Jiang Baichuan and stared at him without saying a word for a long time.

It was Jiang Baichuan who saved him.

Jiaohe watched as Burigood walked out of his tent in disappointment, and the tribal leader inside the tent did not even come out to meet him.

In the desert, whenever people in the desert come and go to each other's tents, the host will warmly serve mellow and delicious goat milk wine and hot and crispy roast mutton to entertain.

The beautiful desert girl will wear a bright rainbow skirt with a hazy gauze scarf on her face, revealing only her big pure and watery eyes. They will sing and dance in front of the campfire, offering sincere blessings to their guests and giving their hearts to the desert warriors they love.

Kojiaohe and Buzhigood were not treated as guests, and the leader cursed him in desert dialect as a shameless slave, a warrior without honor, because he had been defeated by the Canadians in a great duel and was surrendered as a slave.

He should have killed himself with his sword at the moment of defeat, or he should have died in a duel. In this way, the great Talatan god became

Will accept this brave soul into the temple of the samurai.

"Is it so hard for you to panic once?" Jiaohe looked at Burigud, "You always talk about your experience of being imprisoned, how can these stubborn patriarchs respect you?"

"Do you want me to lie?" Burigood ripped the hood off his head, "I'm not from your Zheng Guo, I have no shame, and I always use one lie to fulfill another."

"We've walked through five tribes from the Atrium." Jiaohe glanced at the tent, and the shrill scolding kept echoing, "No one accepts you, and they don't believe that you will be the Burigood they once trusted."

"The result of deception with lies is to be tasted with life." "A lie is a seed planted in a human heart, and it grows until it bursts the heart. If I lie in order to gather the samurai of the whole desert, and the lie breaks before the great duel comes, have you thought about the consequences?" He pinched the water bladder and told Jiaohe, "Unreserved trust is the custom of the desert people, and you know this better than me."

Břigood's gaze rested on Jiaohe's chest, the dark brown hood obscured Jiaohe's figure, but Břigood seemed to be able to see through his robe, seeing his tattoos, his skin color, his bones, blood, and the royal heritage deeply planted in his soul.

"Where are we going next?" Jiaohe avoided the topic, "Do you want to continue to visit one after another?" It's futile and futile."

Burigoodmore put his arms around the horse's neck and snorted in comfort.

While rubbing, he looked at Jiaohe and smiled, saying, "Are you blaming me?"

When he looked up, his hood was lifted back in the wind, his lips were dry and covered with dead skin, and he said, "We are running out of water and we don't have much food."

"Climb over that sand dune, and it's a hunting ground deep in the desert." Burigood patted his horse, then rolled over, "There's a big tribe there, and there's a fair. We can exchange things for food and water there."

Jiaohe silently mounted his horse and followed, with Burigood as the leader, and the two rode slowly towards the sand dunes in solitude.

The wind and sand were very strong, and Jiaohe covered his mouth and nose with a cloth, and Burigood slowed down in the process of marching, and the two rode side by side.

Burigood suddenly reached out and pulled Jiaohe's hood up to cover his head, then clutched Bupa, who was close to his mouth and nose, and said, "The sand will make you feel hot when it touches your skin, and the wind will make you feel sleepy. Put it on, we still have a long way to go."

"It's long?" Jiaohe raised his voice slightly, "How long will it take to reach your destination?"

Břigood walked up to him and twisted his neck and shouted, "It's long, but it's fast."

They walked for several hours, and the sky was getting dark, and the wind and sand that were getting wilder and wilder were pouring like a rain of sand, and there was a pause, and then it rained again. As the two walked along, they crossed the river and asked Burigood, "How far is it?"

"It's coming." Bříggood pointed to the blurred sand dunes in the distance, "It's almost there."

Jiaohe followed silently, and then walked for a few hours, the wind and sand made Jiaohe feel tired, and the hand holding the reins was very tight. This was his habit, and the veterans of the scout camp had told him that if he could not escape from a sandstorm during his patrol in the desert, he would tie the reins to his hands, so that after passing out, the trained horses would bring the unconscious scout back to the camp.

It's an ancient way that has been passed down all the time.

He felt like he was about to pass out, sweat running through his skin, his robe made him feel stuffy, and the sweat on his back was blown by the wind, and he felt cold when it touched his skin.

He rode his horse on, unconsciously wrapping the reins around his wrists to prevent himself from fainting.

Jiaohe asked in a hoarse voice, "How long is it?"

Břigood's eyes were fixed on the direction of the dunes, but the wind and sand were so strong that he could no longer see clearly.

"It's coming." He looked ahead and said, "It's almost there."

Jiaohe lowered his head and followed, and suddenly found that at some point there was a rope tied to the side of the horse's muzzle, and the root was connected to Burigood in front.

The night was dark, and the desert sky was dark, and the two rode their horses slowly in the dark night.

Jiaohe was tired and hungry, and after a long time, the wind and sand seemed to stop unconsciously, he took off the cloth from his mouth to breathe in the fresh air, and looked up at the sky.

The clear and bright stars seemed to be close at hand, and he felt as if he was wrapped in the vast Milky Way, deeply feeling his insignificance. The night air was as cold as cold water, but sleepiness hit him the moment he relaxed.

He fell in the sand and fainted.

After a long time, the slight vibration and the coolness of his mouth woke Jiaohe up, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on his side in Burigood's arms.

Tall and muscular, Břigood rode his horse in one hand and held a water bladder in the other hand to hand it to the lips of the river.

Břigood glanced down at him, then smiled heartily and said, "Are you awake?"

Jiao He could feel his snort spitting on the side of his face, and he looked away and asked, "How long have I passed out?"

Břigood bit the capsule in his mouth, and he pushed the capsule back into the water bladder and said, "I've been walking for half the night."

"Haven't you arrived yet?" Jiao He was so weak that he had to press Burigood's chest and look up, "How far is that tribe?"

"Soon." Břígood repeated, "Soon to come."

Jiaohe looked up at him like a star, and said, "You lied to me."

"I never cheat." Burigood shook his head, "The compatriots of the desert know my story, and they know that I walked from the three courts of the desert to the depths of the desert, naked, without water and food. Don't you think it's weird? Can ordinary people really go to the end of the desert without eating or drinking?"

Jiaohe frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

"I was on my way to the depths of the desert when I was caught in a sandstorm, my horse ran away and there was no food or water, and then I encountered quicksand and my feet slowly sank down. I didn't dare to move, so I took off my clothes and tied them into ropes, and lassoed a cactus like a horse." "I pulled slowly, pulling myself out of the quicksand, and the old cactus pierced the clothes, and then I wrapped my hands around the torn clothes and tore the cactus off, smearing the juice all over my body. And then keep walking, going all the way."

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