That night, the wind stopped and the sand settled.

The lamps are burned in the village for the day, the barracks are set up one after another in the school field, divided into five battalions in the front and back, the left and right middle and middle battalions, the road is like that, the soldiers perform their duties, the spears are lined up, and the command envoys gather in the middle tent to discuss matters with the family celebration.

Above the head of the fort, two battle flags were hoisted high, gold letters on a black background stretched out in the night, and the archers stared intently a hundred paces away, only moving when the sentry changed.

The rear camp took out the horses and handed them over to Mo Lingfeng, who hung the token on his waist, followed Yin Nan and Nomad Qing left and right, followed by the soldiers, and brought maps and water bladders and other things, and quietly went out of the village.

A bright moon in the sky, boundless yellow sand in the eyes, there is silence all around, there is no trace of the enemy, the copper kettle in the village ticks, the sound of water reaches the outside of the village, the horse's hooves fall into the sand, can not fly, but also swallow the sound of their actions.

Everyone was tense and nervous, watching and listening to all directions, a huge dung beetle quickly crawled over the sand, making a "rustling" sound, nomadic Qing and Yin Nan shot out their eyes one after another, and saw that it was a black dung beetle, and ignored it.

The farther away from the stockade, the more this kind of small and fragmented movement, the four-legged curly-tailed "sand monks" swarmed, crawling under the horse's hooves at high speed, and the ants were also tangled together, becoming behemoths.

Occasionally, the horse's hooves kick out some white bones from the sand, both wild and human.

If Jin Yu saw Han people outside the fortress, no matter who they were, they would be killed, exposed to the wilderness, and allowed the corpses to be eaten and decomposed, leaving only white bones.

When the Qiang people saw the Han people, they would buy the life silver, and if they could not hand over the money, they would cut off their heads and send them to the Jin people to receive the reward.

The leaky merchants who have been going back and forth here all the year round have used silver to open a road among the Qiang people.

After walking for half an hour, the ground gradually changed from yellow sand to solid yellow earth, Mo Lingfeng raised his whip, shook his hand, and began to gallop eastward, along the map.

The sound of the horse's hooves "clicked", and the scenery on both sides fell backwards out of everyone's sight, and what appeared in their eyes was the loess that piled up the beams, so that the wind blew out the tendons and cut out the bones, standing proudly under the sky, and gradually slowed down in the sound of the horses' hooves, turning into mountains and water.

It was another hour of fast horses, and they passed by the empty Zhangjiabao and arrived at the place pointed by Chongjiaqing.

Mo Lingfeng rolled the saddle and dismounted, the soles of his feet were very soft, and when he looked down, he saw that among the withered grass, there had been a muffled green, and it was indeed a place where water and grass were abundant, and she quietly walked forward for more than ten steps, and a dome-like tent appeared in her eyes.

She had never seen the residence of the Jin people, but she had only heard Zhao Shiheng mention that the nomadic people weave willows as a room, with a cover like a dome, which is like a dome, so it is called a dome, so she whispered: "This is it, Yin Nan, you go to find out how many domes." ”

Yin Nan lifted his legs and left, his eyes lit up, and his expression was also very excited.

A breeze swept through the tips of everyone's noses, bringing with them the cold smell of livestock manure and aquatic plants, and Mo Lingfeng shivered in the wind—even though it wasn't cold, he still shivered.

She has never been to a war, she has never been to such a barren place, since she was born, she has nested in Mo Qianlan's arms, and the world she sees is full of gold and jade, flowers, and there is no blood.

Now Mo Qianlan is still in place, but she has come far away.

She lowered her head and rubbed the soles of her shoes back and forth on a pile of dead grass, trying to rub off the horse manure on the soles, but before she could rub it off, Yin Nan had already run back.

"Twenty-three domes," Yin Nan counted quickly, "There are a lot of sheep and horses." ”

Mo Lingfeng continued to rub the horse manure until the soles of his shoes were clean, and then said: "Nomadic Qing stays, everyone else goes, don't let anyone go." ”

Everyone nodded immediately, drew their knives out of their sheaths, and walked forward silently, Yin Nan grabbed the sharp knife and walked the fastest, and before the others arrived, she had already broken into the vault.

On the clean cloth, a huge scarlet flower suddenly bloomed.

Then a series of screams rang out, and the reacting man rolled over and pounced on the soldiers—they were all good horses and swordsmen, and they would not be killed by the neck.

Mo Lingfeng stayed where she was, her soul had stretched out its tentacles and followed, the firelight that flashed in the dark night, the fighting, the crying, the people running in all directions, and the blood gushing out of her body, all with sounds, burrowed into her narrow ears.

She shivered again, and Nomad Qing turned her head and asked, "Girl, is it cold?" ”

Mo Lingfeng said "um", reached out and touched the gold collar around his neck, wanting to suppress the uneasiness and anxiety in his heart, and then took out Xun from his waist, put it in his mouth, and blew it "whining".

The low and tragic sound of Xun is like a whistling wind blowing on the battlefield, and the earth is sad and resonant, out of tune, but in tune with the battlefield.

After the blow, Mo Lingfeng was at ease, put away Xun, and the same indifferent look appeared on her face like Mo Qianlan.

Suddenly, the Qiang people escaped, rode out of the encirclement, and came straight to the direction of Mo Lingfeng, as if to report to the Jin soldiers.

Mo Lingfeng was very self-aware, so he didn't need Nomad Qing to speak, he immediately rolled on the spot and hid behind a big rock.

Nomad Qing carried a knife and easily intercepted and killed this person, and then put on the momentum of a man who could not be opened, and waited here.

The blood qi was so strong that it blurred the time, and Mo Lingfeng watched the sky gradually turn white, only to realize that it was almost dawn.

The sky and clouds fell beside her, making her see a few yellow frangipani crawling at her feet, and small yellow flowers blooming on the branches.

The moment daylight emerges from the end of the earth, the battle ends, and the severed corpses are scattered everywhere.

There are herds of livestock, and there are many of them, and at a glance, they are black and oppressive, and there is no end in sight.

Yin Nan put away the knife, covered in blood, and walked to Mo Lingfeng's side excitedly, burping as if she was full, and the depression that had been suffocating for many days was swept away, and she became extremely sensitive—she liked the battlefield.

Mo Lingfeng thought to himself: "This place is indeed rich, and there are ten times as many livestock as people. ”

She turned over and got on her horse: "Let's go, the horses will rush back." ”

The soldiers hung their bloody heads on their horses, and drove away the hundreds of good horses with their whips, when suddenly the sheep and the horses were startled at the same time, and there was a commotion.

"Hurry up, the wolf is coming!" Nomad Qing heard the howl, and immediately urged the horse forward, Mo Lingfeng looked in the direction where the cry came from, and saw that in the middle of the mountain, a fierce face with a deep cracked tone stretched out, and was trying to go down the mountain.

Mo Lingfeng also struck the horse forward, and the horses and sheep did not have to be driven under the forced gaze of the wolf, and followed the crowd.

After walking out for a while, Mo Lingfeng turned back again, wanting to see the wolf, and saw a "corpse" lying down not far away, rolling quietly, sensing Mo Lingfeng's gaze, he raised his head and took a look, and then rolled into the river.

Ran.

Mo Lingfeng didn't chase after this person who escaped death, and faintly felt that this person was familiar, and walked out a few steps, and suddenly remembered that this person had seen this person by the Shuo River - the Qiang boy who gave her a white stone.