"Drive!"

In the long yellow sand, one man and one rider run wildly in the desert.

A man in white riding on a horse was so anxious that the whip was whipped on the horse, even though the horse was a good horse, but it could not withstand such destruction, and after galloping desperately for hundreds of meters, he let out a long roar and fell to the ground, and actually lost his breath.

The man in white was thrown a few meters away by inertia and fell into the yellow sand. He struggled to his feet, looked at the dead horses, and then glanced to the west, and could not help but look up to the sky and sigh:

Is it true that the heavens will destroy me and let me die in this desert? It's just that His Majesty's mission has not been completed, and I am really ashamed of my Majesty and my great man!

Just as he sighed, he saw that the western sky was gradually obscured by the long yellow sand, and after a while, the shadow of a team of people and horses faintly appeared in the sand.

The man in white seemed to have expected that if he had encountered such a scene a few days ago, he might have given up his life, but he had been running wild in the desert for three days and three nights, and he was simply unable to deal with so many people...... He gritted his teeth and watched quietly as the group of centaurs rushed straight towards him.

The group numbered about thirty men, led by a stout man in armour, with a broad face and large ears, a thick beard on the upper jaw, and an earring on his ear. He glanced at the horse's corpse and sneered at the man, "Hmph, where are you running now? ”

The man in white glanced at those people, knowing that if he fell into the hands of these Huns this time, he would not only be humiliated by his mission, but also more likely to be discovered by the Huns for the purpose of his mission to Loulan.

There was a hint of determination on his face, and without waiting for the Huns to step forward, he drew the sword beside him and smeared his neck with lightning speed. Suddenly, the man's neck was bleeding like a pillar, and he immediately fell to the ground and died.

"Smack," the Huns led by him spat out, "It's quite backbone! Let's go!"

"But it's just the news we want to hear ......," one attendant reminded him.

"Fool, everyone is dead, listen to the fart!" the leader glared at his entourage, then waved behind him, turned the horse's head, and the group of centaurs galloped away with him towards the west.

In the blink of an eye, only the corpses of a man and a horse on the yellow sand were left in the empty desert.

The man's white clothes were splashed with patches of red blood, which set off the white clothes even more. Against the backdrop of the sunset and the wind and sand, a tragic and desolate picture is formed.