The yellow sand rolled all the way, straight to the back of the convoy fifty meters, the first black cloth covered the entire face, and only two eyes leaked out of the warrior raised his hand, and the rolling yellow sand behind was stagnant.

The sand and dust dispersed, revealing a group of nearly 100 warriors, all holding swords, covering their faces with black armor and black cloth.

Deputy Regiment Commander Zhao rode a few steps forward, looked at the leader of the sand bandits from a distance, and shouted loudly, "Come and stop, this is the goods of the Thunderfire Mercenary Group, and I hope you will give face."

It would be better to be able to use the power of the Thunder Fire Mercenary Group to deter Xiao Xiaoxi, and it would be better to calm the people, after all, if you do it, you will damage each other, and that is not the purpose of the dart escort.

"Thunderfire ......"

The leader of the sand bandits looked at the flag planted on the truck in the distance, and frowned slightly, obviously knowing the strength of the Thunderfire Mercenary Group, but ...... I don't seem to care too much.

Then he shouted in a deep voice.

"Okay, just give the Thunder Fire Mercenary Group a face, hand over half of the goods, and you can pass safely."

Deputy Head Zhao's face darkened, "Then there is no need to talk about it!"

Obviously, he dismisses the other party's request, not to mention half of it, even the loss of a truckload of goods will have a big impact on the credibility of the Thunderfire Mercenary Group.

A second-grade sword was slowly taken out of the treasure bag, and a fire lingered after the vitality was urged.

Lin Fan was also slightly puzzled when he saw this Hundred Treasure Bag of Deputy Head Zhao, as if many of the Dust Realm martial artists he had met were using Hundred Treasure Bags, and it seemed that it was rare for a high-level person like Xiang Burial Sword Pavilion to have a Spatial Ring in his hands.

This gave Lin Fan a new understanding of the heritage of the Burial Sword Pavilion, and of course he was quite proud......

Just when Lin Fan was distracted by random speculation, the scene had changed dramatically.

The leader of the sand bandits waved his hand, and the sand bandits behind him suddenly lowered their bodies in unison, and then urged their mounts to gallop wildly, and the hundred sand bandits acted in unison, and the sea buckthorn horse galloped with a burst of sand and dust, rolling like a huge wave.

Looking at the sand bandits who were charging in, Deputy Regiment Commander Zhao also had a cold gaze, but he did not rush over to meet the enemy.

And it wasn't until the bandits rushed to a distance of less than 30 meters from the convoy that he suddenly attacked.

"Twenty meters away, shoot the arrows!"

With a loud shout, the mercenary holding a short crossbow between the carriages behind him raised the short crossbow in his hand slightly, and then suddenly deducted the mechanism.

"Whoosh ......"

After the sound of the bowstring, the sound of breaking wind was heard, and thirty crossbow arrows arced in the air, and then fell straight down, accurately falling into the ranks of the bandits.

After a few howls of pain, several of the bandits fell off their horses.

This short crossbow is not very powerful, but several of them can still pose a threat to the warrior when shot together.

And Lin Fan admired the calmness of this Thunderfire mercenary group and the quality of the enemy and mercenaries.

"Ten meters away, armor-piercing arrows, put!"

There was another sound of breaking wind, and thirty crossbow arrows with faint fluorescence shot straight out.

And this time, the damage effect is obviously much stronger, and it is another sand bandit who can't stand the ground......

Lin Fan's eyes gathered, looking at the fallen sand bandits, and his heart pulled out for a while, "This armor-piercing arrow...... It is a treasure ......".

But when Lin Fan was stunned, the two sides had officially engaged in battle.

After two short crossbows were fired, more than sixty mercenaries and the remaining seventy or so sand bandits finally collided.

Suddenly there was a shout of killing......

The individual strength of the sand bandits is obviously inferior to that of the mercenaries, and often one mercenary can easily withstand the attacks of two sand bandits without being defeated for the time being.

And the mercenaries cooperate with each other quite tacitly, one person resists the attack while the other person shoots instantly, without giving the other party a chance to fight back.

A sand bandit relied on the strength of his high-level martial artist in the condensation realm to cut down a mercenary, but the mercenary who fell to the ground grabbed his knife with his hand and held on to death, and the mercenary who rushed to support stabbed the stunned sand bandit in two with red eyes.

Compared with fighting bravely, the mercenaries who lick blood and sleep with weapons on the tip of the knife are as good as these sand bandits......

In just a few minutes, nearly thirty people had fallen from the sand bandits, and the leader of the sand bandits was also in full swing with Deputy Head Zhao.

As soon as he took over the battle, the sand bandit regretted his actions today.

There are many entrances and exits in Huangshaling, and I have been guarding here with a group of brothers for nearly a month, and I have not gained much except for a few travelers and small caravans.

But the eating, drinking, and lazing of nearly a hundred brothers cost a lot, and the resources for cultivation consumed a lot, and that little gain was not enough to stuff their teeth......

Finally, I saw a convoy passing by, and if these twenty truckloads of goods could be brought in......

At least the brothers can live comfortably for a whole year, this coke spoiled this group of sand bandits, and the crowd was excited to kill people but found that this was actually the goods of the Thunderfire Mercenary Group......

Thunder Fire ...... Although this name is not very loud, it is not a weak force, but you can look at the twenty truckloads of goods......

He still decided to do this vote, seeking wealth and danger, and the strength of his Ning Yuan section was by no means a weak among the sand bandits, and the number was far superior to those mercenaries.

But he regretted it a little as soon as he took the battle......

The brothers he brought with him fell before they could get close, and nearly half of them were overturned in just a few minutes......

And the leader of this mercenary...... He even beat himself and had no power to fight back.

The aura of the third stage of the Ning Yuan Realm suppressed himself only had the power to parry, and he had no ability to fight back......

With a knife that slashed at his second-grade sword, the leader of the sand bandits was covered in cold sweat, and the first-grade sword in his hand had already cracked, and there were few brothers left.

As soon as his complexion changed, the leader of the sand bandits shook his knife with a false knife, and then gathered his vitality and slapped the ground with his left palm.

"Soil Blast"

With a loud shout, the yellow sand under Deputy Commander Zhao's feet surged, and then suddenly exploded, the yellow sand flew out like a sharp sword, and Deputy Commander Zhao instantly condensed a fire armor to resist damage.

However, several mercenaries and sand bandits around him howled in pain and were shot into a sieve......

Resisting the attack, the sand and dust dispersed, and when he looked for the shadow of the leader of the sand bandit, he saw that the sand bandit had already galloped and abandoned his brother, and fled to Huangsha Ridge alone......

Looking at the fleeing leader of the sand bandits, Deputy Head Zhao's face was cold.

did not go to the pursuit, Deputy Commander Zhao shouted.

"Kill"

Then he turned and pounced on the nearest bandit......

With the addition of the masters of the Dust Yuan Realm, the battle ended quickly, with the mercenaries losing eleven of their manpower, and nearly a hundred sand bandits all ambushed and executed......

......

Watch the surviving mercenaries silently clean up the battlefield, collect the remains of their companions, treat the wounded, bury the enemy, and collect the spoils.

Several mercenaries even picked up the armor-piercing arrows they had just shot, and the arrows were expensive, so the mercenaries naturally couldn't waste them.

It seems that everything is in order, but not one person makes a single sound.

Lin Fan didn't know what it was like in his heart......

The battle was short-lived.

But those dead mercenaries were all warriors, and those who cleaned up the bodies were their brothers in life and death.

But there is no crying of sorrow, no cursing of righteous indignation, only respect for the dead and respect for life.

......

The scorching sun slowly faded, a few stars gradually appeared in the night sky, and a few bonfires rose on the edge of Huangsha Ridge......

Deputy head Zhao and shopkeeper Sun sat around a bonfire, each holding a water bag and drinking wine.

Lin Fan, Lao Qi with gauze wrapped in his hands, and his second brother also sat around another bonfire.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little gloomy......

After the little tilt, Deputy Head Zhao suddenly stood up and threw the water bag in his hand into the fire.

"Hoo ......"

Bonfires lit spirits and flames several meters high.

"This pot of wine, salute the dead brother," Deputy Head Zhao said with a solemn face.

Shopkeeper Sun also poured a pot of wine into the bonfire, and then took out two water bags and distributed them to Deputy Head Zhao.

On Lin Fan's side, the bearded man who was called the second brother also poured half of the wine in his hand into the bonfire.

"To the fourth brother and the fifth brother, your family, my brothers and I will take care of it."

After saying a sentence in a low voice, the big man drank half a pot of wine in his hand.

Two of his sworn brothers were killed by the sand bandit leader in this attack, and the corpses had been collected by him and Lao Qi.

Lao Qi picked up the water bag and raised it to the bonfire, and then drank the wine down.

"Fourth brother and fifth brother, go all the way!"

In a word, it is full of pride.

Looking at this scene, Lin Fan frowned slightly.

"Uncle, it's your brothers who died, but why is no one sad and sad......."

Lin Fan was a little puzzled, could this be the performance that he should have after watching his brother die......

Lao Qi looked at Lin Fan and tilted his head and didn't answer, but the bearded man replied in a low voice.

"Sad, sad, of course......

But what's the use of that, from the day I became a mercenary.

No, from the day we stepped into the martial arts, we had already had such preparations.

Since he took the risk of being a mercenary, it was nothing more than earning gold coins for the happiness of his family, or earning resources for cultivation.

And their death today is just to protect the happiness of their families, or to make their cultivators more far-reaching.

The family has their own remaining brothers to take care of them, and they die in pursuit of martial arts to protect their families, which ...... There is nothing to be sad about when you die well.

We...... Be proud of them!"

After that, the bearded man's eyes were red, but he never let the tears flow out of his eyes......

Lao Qi's eyes were also red, and he hurriedly took out a water bag and distributed it to his second brother, and then he also took a water bag and poured a big mouthful to hide his sadness.

Coughing vigorously twice, Lao Qi said loudly.

"That's right, in order to protect their families, in order to pursue martial arts, this is their wish, they died well, and they have no regrets, this is also the destination of being a martial artist.

We...... Be proud of them......".

The two brothers picked up their water bags and touched each other, and the wine splashed on the dry yellow sand and disappeared in an instant......

Seeing today's scene and experiencing the words of these two brothers, Lin Fan was stirred again......

"Die to protect the happiness of your family, and die as you deserve......

Die in pursuit of martial arts and be proud of it......

Maybe these mercenaries are just a few very inconspicuous people among the thousands of warriors, and compared to this world, they are just a few grains of yellow sand in this Yellow Wind Desert......

But a few grains of yellow sand are also struggling, trying to change their fate, and a few grains of yellow sand also know that their families are objects that need to be guarded with their lives.

The martial arts are far-reaching, and they are desperately trying to take one more step forward......

The world is sinister, and they risk their lives just for the well-being of their families......

But what did I do......".