Scribes, nobles and celebrities have always liked snow.

When the snow falls, they warm the pavilion and sit on the stove, with wine in their hands and fragrant tea on the table, drowsy, called "poetic".

Naturally, the poor do not understand what poetry is.

Snow, for them, means cold, hunger, and even sickness and death.

In a word, when it snows in the sky, the poor people on the earth will only live more and more poorly.

In the desert, which has always been known for its barrenness, this change is even more pronounced.

Cowering in the ground, their shabby clothes could not resist the biting cold, and their faces were blue and shivering.

There are even more people who are in need, and in such weather, they are still on an empty stomach.

The weather was cold, and there was no way to earn food. The heavy snow covered the wasteland again, and after climbing for a long time, I couldn't dig a single Suoyang grass root that could satisfy hunger.

As soon as I was hungry, I couldn't stand the cold more and more.

Squatting in the ground, his thin body trembled like a withered grass in the cold wind.

And the sound of horses' hooves sounded again.

Domineering and murderous.

The rumbling of horses' hooves was mixed with the howls of wolves, and although it was daytime, the desert sky seemed to suddenly darken.

Great fear overwhelmed the boundless desert, and the people who heard the sound seemed to have forgotten the cold and shivering, and all of them froze in place, unable to move.

The scars of the last massacre have not yet healed, and God has fallen a rare heavy snow on this barren desert. The blade and the snow, the north wind and the wolves roar together, could it be that the heavens, and the people on this desert are not living hard enough?

The sound of horses' hooves is getting closer.

They seemed to have seen the scimitar wielding a cloud of white light on the horse's back......

Alas, the old man who was cowering in the ground spoke first, sighed, and suddenly felt extremely calm: since life is so difficult, it is better to let those strong men cut off their heads with a knife, one is happy, one is a hundred.

Yes, isn't death a relief?

With such a difficult livelihood, what are they nostalgic for?

............

A fire caused heavy losses to the backer gang.

This loss is far better than a fight.

Luckily, it rained and extinguished the fire.

God is to help the backers.

Heavy rain turns into heavy snow, as long as it doesn't cause a snow disaster, what does it count? Cold? They have sheepskin, cowhide, wolf skin, leopard skin, bear skin, mink skin, fox skin......

What's more, in the eyes of the mountain gang, this snow is not big, compared with the "white-haired wind" that terrifies the grassland people, it is still 108,000 miles away.

The season has not yet entered winter, and the autumn snow, although fierce, can melt in a few days, just to moisten and moisten the grassland.

It can be regarded as soothing the injured grassland.

The wounds of the grassland can be healed by snow water. But the wounds in the hearts of the backers can only be comforted with blood.

After suffering a sneak attack, not digging out the enemy to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, is not the style of the backer gang.

As the No. 1 gang in the rivers and lakes, they don't seem to have much patience.

As soon as there is a suspicious object, immediately attack.

Even if you hit the wrong place, you will pay compensation, and that will be considered later.

If there is revenge, it will be avenged, and it will be avenged immediately.

Many times, they can't even wait for dawn, feel the light of the torch in the dark, and by the time the sun rises, it will already be done.

At that time, riding on horseback, wiping the blood stains on the scimitar, looking at the slowly rising red sun, they felt that the great cause of the backer gang was also rising like the sun, in the sky of Saibei......

This time was no exception.

The remnants of the quicksand gang dared to go to the grassland to set fire, so hurtful and heartbroken, they must make them pay twice the price of blood.

Last time, I just killed a few guys who didn't let go of the utensils engraved with the tiger's head logo, and a few descendants who tried to resist, looking at a group of poor insects who were trembling and trembling on the ground, thinking that the quicksand gang had been completely eliminated, but I didn't expect that there were still fish that slipped through the net.

Well, let's just do it thoroughly this time! Kill all the adult men in the desert!

In a poor place like the desert, it is not easy to struggle to survive, and no one will shout for a crown ceremony or something.

How exactly is the "adulthood" of this adult man judged?

It's very simple, if you are taller than the wheel, kill them all. There is a group of women and children left, no matter how he tosses, he can't make much trouble......

Although the desert is vast, there are not many places where there are really people.

A bitter and barren place can't afford to support too many people.

It's just a few villages near the edge, where there is a little water source.

When the quicksand gang was rampant, their nest was a little deeper, in a depression with spring water, but when you look closely, it is actually only on the edge of the desert.

How many years have the backers been based in the grasslands dozens of miles away, of course, they know the situation here well.

A group of people, led by a master of incense, howled and brandished scimitars and rushed into the village.

Exterminating the remnants of the Quicksand Gang is not a great deal in the eyes of the Backer Gang. In their minds, this action is more like venting, piggybacking, and eliminating hidden dangers that may exist in the future.

Such a trivial matter, of course, it is enough to help the high-level leaders in the interior to come forward and send a incense master.

The incense master who led the team this time, surnamed Liu Mingjiang, was born in the desert. Later, I couldn't bear that kind of hardship, I picked up a bundle of tattered clothes, walked out of the desert without looking back, and finally established myself in the rich grassland after nine deaths and a lifetime.

Although he has been away from his homeland for many years, Liu Jiang is naturally more familiar with the desert than other gangs, and it is obviously reasonable for him to lead the team to carry out the mission.

Their horses' hooves have stepped into the desert.

The backers are wealthy, even if they are ordinary gangs, and the mounts under their crotches are all high-quality horses, all of them are tall and handsome, running like flying, and after a while, they have seen a village in the distance.

Liu Jiang jerked his mount a few times, took the lead, and rushed over.

When the gang behind him saw it, they suddenly got angry, broke their throats and howled, and also ran up with Liu Jiang.

The desert is big and the villages are small.

Under the snow, the village looks even smaller.

The horse team of the backer gang, a single kill, seems to be enough to step on those low earthen houses.

This is another battle that is not equal at all.

In fact, it was a massacre without suspense.

A flag embroidered with a horse's head flutters in the wind.

The north wind hunts, and the flag crackles.

The sound of horses' hooves shook the world.

The horse team of the backers is approaching.

The small village was silent, as if unaware of the impending catastrophe.

A group of fools! Liu Jiang ran in front of the horse team, looked at the village without movement, and secretly cursed in his heart.

What is the use of keeping it for such a fool?" Liu Jiang pondered, grabbed his mount, brandished his horse's head scimitar, and gestured to the gang behind him.

The huddled horse team dispersed with a "hula", and in a short time, the palm-sized village was tightly surrounded and impassable.

With such a big movement, the small village was still dead silent, and there was no sound.

I couldn't see a single person.

Not even a chicken or a dog was seen.

Looking up at the sky, the sky was even more narrow than the desert, not a single cloud, not a single bird.

Liu Jiang secretly sighed, this abnormal performance seemed to dilute the last trace of guilt in his heart......

He grew up in the desert.

But what's the matter? What kind of kindness did the barren desert have to him in the first place?

Everything now is what he exchanged for his life with a knife and a gun.

At that time, where was the desert? Where were the desert people?

Isn't the position of this incense lord sitting for nothing? believe it or not, look at the scars on his body......

Thinking of this, Liu Jiang suddenly felt a burst of excitement, "Kill!" he shouted violently, urging the war horse under his crotch to take the lead in killing.

"Kill!" Suddenly, the shouts of killing were loud, and the red-eyed gangsters couldn't wait one by one, and they also urged the war horses. The lonely desert in the wind and snow seemed to be burned into a big pot of boiling hot soup in an instant, and the horses neighed and roared, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

"Smack!" Liu Jiang split a wooden door with a knife, rushed his horse, and stood in the courtyard.

The courtyard is also quiet.

Liu Jiang was puzzled, thought about getting off the horse, widened his eyes, and searched carefully, but he didn't even find the hair.

As soon as he went out, a little minion Pegasus came to report, saying that the brothers had been searching for a long time, but no one had been found.

Subsequently, another little minion came to report, not to mention people, there were not half decent items.

It's purely an "empty city".

The northwest wind roared again.

Liu Jiang was puzzled, he grew up on this land since he was a child, and he knew that even if a few people went out, there was absolutely no reason for the entire village to disappear.

But the village in front of me became empty silently.

Not only an "empty city", but a "ghost town".

It's a ghost village.

A group of gangsters rode on horses, looking at Liu Jiang with puzzled expressions.

What else can I do? I can't just turn a corner and go back.

We continue looking for the next village and go!

Liu Jiang waved his hand, and a group of people rushed to the next target.

As a result, the back of the neck is even more sweaty.

Cold sweat.

I searched several villages in a row, but they were all empty.

He has been walking the rivers and lakes for decades, and he has never heard of the story of people in several villages disappearing in an instant......

Riding on a horse and looking at the dead and silent village in front of him, Liu Jiang began to feel frightened in his heart.

The northwest wind burrowed into the cramped alleyway, rampage, and made a sharp sound.

The villages in front of me have all turned into unsettling ghost villages.

What should I do?

The scimitar was unsheathed, and no human blood was stained, which is a unique strange thing in the history of the backer gang.

What's more, not long after he Liu Jiang became the owner of incense, he ran back so gloomy, how to gain a foothold in the backer gang in the future?

Where should this old bearded face go?

Someone must have leaked the news in advance, and these villagers heard the news and hid.

"Find! Find it for Lao Tzu! Dig three feet into the ground and find out!" Liu Jiang pondered for a long time, and suddenly shouted loudly, he didn't believe it, with the ability of the backer gang, he couldn't clean up a few remnants of the quicksand gang, and even their brigade had already been wiped out.

Wiped out by two Wranglers.

What's more, it is freezing cold, and these people must not be able to run far, they must be hiding nearby, and they must be found out! Kill, find out, and kill them all! Kill not a single one, kill them all.

Liu Jiang gritted his teeth, gave orders fiercely, and spun around aimlessly outside the village.

A group of people searched for a long time, but they still found nothing.

Even their mounts seemed to have lost confidence, and one by one they drooped their heads and wailed.

"Well hidden, well hidden! Burn it for Lao Tzu! Burn it all! Burn it all! Burn it all!" Looking at the gangsters whose morale had already collapsed, Liu Jiang was completely angry. Run, you run monk can't run the temple, burn, Lao Tzu first burned your village, all the houses burned, all burned down! You run away, it's useless, heavy snow, burn the house, hide it from Lao Tzu, hmph! Freeze to death you......

Hearing the command, a few minions put the knife back in its sheath, pulled out the fire fold, and prepared to light it.

Suddenly, a voice that looked like a flute and didn't look like a flute came.

Liu Jiang was shocked, looked around, and there was nothing.

The strange voice continued to sound, mournful, tactful, and mixed with an indescribable feeling, and the listener felt chills in his bones.

My eyes widened, and I looked at it carefully for a long time, but there was still nothing.

Liu Jiang's face turned pale unconsciously.

The voice suddenly became extremely high-pitched.

Suddenly, a white shadow appeared on the snow in front of me.

Rubbing your eyes, not an illusion.

Less than ten feet away, there was really a man standing.

At least, the figure is human.

Covered in white, with his head hanging down, his face can't be seen clearly, standing in the snow, like a ghost.

The sound still lingers in my ears.

But the man in white didn't have any musical instruments in his hands. He stood there with his head bowed, his hands drooping, and he didn't move.

At such a close distance, I couldn't see his face clearly.

How do you hang out in broad daylight......

How did they appear out of thin air......

What is it?

Suddenly, the strange voice suddenly lowered, becoming vague and discontinuous.

"Ahh

Liu Jiang was riding on a horse, smiling, and his mouth, nose, and eyes, bright red blood water, and a stream dripped down like a stream.

Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong with him, and reached out to wipe it on his face, and when he looked at it, it was all blood.

"......" he opened his mouth and was about to shout, when suddenly, he fell from his horse.

Immediately afterwards, several people standing in the front row, including Liu Jiang, planted one after another, and the people behind couldn't help but be scattered when they saw it.

All of them died in the same way, all smiling and bleeding.

When I looked up, I looked at the man in white, but he had already disappeared without a trace.

If it weren't for the few corpses lying on the ground, they thought it might have been a dream.

Daydreaming.

Nightmare......

They hold their own backers as the backstage, and they have always declared in a high-profile manner that they are not afraid of heaven and earth, and that they will kill Buddhas and ghosts when they encounter Buddhas.

thought that with a scimitar to speed a horse, plus a tattoo on the horse's head on his arm, he could run rampant all over the world.

I don't want to meet an unpredictable guy today, and I peed my pants early one by one.

looked at the leader Liu Jiang, but Liu Jiang fell to the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, and he had already died of anger.

The terrifying voice sounded again.

"Wow!" shouted to the unknown, and the group of people turned their horses and ran away without looking back, as if they had suddenly found a glimmer of light in the boundless darkness.

The horses galloped, and a cloud of white smoke rose from the ground.

The mighty horse-headed banner lay quietly on the snow......