The desert is ablaze with smoke.

Fuyang Station has long been reduced to ruins. The roof beams are hanging horizontally, the bricks and tiles are embedded in the sand, and the smell of burnt corpses is rolled into the nose along with the smell of decaying wood.

On the side of the ruins of the post station, there are more than a dozen large branches stuck upside down. Three branches intersect to form a clump. The branches point directly to the sky. On each clump of large branches, there is a stiff corpse stuck through the body. The five corpses are now bleeding.

It had long since dried up, his body was covered in blood and flesh, and his death was so miserable that it was unspeakable.

Lin Konghun realized that every time the Beihuan tribe conquered a place, if they encountered strong resistance, they would use this method to hold up the enemy's corpse like a flag to intimidate the remaining enemy troops.

More than ten years ago, Beihuan attacked the Loulan tribe and advanced rapidly. When they reached the capital of Loulan, Loulan used all the strength of the soldiers and civilians of the capital to resist the enemy. Therefore, Beihuan continued to attack for several months before conquering.

On the day Loulan City was destroyed, the Beihuan people followed this method. At that time, one hundred and thirty-seven members of the royal family of the Loulan tribe were stabbed through their spines and hung on the tower of the capital city of Loulan City, killing all thirteen thousand five hundred and ninety-nine members of the capital city.

Twelve people, their bodies stretched for dozens of miles, and their blood flowed into the hills. The Loulan tribe no longer had any intention of resisting, and they walked away into the Gobi desert without a trace, but they didn't expect that more than ten years later, such cruel methods would still exist in the world.

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Mo Zhi suppressed the shock and anger in his heart, rode forward, and turned around three times. Among the five corpses, there were three people from Guanyi, and the remaining two were the corpses of Zhu Tao and Ji Fengbo.

Along the way, Mo Zhi never told the truth to Hou Changming and the others. It was thanks to the guidance of the three of them that he got to this point. Although these three people valued fame and wealth, they were honest with each other and told them everything they knew.

All in all, now that I see these two people die, I can't help but sigh and feel guilty that I didn't make more friends with them while they were still alive. However, in this world, parting and death are extremely difficult to predict, but they are also

Common thing.

"My fellow sect mate was not found here." Mo Zhi said indifferently, as if he was thoughtful. It has become a fact that this place was raided by Beihuan, but Xu Huanchen and Hou Changming did not reveal their bodies here, which also made Mo Zhi

I still have the thought of luck in my heart. Maybe these two people are still alive in the world, which is unknown.

Although Lin Konghun has lived outside the customs for many years, his heart has always been towards the Central Plains. At this moment, seeing his compatriots being slaughtered, he felt very sad. He jumped forward, jumped up high, picked off all five corpses, and whispered: "

Let’s find a place to bury them.”

Before Mo Zhi spoke, he heard the sound of happy whistles in the distance again. He thought that the Beihuan cavalry had finished eating and was setting off again. Lin Konghun saw that the place where the yellow sand was rushing was leading to Darong.

The only way to pass.

Mo Zhi stared intently at the corpses of Zhu Tao and Ji Fengbo in front of him. They were both injured when he left. How could he have expected that they would be separated by life and death when they saw each other again. Although he had only a superficial friendship with the two,

But the separation between life and death still tugs at the heartstrings.

He took a deep breath and said: "Brother, we can't delay, we need to catch up with the Beihuan team immediately."

Lin Konghun looked at the corpses on the ground. How could he not know that the Beihuan cavalry was the instigator of all this? But his compatriots died at the hands of others, how could they be willing to leave it here and let the blazing sun corrode and wild beasts tear their bodies apart?

Mo Zhi saw through what he was thinking and said: "It is really unfortunate that they died in a foreign land, but for the present plan, we should not be limited to the deceased."

Lin Konghun turned around and stared. At this moment, the Beihuan people had already run for several miles. If they didn't catch up, there would be no hope. He immediately gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, let's go first to check whether the Beihuan people have captured other people.

Come back and bury them."

The two people got on their horses and galloped forward. Not to mention Lin Konghun's maroon horse, Mo Zhi's skinny horse was also free and easy at this moment, galloping wildly. The two horses came one after the other, like two red and yellow roads.

Lightning struck, and not long after, a pair of Beihuan cavalry were seen, each holding a scimitar and a big bow, galloping towards Darong Pass.

Mo Zhi's eyes were quick, and when he looked at the cavalry, he was overjoyed. It turned out that there were about twenty cavalry, and the two leading men, each with one person tied to their horse, were none other than Xu Huanchen and Hou Changming.

But at this moment, both of them had scars on their bodies and were already unconscious. Xu Huanchen had wounds on his shoulders and chest. The blood had stained his white robe red. His face was pale and his consciousness was unclear.

Lin Konghun pointed forward and said, "Are you familiar with those two people?"

Mo Zhi nodded and said: "The one in white robe is my fellow disciple, and the one in sackcloth is a disciple of the Chivalrous Alliance."

Lin Konghun said: "We will arrive near the border in a short time. At that time, there will be a mixture of Hu and Han, as well as the forces of the Chivalrous Alliance. It will be extremely difficult to rescue each other. We might as well take advantage of this moment to take action!"

With his profound skills, he thought that it would be easy to deal with these miscellaneous soldiers, but Mo Zhi thought secretly in his heart, and then said: "The plains here are vast, and these Tatars are good at riding and shooting. It is really dangerous for the army to attack rashly."

"If the Tatars dare to invade Guanzhong, burn, kill and loot, there must be troops to support them. If we fight them in this wilderness, just the two of us will be able to hit the stone with an egg. We will not rush to take action first, and we will wait and see."

Lin Konghun heard that what he said was reasonable, and nodded, so the two of them followed behind him on horseback, their eyes scanning around hurriedly.

Sure enough, when the cavalry team passed by an isolated ridge, there was yellow sand rolling up. A cavalry team of more than a hundred people rushed out. The two teams joined forces and the momentum was great. The singing in Hu language became even more vast and far-reaching, and it was extremely loud.

Heroically, we ran towards Darong Pass together.

Lin Konghun said: "Fortunately, I listened to my wise brother's plan. If I had taken action rashly just now, I would have been deeply surrounded by now."

Mo Zhi smiled and said nothing.

Darong Pass is an important border defense town in the northwest of the Wei Dynasty. It has stood for thousands of years and resisted countless foreign invasions. However, in the past hundred years, the chaos has stopped, and there have been endless turmoil in the world. This pass, which was originally able to block weapons from all directions, has also

Gradually, it became deserted, and now, only the frame of a grand pass is still standing in the smoke and dust. Foreign invasions can be said to come and go with ease. As for the condition of the people, it has long been unable to reach the ears of the powerful people in the royal capital.

It was already dusk when those hundreds of people rode to the pass. The border of the desert and the setting sun over the long river were all bloody and strange sights as far as the eye could see. Looking at them made me feel quite sentimental and nostalgic, desolate and desolate.

When we arrived here, we could see that there were more and more people from the Chivalry League. Mo Zhi leaned on his horse and looked from a distance. He saw a gathering of disciples in linen clothes not far away. The leader was wearing a purple gown, holding a folding fan, and his face was filled with anger.

, it was Mo Xidong. When Mo Zhi saw him, he kept yelling and scolding him. But when he saw the Beihuan cavalry coming, his face immediately showed a wary look, and then he had a trick in his mind.

"Brother, you have lived outside the customs for a long time, but do you understand the words of this white slave Tatar?"

Lin Konghun has never returned to the Central Plains since the battle between Zheng Mo and Zheng Mo. Over the years, he has made friends with Beihuan nobles. He cannot be said to be proficient in Beihuan people's words, but he understands them. He immediately said: "My dear brother, does he have a good plan?

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Mo Zhi smiled slyly and said: "The Tatars are powerful and there is nothing we can do, but we might as well ask the Chivalrous Alliance to do it for us."

After hearing this, Lin Konghun squinted his eyes and thought carefully, then smiled and said: "Good brother, it is really unfair of you to think of not going to the general's residence to be a military advisor. Are you talking about a strategy to drive away tigers and swallow wolves?"

Mo Zhi smiled and asked, "Brother, since you understand, please just use it yourself."

The two of them rode sideways and quietly arrived at the gathering place of the Chivalrous Alliance. Mo Xidong had left the city with Zhang Xinzong after the fire last night, but he did not want to run all night, but was blown away by a gust of sand and came here.

At that time, Zhang Xianzong's men had already left the seclusion, and now he was full of anger, blaming all his men for being such idiots. He was so angry that all his men bowed their heads in silence, and no one noticed that Mo Zhi and the two men had already been hiding.

At the end of the line.

Neither of these two groups had less than a hundred horses. When they met in front of the pass, their swords were at war. The atmosphere was extremely tense, like two bundles of dry firewood, with only a spark missing.

But at this moment, Lin Konghun was hiding among the crowd, and he opened his mouth and shouted: "Azimoxing, Kribatan, boomjierer!"

His inner strength is so profound. In this vast wilderness, the sound waves of a broken shout spread, shaking people's hearts and minds. The aftertaste of the echo was also like thunder. When the Beihuan cavalry heard this, they were startled at first, and then all of them showed their faces.

With ferocious looks on their faces, they drew their swords and arrows, as if they were about to charge forward with all their might.

Mo Xidong said angrily: "Who the hell is yelling and screaming and doesn't want to live..."

Before he could finish his words, he could only hear the rushing wind in his ears. He didn't dare to think too much, and hurriedly moved away. Thanks to his extremely fast movement, he saw a black arrow speeding past his chest.

Under the arrow, the wind howled and hissed, tearing open a long and narrow tear in the front of Mo Xidong's clothes, passing straight past his side, and completely piercing the head of the horse riding behind Mo Xidong.

The horse was tall and majestic, and its head weighed dozens of kilograms. Unexpectedly, the arrow opened a huge bloody hole without even neighing, and it turned over and died.

Mo Xidong was extremely angry and looked away. He saw the centurion, the leader of the Beihuan people, with a carved bow like a full moon in his hand. He actually fired three more arrows in a row. The power of these three arrows was not as powerful as the one just now

The two were consistent and extremely accurate. Immediately, three more horses were hit by arrows and fell to death. This time, no one in the Chivalry Alliance expected it. The horses suddenly fell over. The horse-clothed disciples' lower bodies were crushed by the horse's body, causing them to suffer broken bones and screams.

However, the Huan people burst into cheers, and the centurion who had set the arrow was even more proud, standing proudly on his horse.

"Thief! You're looking for death!"

Mo Xidong cursed, took out the iron fan from his waist, and slapped the fan handle. Several gray-black iron nails shot out from the interlayer of the fan. The force was no less than the force of the bow and arrow.

Poison was added to the nails. Immediately, five Beihuan cavalry were hit by the nails in their foreheads and fell dead. The poison of the iron nails was much stronger than the poisonous mist. Several people suffered external injuries. The poisonous gas immediately poured into their hearts and their eyes immediately rolled.

Die in vain.

When the Beihuan cavalry saw him, they all roared and rode up to meet him. Their steel swords were like a forest, and their roars were like a tide. They fought with the chivalrous alliance members.

The members of the Chivalrous Alliance were previously bounty rangers with great skills, but the Beihuan cavalry were also extremely brave. Some of them were struck by swords, and blood spurted out. They did not hesitate, but took advantage of the blood to fight even more

, the two clashed, and the Chivalrous Alliance was actually at a disadvantage.

Now the scene was in chaos, Lin Konghun said: "The Beihuan people who are immediately tying up people can't go to the battle again, they must hide at the end of the battle array."

The two rode their horses around the killing field, and sure enough they saw two people on horseback, with Xu Huanchen and Hou Changming tied up behind their backs. They only watched from a distance, shouting to help, but did not participate.

Lin Konghun laughed loudly, slapped the horse on the neck, flew forward, and thrust out a pair of giant palms, holding the power of wind and thunder under his palms. Before the palms could reach, the wind had already arrived, and the two Beihuan cavalry screamed in surprise,
Chapter completed!