Mo Lingfeng rolled all over the ground with the strong wind. His eyes were covered with sand and dust, and his mouth and nose were blocked by the wind. He was so suffocated that he could not see or hear where the Nomad was.
Stones fell one after another. She grabbed the bridle of the dead horse and shrank her body behind the horse as much as possible.
At this moment, another hand stretched out from the yellow sand and grabbed the stirrup.
Mo Lingfeng squinted his eyes, and in the strong wind, he could barely make out this dark hand. It was not wearing an arm guard, and the sleeves were filled with wind, exposing half of the arm, with veins floating on it, and his fingers were tightly clasped in the stirrups. He seemed to be standing up.
A golden prisoner!
Mo Lingfeng grabbed the bridle with one hand, pulled out the sharp knife, suddenly struck out, and instantly nailed the back of the hand.
When the sharp knife pierced the back of the man's hand, she also let go of the bridle and rolled with the wind.
The owner of the hand was caught off guard and wailed "Ah". In desperation, he let go of the stirrup and pulled out the sharp knife with his other hand. He immediately felt a jolt of pain.
Hot blood splashed in the wind, and the wound was immediately covered with yellow sand. He threw away the sharp knife, huddled on the ground, hid the injured right hand in his abdomen, and gritted his teeth and tore off a piece of his sleeve. Before wrapping his right hand, he opened his ear. There was a roaring sound, and it rolled on the spot. A big stone fell to the ground where it had just stopped.
He lay on the ground, almost deformed by the wind, and the arrow wound on his left leg was still aching. The arrow shaft had been broken by him, and the arrowhead was still inside. Now there was a new injury, and his face turned pale.
While he was panicking, he suddenly smelled a familiar aroma at the tip of his nose. Without thinking, he immediately raised his right leg and kicked it to his side.
Mo Lingfeng's exclamation was swallowed up by the wind, and he received a heavy blow on his waist. His back rubbed against the ground, sliding sideways and hitting a piece of wood.
The wood had been exposed to the sun for a month and was damaged by the wind. It was already covered with many cracks and branches. Fortunately, it was blocked by the armor and suffered no external injuries. It was just a severe shock to the internal organs.
She squinted her eyes, coughed, and let the wind blow her involuntarily, rolling forward twice more.
The person who kicked her leaned on the ground with a knife, limped one leg, and bowed forward. He used the smell in the wind to capture Mo Lingfeng, and drew his knife to chop her. However, the person lost support and immediately fell to the ground.
He decisively threw away the knife, squinted his eyes to identify Mo Lingfeng's direction, then grabbed Mo Lingfeng's feet with his left hand, dragged Mo Lingfeng to him, straddled her waist with difficulty, and pinched her with one hand. Xiang Mo Lingfeng's neck.
Mo Lingfeng immediately twisted into a living dragon, raised his hand and hit his right hand - his right hand was bruised and bloody, hanging down by his side. He was punched by Mo Lingfeng, and he immediately cried out in pain.
Taking this opportunity, Mo Lingfeng knocked him to the ground, pushed him to the ground, and punched him twice.
The two of them struggled together, which actually added weight, so they didn't have to be blown away by the wind. When the two of them faced each other, Mo Lingfeng could see his face clearly.
It's the Sheng Qiang who looks like Wu Jin!
Zell opened his mouth and looked at this enemy, madman, and devil in disbelief - could this be a test given to him by God?
Mo Lingfeng's fist was originally intended to hit him where it hurt. However, after seeing his face clearly, he held him still and whispered: "Mahula."
After the words fell, the wind gradually weakened, and the whistling sound on the Hengshan Mountain also weakened, but the raised sand and dust could not fall for a while.
Zell only saw Mo Leifeng open his mouth, as if he was saying something, and the rain of fists stopped. He immediately grabbed a sharp branch with his left hand and raised his hand to fight back.
However, before he could stab Mo Lingfeng, Mo Lingfeng had already grabbed a piece of gravel and slammed it on his head.
Zell's clenched left hand loosened weakly, and there were stars in front of his eyes. He vaguely saw Mo Lingfeng standing up unsteadily, lifting a big stone and throwing it at him.
He was unable to dodge. The curtain of life was pulled down at this moment, and death enveloped him. However, after this moment, he did not welcome death, but clearly felt a sharp pain.
There was a "click" and the calf bone of his right leg was broken into two pieces.
He screamed and sat up suddenly. At this moment, a short man rushed over and pushed him to the ground. With his back pressed against the ground, he heard Mo Lingfeng speak: "Keep alive."
A muffled groan came from his mouth, as if he was resigned to his fate.
While holding down Jinlu on the ground, Nomad Qing turned around and asked Mo Lingfeng: "Are you okay?"
Mo Lingfeng waved his hand and said, "It's okay."
As soon as the wind weakened, the battle ended quickly. Although Mo Lingfeng and his team were disgraced, they won a great victory and evacuated from Hengshan.
There was still a road through Hengshan when we arrived, but when we evacuated, many trees had fallen on the road in the mountain. The horses brought by the cavalry and the captured horses all stumbled, and people could only lead the horses.
The Nomad Qing was carrying a bloody prisoner on his back. He turned around and glanced at Mo Lingfeng. He saw that Mo Lingfeng was covered in dust, with streaks of sweat on his forehead. His expression was neither sad nor happy, and his phoenix eyes were half-closed, as if he was in a state of confusion. Feeling sleepy.
He glanced at the only prisoner, but couldn't see anything strange. He thought to himself: "Fortunately, this kid was injured by an arrow, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."
Mo Lingfeng was indeed sleepy. When he returned all the way to Gaoping Village, it was already Chenshi the next day.
Last night, when Mo Lingfeng and his party secretly attacked Jinlu, they saw fire in the Gaoping stronghold and quickly opened the city gate. Yin Nan, Xiao Dou, Chang Long, and Feng Fan each led a battalion and rushed out of the stronghold, killing everyone. After enjoying themselves, when the strong wind came, they decisively returned to the village and closed the city gate tightly.
Zhong Jiaqing patted Mo Lingfeng on the shoulder to express his appreciation, but in the end, countless yellow sand fell off.
Zhong Tao, a little boy, jumped out from the side and handed Mo Lingfeng a hot handkerchief: "General Mo, why is there still a living Qiang?"
Mo Lingfeng took the handkerchief, wiped his face, and ordered him to find a place to hold the prisoners of war and count the horses. After Zhong Tao took the order and left, she said to Zhong Jiaqing: "I saw the eagle."
She spread her arms: "It's so big, it can catch a sheep."
Zhong Jiaqing was only interested in the war. No matter whether the person catching the sheep was an eagle or a demon, it was not enough to make him feel troubled. He frowned and said in a perfunctory manner: "It's strange."
Mo Lingfeng blinked his eyes, feeling that he was playing the piano to a cow, swallowed the rest of his words, bowed his head and walked away.
She went all the way back to her room and asked Yin Nan to bring water for bathing. She sat in a chair, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of cold water, and drank a cup.
Putting down the teacup, she bent over and took off her boots, poured out the yellow sand on the ground, then curled up one leg, stepped on the chair, took off her socks, switched to another leg, took them off, stepped on the ground with her bare feet, and took them off With the heavy armor on his body, he took off his shoulder knife, took off his pocket, and let out a huge yawn.
The hot water came quickly. She took a shower and changed into a light gauze shirt. She wore home-made satin shoes on her bare feet, her wet hair was loose, and her sleeves were rolled up, exposing half of her arms with several large bruises on them.
Yin Nan brought in a large bowl of mutton soup noodles, which was steaming hot. She picked up a chopstick, blew on it, and put it into her mouth.
You don't feel hungry when you don't eat. Once you eat, hunger suddenly sweeps over you, and only eating is in your mind and eyes. (End of chapter)
