The caravan has been traveling through the desert for seven days. Although the spirit of the people in the caravan is still bright, some rumors have quietly spread among the team, making many people's hearts tremble.
No one else, just because in the past two days, strong winds suddenly surged in the desert, blowing the desert that stretched for countless miles until it was difficult to see the fingers. After Hui Wen Dou rescued the siege, everyone knew that Han Xi's archery skills were extremely exquisite. Not to mention that he could pass through a Yang string in a hundred steps without missing a hair, it would not be an exaggeration to call him a master of archery. However, with Han Xi's eyes, he could barely see the scene seventy or eighty steps around him. How could he spy due to the swirling wind and sand.
The rumor is that the caravan has already lost its way in the wind and sand, and is now on its way. It is probably just wandering in the ancient country and not heading south. The leader and Lao Sanjin Han Xi, the guides, did not tell them at this time. It was just to stabilize the caravan, but in fact it was helpless to get out of the wind and sand.
Maybe the person who said it didn't mean it, but after the rumor spread, everyone felt that the wind and sand in front of them were like a tiger's mouth in the abyss, terrifyingly tight. What frightened everyone the most was that although the rumor had spread to everyone, the master never showed up, let alone said a word to refute the rumor.
"Has the wind and sand abated?" In the carriage, the master, who was covered in sweat, spoke slowly, his voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had been through a ghost gate and was extremely weak.
"Not at all," Lao Sanjin looked extremely ugly and handed the water bag in his arms to the master. Seeing that the former was unable to take it, he sighed, lifted the dried water bag, and slowly poured it into the master's mouth. "You should know about the wind and sand here. If it blows, it will take at least two and a half months to subside. It has only been seven days now, how can it be weak?"
Lao Sanjin tore off the dry and wrinkled dead skin on his lower lip, licked his lips and said, "First I went to take a look at the remaining water in the caravan. It seems that it is not enough for three days. If this continues, the caravan will be full of water." These men will have to live and die trapped in the wind and sand."
"Who would have thought that the wind and sand would suddenly rise," the leader shook his head with difficulty, coughing out a trace of black blood, "Normally speaking, such wind and sand occur in winter and spring. No one has ever seen wind and sand rising in the ancient country during the summer. In fact, It's beyond my expectation. According to the estimated itinerary, we could reach the Big Spring Lake in two days and replenish the caravan's water bladders, but as a result, we can only wander back and forth in the wind and sand."
No matter how good the squad leader is, even if his eyes are as sharp as a falcon, he is almost helpless when encountering the wind and sand covering the sky. He can barely see the sky. How can he determine the direction at this moment? The direction is unclear, so he has to stand in the dust. Lost, resigned to fate.
"Don't mention Daquan Lake. Thinking of the sweet and refreshing taste of the lake water, my mouth becomes more and more dry. You, oh, you, you are so injured that you still disturb my mood." Lao Sanjin gently spat out the sand in his mouth. , and smoothly opened the clean cloth covering the master's body.
The cloth was stained with blood, and a chopped wooden thorn was embedded in the master's chest. The skin and flesh around the wound had turned black and purple, and the smell was unspeakable. Fortunately, the wind and sand were so strong, otherwise mosquitoes and grassflies would have gathered in the carriage.
"Hey, maybe I did something harmful to the world when I was young, which made the gods and Buddhas in the sky unhappy. Now that retribution has fallen on me, it is understandable. The worst is to die, which is nothing." The leader pretended to be relaxed, but when he spoke, A lot of black blood flowed from the wound, which caused a violent cough and blood overflowed from the throat. This wooden thorn was originally as long as a sword. Ever since the storm first started that night, it had flown out from nowhere. It was so powerful that it shot all the way through the carriage, piercing the owner's chest and injuring his lungs.
Lao Sanjin looked impatient and reached for a medicine bottle, along with half a bottle of leftover liquor. "Don't worry, if you die, 100% of the time you will die from your mouth. It's just this A little injury, what does it matter? I had my waist and abdomen stabbed several times when I was young, but now I am still able to show off my dignity on the bed?"
The head of the house just wanted to say something, but his mouth was already stuffed with a narrow piece of wood pressed against his clothes by Lao Sanjin, and he couldn't say a word.
"Bite a little bit, just like you have half a piece of ganzhi in your mouth." Before he finished speaking, the wine dripped down the half-exposed wooden thorn, washing away a lot of the black blood around the wound.
The master didn't say a word, but the narrow piece of wood he was biting in his mouth sank deeply.
"Be content, you are the first person in the world who can let me, Lao Sanjin, personally administer the medicine." Lao Sanjin took a sip of wine and looked at the vast expanse of violent wind and sand outside the car.
When I was young, among the neighbors in Qiling, I drank and fought with others all day long. We were both arrogant people. Some people often stabbed through the waist and eyes and cut their arms without knowing the right measures. The doctor's medical skills and prescriptions will make him a good man again after a few days of warmth and nourishment.
But now, where to find doctors with such superb medical skills? The wound medicine carried in the caravan is no longer enough to suppress the wound ulcer. Even if the strong wine is used to remove the rot, it is only a drop in the bucket.
He was a little helpless for the first time.
This was the first time Yun Zhong saw such a formation. He had never seen what wind and sand were. The wind was blowing in the small town, and at most it was just a little bit of dust, but there was no such grand scene as before.
In fact, the young man had more than just that on his mind. The rising wind and sand made it easier to take in the rare scenery, and secondly, he could finally relieve his fatigue from the past few days. At first, Yun Zhong really wanted to learn how Madman Tang practiced his strength, but he didn't expect that the latter would act like a madman and train Yun Zhong to death.
When he was chopping firewood and running up the mountain, Yunzhong had never suffered such a sin. Day after day, he could sleep soundly in the first half of the night, but then in the second half of the night, he was tortured by the soreness coming from his limbs. Fall asleep. During this period, Yun Zhong couldn't bear it anymore and thought about taking a day off to recuperate his body. Before he could say anything, he was choked in the throat by Tang Bufeng's contemptuous look.
If his arms weren't as sore as they are now, the young man would have wanted to slap himself on the cheek a few times to stop his talkative nature.
When the young man came back to his senses, he saw the wind and sand shrouded outside the carriage window. The huge wind and sand were like waterfalls and mountains, stretching for unknown miles with the wind. The long wind blew the business flags loudly, and the sound of gravel hitting the edge of the flags was as if there was a rush from the sky. The rain fell slantingly, but it left waves of majestic spirit.
There is no cloud or sun in the world, and there is no light or brightness in the world.
There was only the sound of pounding sand all around.
The sound is subtle.
It turns out that wind, rain, wind and sand are both suitable.
Something suddenly clicked in the young man's heart, so he tied a horse rope around his waist, turned over and got off the carriage, feeling the pain all over his body.
There is only one sword in my hand.
