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The horse bells sway in the wind, seemingly without warning. In fact, as long as you pause and listen carefully when passing by, you can feel a mysterious rhythm in the strong wind of early spring - among which there is also the sound of clanking arpeggios. and.
However, there was no one around, and even the green grass grew sparsely.
The cattle, sheep and horses had eaten all the grass during grazing last year, and now new shoots have not sprouted in some places. On the land that should have been green, unexpected patches of sand and gravel appeared, like a woman with bald patches. No matter how thick and smooth her hair is and how plump and voluptuous her body is, it is difficult not to notice the unsightly and unsightly imperfections on the top of her head.
Bai Feng, Murong Yan, Jing Jie and his party took a different path around the main road and walked on such a barren grassland, aiming to avoid the eyes and ears of the six town coalition forces as much as possible.
I don’t know if it’s because of God’s will, or if it’s a hidden murderous intention or an ambush from all sides. All in all, during the day they were on the road, they didn't meet a single person. Suddenly, a feeling of loneliness about the vastness of the world came to their hearts, which was sighing.
Taking this opportunity, as soon as Bai Feng reached a slightly flat road, she jumped off her horse and swapped places with Jing Jia. Bai Feng led the horse and guided Jing Jia through a short distance to learn to control the horse, while Murong Yan took back the reins slowly. Follow slowly.
At the beginning of this journey, the former street boy Thorns gradually realized his own insignificance and the vastness of the world. He used to be able to defeat enemies who were taller, stronger, and more agile than him and snatch food from the tiger's mouth. But now he was completely different from before. Even when he was riding on a beast, he staggered in shock. His only enemy was himself.
When you are running around on the first day, you always feel that it gets dark very early. This is a sign of the human heart's resistance to the unfamiliar world, because once the sun sets, all the previous uneasiness will multiply.
With only two horses and two saddlebags, the luggage they could carry was quite limited. A tent, two sets of quilts, a tethering post, and a bonfire formed by picking up weeds and digging a hole in the soil were all they needed to support them in spending the night in the wild.
As dusk approached, someone set up a triangular tent somewhere between Yuyi Town and Huaihuang Town. The women were the first to get in, lay out the bedding, light a fire and make soup. After a while, smoke rose from the tent, and even the most ordinary smell of meat could arouse the passion in the hearts of the men working outside.
"Come on, Ah Jing. Take the mallet and hit it a few more times, harder!" Bai Feng put down the mallet with his right hand, and then fixed the horse stake with both hands. He just waited for Jing Jing to take the mallet and hammer it on the stake a few times to secure it. In the dirt.
"Brother, you have caught it! Hey..."
After a while, Murong Yan walked out of the tent and shouted with concern: "Hey! You guys, come in early, it's windy outside!"
"Yan'er, wait a minute...A Jing, we have to be very careful. If the horse runs away, everyone will die on the road." Bai Feng continued to hold the horse hitching post and signaled Jing Jing to go through a few more steps. Make sure nothing goes wrong.
By the time the horses were placed, the surroundings were already dark, with only a glimmer of light from the smoke. The three of them sat around and ate the bland broth. Jingjia suddenly asked Bai Feng, "Senior Brother Bai, why did you take Senior Sister Murong to do such a dangerous thing?"
"Ha..." Murong Yan looked at Bai Feng full of love and replied, "Because your senior brother promised me that he will take me with him wherever he goes in the future."
Jingji said: "Ah? Although a man has said what he said, it is hard to catch up, but in such a dangerous situation, why bother to take the initiative to get into it?"
"Ajing, you will understand later." Bai Feng replied: "Although Yan'er doesn't know martial arts, but... she can always stand up and guide me in the face of life and death."
"Um..." Jingjia slightly realized the depth of it, nodded and stopped asking.
Afterwards, the two brothers made an appointment, with Bai Feng guarding the first half of the night and Thorns guarding the second half of the night to guard against any unexpected events. Both parties agreed happily, but Bai Feng secretly broke the contract. When the time came, he deliberately did not wake up the thorns and sat alone in the camp until dawn.
Jingjia didn't know that he was extremely exhausted physically and mentally. He continued to sleep until he was awakened by Murong Yan, and then he suddenly realized that he had not gotten up to keep vigil! Immediately, he apologized to his two senior brothers and sisters with great shame.
"A Jing, I didn't let you get up on purpose." Bai Feng knew that Jing Jing was a man of his word and he would never shirk the responsibilities he should bear, so he could only design to make him feel that it was not his fault. He continued: "I asked Yan'er to put Miss Ajuan's 'miao medicine' in your meal. It is a magic medicine that can make people sleep more peacefully!"
"This..." Jingjie was really surprised, and then quickly turned red in the face and asked Murong Yan, "Senior sister, is this serious?"
"Yes, senior sister was afraid that you would not sleep well in the wild for the first time, so she took more pain..." Murong Yan and Bai Feng looked at each other with smiles on their brows.
Bai Feng continued: "Ajing, just rest peacefully. When I need you, I won't be polite!"
After a few words, Jingjie quickly regained his composure, prepared together with the heroic couple, and continued towards Huaihuang Town.
After only half a day's journey, a strong smell of blood suddenly filled the surrounding air.
Bai Feng soon realized that something was wrong, but did not hear any sound of fighting reaching his ears. He first ordered the two people behind him to stop, and followed the smell of blood alone to explore the way. After walking three miles and climbing over a high slope, he saw an abandoned herders' village not far away.
"Come on! Yan'er, Ah Jing, come and take a look!"
Bai Feng's voice was urgent and emotional, as if he had seen something indescribable.
After a while, the three of them arrived in front of the village together.
But I saw a crooked spear stuck upside down on the ground, with a flag made of human skin hanging from the top. The end had been dyed a terrifying red by blood.
"This...isn't this the case!" The thorns said to no avail and made a gesture of vomiting.
They all dismounted and walked, all they could see was the wreckage around them.
Pieces of tents were burned to the ground, leaving only a few wooden stakes standing there; inside the tents were mostly unrecognizable charred corpses, and some still identifiable corpses and severed limbs of women and children, scattered messily along the roadside.
"Is there anyone alive?" Bai Feng yelled desperately.
"This must have been done by the coalition forces, it must be them!" Murong Yan immediately agreed. Unexpectedly, before she could finish her words, she fell to the ground uncontrollably and cried uncontrollably.
When she was young, there seemed to be a voice in her heart telling the Xianbei witch: "Someone is alive, someone is alive!" She stood up suddenly and talked to the thorns beside her: "Ajing, did you hear the cry just now?"
"I, I, I..." Jiajie seemed to have a dull expression, but in fact he had been shocked by the tragic situation in front of him, and it was difficult to turn around: "Just now, you were the only one crying, senior sister."
"Brother Feng? Brother Feng!" Murong Yan walked to Bai Feng and said, "I heard it, I heard the baby's cry!"
"Baby's cry?" After hearing this, everyone present looked around several times. Unfortunately, the news they received only made people more desperate.
No, nothing is left.
