Han Changmu and Yao Yao hurriedly looked over and saw Gu Chen holding the Si Nan, and the broken part was glowing with silver light.
Neither of them knew much about Si Nan and didn't understand what Gu Chen was screaming about.
Gu Chen's eyes darkened, and he said attentively: "I just heard an old man from the Ordnance Supervisor mention that this kind of silvery Sinan is different from ordinary Sinan, and points in the opposite direction to ordinary Sinan.
As soon as these words came out, both of them were shocked, and Han Changmu and Yao Yao looked at each other.
On the ordinary road, something went wrong with Si Nan's car, which was not that dangerous. However, according to the note brought back by Fei Nu, the baggage train finally entered Mohe Yanqi.
If there is no guide, it will only be a matter of time if something goes wrong with Sinan's car again and the baggage team gets lost in the Mohe Yan Moraine.
Han Changmu fell silent.
Being able to manipulate Sinan's car, being able to bring out the weapons inspector's crossbow, and being able to use stone fat water to make fire attacks, there was an undercurrent surging in the Central Army.
The atmosphere was somewhat solemn.
But no matter how serious you are, you still have to eat. If you don't eat, you won't have the energy to investigate.
Yao Yao greeted with a smile: "Master, Gu Shenxian, Lao Meng, Lao Wang, Lao Chen, Brother Helian, come and have some soup."
With that said, she filled a bowl of soup and handed it to Han Changmu first.
Everyone also gathered around with smiles, rolled up their sleeves, and served themselves soup and sesame cakes.
The sesame cake is baked hot, crispy and very delicious.
Han Changmu took a sip of the soup, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Water shield, how can there be water shield here at this time of year?"
Yao Yaoxiao's eyebrows were curved, and his eyes were shining with pride: "I dried it when I came here. How do you think it tastes good?"
Several people were very supportive, nodding and praising.
Sabao and his party couldn't sit still after smelling the fragrance. The guard surnamed Li came over with a smile, bowed to Han Changmu, and smiled very respectfully: "Sir, do you have more of this soup? , Mr. Sabao also wants to ask for a bowl to try something new."
Han Changmu smiled and motioned to Yao Yao to give a bowl to Li Weiwei.
It’s just a bowl of soup, there’s no need to be difficult.
After resting in this mountain col all day, seeing that it was getting late, we arranged the time for the night watch, and then we each found a suitable place to sleep.
Han Changmu watched everyone settle down and looked around, seeing Yao Yao wrapped up tightly and sleeping in darkness against the mountain wall.
The night wind blew gently, blowing up the coat on her face, revealing a gray face, so dirty that her eyebrows could not be seen, and her thinned cheeks made her look even more haggard.
But the lips are no longer as dry and chapped as they were just now, instead they are red and somewhat moist.
Looking at it, he sighed, then raised his lips and smiled.
It was not easy to live in the open and live in the open during this journey, but she only thought about cooking water shield soup, and she actually had the thought to apply it.
He just watched her take out a small round bowl, pick some translucent light pink paste and apply it on her lips.
The more he looked at her, the more he wanted to laugh. He didn't look like a lady when walking, sitting or lying down, but when he put on makeup and makeup, he was quite particular about it.
Meng Suijia came over holding a felt blanket and asked in a low voice: "Sir, please rest first, we have to go on a journey tomorrow."
Han Changmu nodded and pointed next to Yao Yao: "Just spread it out."
Meng Suige was stunned for a moment and quickly finished cooking without asking any more questions.
There was no talking all night, and when I woke up again, it was already broad daylight.
Yao Yao cooked soup again, baked sesame cakes, and waited for everyone to finish their food. Then he packed his bags and headed into the mountains again.
This mountain road is extremely difficult to walk. It becomes more and more bumpy as we go. The wind keeps blowing and whips around crazily in the mountains.
After walking hard for most of the day, we finally saw a long and hidden mountain pass, in which the sun shone with sparkling white light.
The exit was right in front of us, but the wind became stronger. Cracks blew across the mountain wall and swept across the ground. Several low shrubs were lifted up by their roots and blew with the wind. Go to the bottom of the cliff.
Helian Wenyuan raised his whip and pointed at the mountain pass in the distance, laughing loudly: "We are finally out."
Everyone felt relieved.
After walking in this barren mountain for so long and being blown through by the cold wind, I had already held back my strength and went out to take a breath.
After walking for half a day against the strong wind, the road became wider and wider as we walked, and we had already walked out of the steep and towering Changle Mountain. In front of us was a gentle hillside with withered yellow weeds swaying in the wind, making it look very desolate.
Han Changmu turned around and saw that Sabao and his party were still following them. He looked worried and stopped.
When Sabao and his party arrived, he cupped his hands towards Sabao and said politely and distantly: "Mr. Kang, we have already left Changle Mountain, and we are going our separate ways."
Sabao was stunned for a moment, then he raised his hands with a smile and asked: "Master, it will be dark soon. I wonder where you plan to stay."
Han Changmu smiled: "There is no such thing as lodging for a wandering horseman. He is just sleeping in the wilderness."
Sabao was even more stunned. He could see clearly that the group of people in front of him was by no means an ordinary caravan. If he was forced to sleep in the wilderness, he could still believe it. If there was an inn but he couldn't stay, he would I wouldn't believe it even to death.
He smiled and said: "Sir, after passing these hills, you will reach Changle County. You can stay here."
Han Changmu refused: "No need, I'm used to being a lower class person." He paused slightly and refused the person thousands of miles away: "Master Kang does what he wants."
Sabao didn't say anything more. After giving instructions, the guide found a shortcut and rushed towards the nearest Changle County.
The group of people walked in a hurry, blowing up countless withered grass and yellow sand like a gust of wind.
Yao Yao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this group of people really going away. He urged his horse to walk to Han Changmu's side and said with a smile: "It's easier to invite the gods than to send them away, but now we're gone."
Han Changmu smiled narrowly: "Oh, we have nothing to fear from Yao Canjun, will we still be afraid of them?"
Yao Yao didn't care about the sarcasm in his tone, and kept his expression as usual: "I often walk by the river, and my shoes don't get wet. What's more, there are two people of unknown origin."
These words were so serious that they didn't seem to come from the mouth of Yao Yao, who had always been unserious. Han Changmu looked at her in surprise, wondering what had touched her heart and how she could speak in such a tone.
Seeing that Han Changmu was frightened, Yao Yao suddenly turned his horse's head and laughed loudly: "Sir, if you don't leave, you will sleep in the wilderness by yourself."
Han Changmu finally came to his senses and urged his horse to catch up.
Gu Chen and Yao Yao walked side by side, shaking their heads and curling their lips and smiling: "A Yao, I didn't notice that you are still talking to a piece of wood."
Yao Yao smiled and taunted Gu Chen: "I have more fun talking to you, a goblin."
Gu Chen snorted and turned to talk to Wang Xian.
If it were a spring day, this green hillside would be quite interesting, but now, the grass has turned yellow, exposing patches of loess, unobstructed on all sides, and the setting sun on the vast sky is like blood, but it is scorching hot. Baking the ground.
Helian Wenyuan urged his horse to gallop for a few steps, looked into the distance, turned around and retreated to Han Changmu, and said calmly: "Master, it's getting late now, let's go ahead and find a place with leeward to rest for the night."
Han Changmu nodded: "Okay."
Helian Wenyuan led everyone to gallop along and found a slope with barely any green grass. Wang Xian and Chen Gui went to place the pack horses, while the others cleared the wasteland below the slope to make a place to sleep.
After cooking together, the setting sun was swallowed up by twilight, and a chilly evening breeze blew up.
Everyone was lying or sitting at the foot of the slope, feeling relaxed and resting leisurely.
The horses on the hillside gnawed the old weeds leisurely, making rustling sounds.
At this moment, several people who were almost drowsy at the bottom of the slope straightened up as if they were stabbed by something, lay down at the bottom of the hillside, and looked up the slope.
The messy and rapid sound of horse hooves was like thunder, causing even the hillside to shake.
The silhouettes of a group of people flew past the hillside without turning their heads to look at Han Changmu and his group.
The silhouette was so fast that it brought up a streak of yellow sand, which turned into misty black dots in an instant, and turned around and ran down the hillside.
That's the direction to Changle County.
When the group of people walked away and the sound of horse hooves disappeared, everyone came back to their senses and looked at each other in shock.
Han Changmu suddenly said: "Ah Yao, did you hear something?"
Yao Yao spoke without hesitation: "The sound of the horse's hooves is clear and loud, just like the sound of the horse's hooves when the Baima garrison was attacked. It belongs to the Turks."
Han Changmu nodded. His face could not be seen clearly in the darkness, but approval could be heard in his words: "Yes, they are Turks. Turks' horses have mostly iron hooves, while our horses' hooves mostly have wooden paws."
Gu Chen's eyes were cold, and his words contained murderous intent unknowingly: "Sir, the direction they just went to is Changle County. Wherever the Turks go, they burn, kill, and loot without leaving any survivors. Master, we want to Don’t check it out.”
Han Changmu stood up and led the horse, nodded and said: "Let's go and have a look."
The group got on their horses and followed the Turks in the direction they were going.
This group of people was really very fast. Han Changmu and others were already chasing them closely, but they never saw any sign of the Turks.
I don’t know how long we have been running, but the night is getting darker, the hillside has become gentle, and there are scattered fields and houses in the distance.
It seems it's not far away.
But I haven't seen any trace of the Turks yet. Could it be that my judgment was wrong? The Turks were not targeting Changle County.
Han Changmu frowned, and the bloody aura rushed towards him unexpectedly. He suddenly realized that something was not good, raised his whip, urged his horse, and galloped away.
The smell of burning could be smelled in the streets and alleys. Looking far into the distance, a large number of houses were on fire. The flames shot into the sky and lit up half of the sky.
Han Changmu got off his horse, lit a torch, and watched as he walked.
The smell of blood became stronger and thicker, and the sticky paste clung to the face, making people nauseous.
Yao Yao and Gu Chen led the horses and followed behind. The torches were bright, illuminating the shocking streets.
There were stumps and broken arms scattered all over the ground, some people were leaning in the ditch beside the road, and some people were hanging dangling from the treetops.
A faint whine and moan penetrated into the ears.
