Han Changmu galloped on his horse and took the lead into the yellow sand in the sky.
Yao Yao frowned slightly, feeling a little ominous, but he had to rush forward, so he had to look at Helian Wenyuan and followed closely.
Where the yellow sand dispersed, the sound of horse hooves sounded faintly like drums, causing the ground to shake slightly.
The tall beacons loomed in the yellow sand, the fifth beacon gate opened wide, and a group of garrison troops swarmed out of the fort.
Under the bloody setting sun, Han Changmu saw Xu Xiangli in the lead at a glance, his face full of anxiety and his eyes desperate.
His heart sank. Since it was not a siege by the Turks, why would Xu Xiang be in such a half-dead state? He hurried up to meet him and asked suspiciously: "Guard Xu, what's going on? What's going on?"
When Xu Xiangli saw Han Changmu, he felt as if he was seeing a relative. He held his hand tightly and was so excited that he almost burst into tears. Even his voice was trembling, revealing his heart full of despair: "Brother Han, don't mention it now, King Han." , the King of Han was carried away by a wolf."
"What." These words were like a basin of cold water being poured down on Han Changmu's heart. He almost fell off the horse. His hands unconsciously tightened the reins and shook slightly: "King Han, why are you here? How could it be snatched away by a wolf?"
Xu Xiangli wanted to cry even more. How did he know that this troublemaker would come to Fifth Beacon and clamor for hunting? How could he be so unlucky that he was picked up by a wolf as soon as he went out?
Why is this wolf so evil? There are so many guards around him, but he just picks up the King of Han.
Could it be that the skin and flesh raised by such pampered people are more fragrant than those of rough men?
He trembled his lips and said tremblingly: "The King of Han said that he wanted to hunt, so he let the wolf take him away."
Isn't it just hunting? If he had front and back eyes, he would have caught some living animals and put them in the fort so that the King of Han could hunt them all.
He Cai was riding on the horse. He was dizzy from the violent jolting of the horse. He rushed out from behind Xu Xiangli. When he saw Han Changmu, he burst into tears: "Master Han, Master Han, Your Highness, Your Highness is being killed." The wolf took it away."
Yao Yao rode over and happened to hear these words. Her legs gave out and she rolled down from the horse. She was covered with sand and soil. She looked at the sky speechlessly with a look of despair.
What the hell, the King of Han was snatched away by a wolf. This wolf has a strong taste and is not picky.
Han Changmu grabbed He Cai's collar and shouted sternly: "How long have you been walking? Which direction are you going? Why didn't you follow me?"
He Cai burst into tears and burst into tears: "I just left, heading west to Mohe Yanqi."
Han Changmu was puzzled. They had just come out of Mohe Yanqi, so why didn't they meet?
He had a sullen face. If the King of Han was really bitten to death by a wolf, the court would be afraid of turmoil. If the court was turbulent, the Turks who had been waiting for him for a long time would not be able to bear it anymore.
He calmly said: "Guard Xu, please send me a few garrison troops, and I will go after the King of Han."
Xu Xiangli was overjoyed and asked him to leave the fifth beacon alone and chase the King of Han who was carried away by a wolf. He really couldn't worry about the fifth beacon.
He nodded solemnly, called over the six garrison soldiers, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, Brother Han. Brother Han's wealth and life are all in the hands of Brother Han. If the King of Han is wrong, my life will be in danger." That’s enough.”
Han Changmu nodded: "Don't worry, Officer Xu." He turned to look at Yao Yao, raised his whip and said, "Let's go."
As soon as the words of rejection came to his lips, Yao Yao suddenly thought that the King of Hell had his pants taken off by the King of Han. It seemed that every time the Face of the King of Hell met the King of Han, he would make a fool of himself. With this thought, he might as well go with him.
Maybe you can find the King of Han, and you can also see the King of Hell in disgrace. It kills two birds with one stone.
Han Changmu told Helian Wenyuan a few more words, and then moved all the water, grain, grass, salt and other items on the cart to the horse. He grabbed He Cai's collar with his backhand and glared fiercely: "Lead the way, if If you can’t find the King of Han, I’ll skin you alive.”
He Cai jolted fearfully on the horse, swung his whip wildly, and galloped, almost being knocked off several times.
Yao Yao had never seen Han Changmu so glum. She sighed helplessly and shook her head. It seemed that he was really anxious.
She urged her horse to stick closely to He Cai, straightening his body from time to time.
He Cai smiled gratefully. He regretted it endlessly. Why did he let the King of Han go hunting? This was fine. If the King of Han had any shortcomings, skinning him alive would be an advantage to him.
The yellow sand in the sky was flying behind them, and the red sun chased the backs of the people and horses westward, and then slowly slid towards the horizon.
The direction that He Cai took indeed deviated from the route that Han Changmu took when he returned to the Fifth Feng. The Moheyan Moraine is extremely desolate. If there is a slight deviation, it may be difficult to see each other.
The road was strewn with white wolf dung, and occasionally a half-paw print. The strong wind blew through the floating sand, and the traces of the claw prints were covered in an instant.
Following the whitish wolf dung and vague paw prints, the group went deeper and deeper into the Moheyan Moraine, getting farther and farther away from the Fifth Beacon.
After chasing for half an hour, the looming paw prints suddenly became denser and clearer, and there were piles of wolf dung on the left, some cracked and white, and some still steaming.
The leading garrison turned over and dismounted, lying on the ground listening and watching. Suddenly he turned around and shouted: "Sir, there are wolves here."
Han Changmu narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his hands high: "This is the territory of wolves, so be careful."
Everyone looked stern, and although they felt frightened, they did not dare to slow down, so they had to chase after him cautiously.
After galloping for a while, there was a buzzing sound in the distance. Under the pale setting sun, groups of mosquitoes were whirling on the sandy slope not far away, gathering and scattering, scattering and gathering again.
A pile of messy remains was piled on the yellow sandy slope. The undulations of the bones were very spectacular. It was a strong camel lying here. Looking at this huge body, this camel was in its prime.
Mosquitoes buzzed around the camel, sometimes falling and sometimes flying up.
Everyone rushed forward to check, and saw many criss-crossed scratches and bite marks on the camel's body, and a large hole was made in the throat by sharp teeth. Blood condensed at the entrance of the hole, sticking the messy hair together.
The camel's belly had been hollowed out, and scattered internal organs were scattered on the sand. The hump was shriveled, leaving only a huge empty shell of debris. The dark red blood has solidified, and the flesh color also shows a dark purple-red color.
It seemed that the camel had been dead for some time.
Yao Yao followed Han Changmu and saw at a glance that there were white maggots twisting, squirming, and rolling together in the camel's internal organs. She vomited, and the putrid smell suddenly surged into her nostrils and throat. She was busy covering it. Cover the mouth and nose.
This smell is so harsh on my throat.
Han Changmu saw the paw prints and feces near the wreckage and said calmly: "It's the gray wolf unique to the sand moraine. It surrounded it and ate everything inside."
Hearing this, Yao Yao's mouth was filled with bitterness. He recalled a book he read in his previous life, which said that the gray wolf is extremely tolerant of drought and hunger, has quick reactions and is good at ambush, and is known as the king of the desert.
She swallowed hard and twitched the corners of her mouth: "Master, if the King of Han is taken away by this thing, can he still survive?"
Han Changmu also felt pessimistic, his face became increasingly gloomy and ugly, and he shook his head: "I don't know, let's keep looking."
The group of people chased for a while, and saw that the claw marks on the loose sand became more and more messy and dense, and the number of devoured carcasses gradually increased. Among the scattered carcasses of gerbils, the carcasses of a horse were particularly eye-catching.
The skin and flesh of this wreckage had been chewed up very clean, with only some scattered pieces of shriveled meat hanging on it.
Dark red blood seeped into the sand and dried into patches.
This place is not like Moheyanqi, but it is more real Moheyanqi, a place like purgatory on earth.
Dusk is flying across the sky, and the sky is gradually getting darker. The heat left by the direct sunlight during the day is forced back by the cold and slowly dissipates.
The undulating sandy slopes flew past the corner of the eye. The whistling wind blew past my ears, and from time to time there was the sound of rustling. If I looked slightly wrong, I could see ghostly black shadows quickly passing between the sandy slopes.
These black shadows moved so fast that people had no time to examine them carefully before disappearing, making people think they were hallucinating.
The horse's reaction was very sharp. Faced with such a situation, it became a little more restless, swaying its tail and hesitating slightly, and from time to time it would raise its head and neigh a few times.
Yao Yao glanced back, suppressed his anxiety, and quickly caught up with Han Changmu: "Sir, there are wolves following us."
Han Changmu also noticed that when he turned around, there were always four gray wolves chasing him not far or near.
He nodded solemnly and said: "Kill them off first."
"Yes." Yao Yao nodded and urged his horse to take a few steps forward.
He raised his voice and ordered the garrison: "You go first, A Yao and I will fight off the wolves."
The garrison troops galloped forward one after another. The speed was not very fast, and they only opened a short distance.
Yao Yao and Han Changmu looked at each other, loosened their reins, turned around on horseback, and drew their bows and arrows.
With two "whoosh" sounds, two crossbow arrows glowed with cold light and went straight into the wolves behind them.
Both of them were extremely skilled in archery. The crossbow arrow penetrated the gray wolf's eyebrows sharply. The two gray wolves fell to the sand without even making a sound.
The remaining two gray wolves howled a few times, then dispersed and hid behind the sandy slope not far away.
There were two more "whoosh" sounds, and two crossbow arrows chased the gray wolf. One hit the abdomen, and the other hit the neck. Blood gurgled out. The gray wolf fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.
The two clamped the horse's belly tightly, turned around and galloped away.
After chasing for only a moment, they saw the garrison stopped at the foot of a sandy slope. Several people on horseback looked back into the distance, while several others dismounted and gathered around the sandy slope.
Han Changmu's heart sank and he hurriedly urged his horse over. He was so flustered that his voice trembled a little: "What's wrong? I found something."
