Lying on the sand, the man suddenly heard the slight sound of horse hooves.
"Damn it, why are you chasing so fast!" The man stood up tremblingly and woke up the two cavalrymen.
Bligh and John stood up abruptly. Their heads were dazed due to lack of rest. When they heard the man say that the enemy was coming this way, they were frightened and woke up.
The three men slapped the two horses awake and hurriedly climbed into the saddle.
The man asked Bligh to sit on his horse.
Bly looked at the man in astonishment. The two of them were riding the same horse, which would slow down the horse.
"I am the consul." The man said with firm eyes, "I take this position because of your support."
Bligh felt his lips and tongue trembling. He no longer hesitated and climbed onto the saddle of his horse.
The three of them rode two war horses and started running wildly in the desert. The two war horses rested for a while, and then, under the urging of the riding whip, they burst out at extremely fast speeds.
The wind was blowing in the desert, and they had no time to identify and choose a direction. They could only rush to places with many mounds as much as possible in order to delay the enemy's progress.
They ran far and wide until the man dismounted several times without hearing the sound of horse hooves. Then the three began to slow down, looking for a tall sand cliff and driving the horse stakes again.
"Archon... we should get rid of them completely, I have a feeling." Bly gasped, his voice trembling.
The man seemed to hear his soul trembling in the cold wind.
Bligh held his head and squatted down under the sand cliff. This defeat almost destroyed his spirit.
John was not much better and sat down on the ground tiredly.
The man was holding the horse, his dry eyes were bloodshot. When he just got off the horse, he almost fell off.
"John, you come to watch the night, I have to close my eyes for a while." The man said hoarsely.
John nodded.
The man lay down on the ground casually, completely tired, and he relaxed a little.
However, as soon as he closed his eyes, the man seemed to see Myron's flag running towards him from the dark night.
He suddenly panicked and stood up tremblingly.
Bray, who was squatting beside him, turned to look at the man, thinking that something had happened to the Archon, his eyes were filled with panic.
"It's okay, it's okay, Bly." The man said, seeing that Bly could no longer bear any more fear.
The man lay back on the sand again.
Myron!
The man thought of the name with disgust and pain.
Myron betrayed him. Myron, who had been together for many years, betrayed everyone.
The four people who initially followed him in the uprising were all his close friends. As soon as the man relaxed, he was almost overcome by the grief of betrayal.
The man stood up and tried to find something from his body. Whenever he was in pain and confused, he would find the candlestick.
However, he didn't touch anything, and then he suddenly remembered that the candlestick had been left in the castle.
In this vast desert, he could not hear the Lord’s guidance.
He was suddenly frightened and panicked to death.
All this stems from Myron's betrayal and his hurriedly leading the entire legion to rush for reinforcements.
The man fell asleep holding hatred.
After only four hours, he woke himself up.
At dawn, his face was covered with sand and dust. The man wiped off the sand and stood up. He found that the exhausted John had fallen asleep during the vigil.
The man was startled by this, his heart palpitated, and he woke John up.
John raised his head in confusion and saw the man's angry face.
"Damn you, I asked you to keep watch!" the man said angrily: "If the enemy comes after us, we will all die!"
John was frightened by such an angry man. He quickly stood up and apologized profusely.
The man looked around and found no trace of the horse's hooves chasing him, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.
"There will be no next time, John." The man turned and pointed at the young cavalryman and said, "Go and wake up Bligh."
John nodded repeatedly and ran to shake Bly awake.
Bligh stood up, his steps unsteady and he almost fell.
Under the cloud of defeat and losing his horse, Bly seemed to have lost his soul.
The man planned to set off and return to Ellambiin as soon as possible, but he soon discovered a crucial problem.
They only focused on fleeing and had already lost their way in the desert.
"Where should we go? Where should we go?!"
In fear, Bly fell out of the thing he had missed just now.
The young cavalryman whimpered softly.
"Don't panic, Bly!" the man comforted him, "Don't panic, let's walk back according to our memories."
John helped Bly up, almost pushing him onto the man's horse.
They all got on their horses and embarked on the long journey home.
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Walked for nearly a morning.
In the barren desert, there was no trace of plants along the way.
The man's lips were chapped and he never dared to take a sip of water.
He was afraid that after the first sip, he would not be able to stop.
Due to the rush and haste of the legion's mobilization, they did not have time to prepare too much water and food. The water and food on the horses were all prepared before.
The two war horses walked all morning before they could drink a little water and eat a slap of rations.
Both men and horses were terribly tired.
"Consul..." Bligh raised his cold and pale face and said dejectedly: "We... the entire legion... are dead."
Bligh was delirious.
"Calm down, Bligh, calm down, there must be someone else in the Vanguard Corps who has escaped." The man consoled him.
Bligh threw himself off his horse.
He cried: "I heard they were all dead!"
John stared sadly at Bligh and suggested in a trembling voice: "He's crazy, leave him here."
The man turned his head to look at the long desert, then turned to look at Bligh.
He clenched his fists.
Finally, the man ordered: "Take him, take him."
John looked at the man hesitantly.
"John... take him with you." The man spent a lot of effort, "If you leave one behind, you will leave behind the second one."
When John heard this, he quickly dismounted and pushed Bly onto his horse.
The three of them continued walking in the desert.
After walking for about ten kingdoms, last night's wind and sand had covered up all the horse's hoofprints in the future tense. The men didn't know if they were going in the wrong direction, so they could only keep walking.
At least he has gotten rid of the enemy.
Men can only take pleasure in hardship.
This mood won't last long.
After walking for about half an hour, they suddenly heard the roar of the wind tearing the earth apart.
Then, in an instant, yellow sand swept over from the north!
The sand and gravel rolled around in an instant, making a demonic sound, flying all over the sky, filling the air everywhere.
Sandstorm.
The man cursed violently.
This damn sandstorm came at the most untimely moment.
This seems to be a trick of fate, which is unexpected.
The strong wind swept over him, and the man's whole body was throbbing with pain. He yelled at the top of his lungs for John to follow him.
As soon as I finished speaking, sand stuck to my throat.
They must find a place to escape the sandstorm.
Oh God,
Bless them!
