"Send scouts and immediately go to Chensha Camp to pass the commander's commander, and the entire army advances to the hinterland of the atrium." Liang Fenghou looked around, "After passing the order, immediately inform the camps near the camps of various units along the way, and the entire army set out to the atrium of the desert. Furthermore, after the sandstorm passed, the Flying Eagle Express was immediately released to send a message, and all scouts of Manhong Pass searched for all the desert. Whenever they found the traces of the Cana people, they would immediately report to Lord Weishi!"

Heizi immediately looked up and said anxiously, "Sir, think twice, just one inference, let the battalions start to set up their troops. What should Zuo Ting do? If you lose the line of guarding and defense, all counties near the border will be robbed, which will be the lives of hundreds of thousands of people."

"As summer approaches, the weather in the desert is hot, and few foreign invaders go south to rob. Their food is sufficient, so there is no need to worry." Liu Taijing took out a medicine bottle from his arms and tinkered. "But just in case, the captain can send a scout to pretend to be a merchant to spread the news of the Cana attack on the atrium in Zuoting. The riots caused should be enough for Zuoting to worry for a while. After all, the two royal courts must know the truth that the lips and teeth are cold."

"Good, as you say." Liang Fenghou nodded, "Except those who send the message, the rest of the people will follow me."

Kuroko asked in surprise: "Where are you going?"

"We are now living between the Shensha Camp and the Shanxing Camp, and the location is closest to the Youting." Liang Fenghou showed a bit of madness in his confidence. "If they can hide in the sandstorm, I will be able to find them in the sandstorm."

The eagle fluttered with its wings, causing sand to rise up and dust in the sand, and also made Liang Fenghou's unblinking Danfeng's eyes even more bright and energetic.

"If the desert has reached such a state." Liu Taijing fed the pills into the scout. "The lower official should return to Chongdu immediately, and report to the Grand Marshal, and explain the war clearly."

"You go with the scout in Huiguan." Liang Fenghou turned his eyes in the crackling sparks and stared at the seriously ill scout, "What's your name?"

The seriously ill scout was holding his body and was about to speak.

"His name is Jiang Baichuan." Liu Taijing looked at him with a strong smile, "The son of Jiang Zimo, the Mu Mu in Yanzhou."

Jiang Baichuan calmed down his breath and calmed his mind and looked at him.

"It's urgent. Jiang Baichuan is seriously ill and we have no time to take care of him, so he will go back to you." Liang Fenghou's eyes stayed on Jiang Baichuan for a moment, then turned around and lifted the curtain, "The rest, go."

"Here!"

The scouts all followed him out of the tent, and then stepped forward towards the sandstorm in the dark in the wild wind.

Jiang Baichuan was entrusted to the horse's back. He held the horse's neck and breathed heavily. He turned his head to look at Liu Taijing and asked, "How can Liu Zuocheng know his identity?"

"When the Yanzhou Guard was tried, Liu was in Yanzhou." The wind and sand were too strong, and Liu Taijing had to follow the scout to lead his horse to walk. "Liu is lucky that he had seen the young master in the fireworks alley in Yanzhou."

Jiang Baichuan frowned and repeated, "Fireworks Alley."

Liu Taijing covered his mouth and nose with steps, but only showed his smiling eyes. He said curiously: "Yes, did Mr. Jiang forget? The one who drank with the young master that day was the left supervisor of the court, Chen Pinggang."

Jiang Baichuan's eyes froze when he heard this. After a while, he coughed lightly, smiled and said, "Oh, I remembered it, it's true."

Liu Taijing pulled the war horse and said, "Liu felt very strange when he heard what Mr. Jiang said tonight."

Jiang Baichuan was trembling with the wind and sand. He wanted to vomit and asked casually: "What is Liu Zuocheng wondering?"

Liu Taijing approached him, and the body of the war horse blocked the invading wind and sand, which also made his voice clearer: "It is said that Mr. Jiang is unruly by nature and is obsessed with the wine and sex. Now, according to Liu, this statement is often flawed and untrue."

Jiang Baichuan suddenly stepped down and approached and asked, "So, according to Liu Zuocheng, who should he look like?"

"Smart man." Liu Taijing's eyes were very close, "Insight into the subtleties and predict the opportunity. I still have a wonder. Why are you willing to meet Chen Pinggang? If you don't see him, you will not be suspected of conspiring with Yanzhou or murder."

"Liu Zuocheng looks smart, too." Jiang Baichuan took a breath, "You can guess."

"I guess." Liu Taijing's armor was hit by the drifting sand rain.

It sounded, "You are not trying to build Yanzhou, you are trying to save Yanzhou."

Jiang Baichuan seemed to find it interesting, but he pretended not to understand and raised his voice: "Oh? How can I see it?"

"Everyone says that Jiang Baichuan is a slutty son, and Chen Pinggang is irritable and straightforward by nature. He comes to you, one is to be interested in the appetite, and the other is to wait for Jiang Zimo to be sentenced to hope you will take over Yanzhou." Liu Tai said with a look at the words and expressions, "Yanzhou is the ancestral land of the Jiang family. Only Jiang family can convince the public, and you are the only candidate."

Jiang Baichuan nodded and said, "No, but I am not a Yanzhou master now, I am just a little scout."

"This is exactly what you are smart." The wind and sand are getting smaller, and Liu Taijing took off the cloth scarf, "Be a person that cannot be seen by the world, do things that cannot be seen by the people. Smart people do not let people see intelligence, and Liu admires the young master very much."

Jiang Baichuan coughed a few times and said, "Why don't you say your guess boldly? It's not a gentleman to shrink back."

"If I reveal your secret, you will reveal mine." Liu Taijing looked at the scout who was leading the horse in front of him intentionally or unintentionally, "Everyone must have some of their own secrets. You and I know it well, and they can live longer."

The wind and sand stopped, and the sandstorm was still sweeping across the sand far behind them.

"You are a smart person." Jiang Baichuan looked at the sandstorm behind him, "Then I guess what the Cana people want?"

Liu Taijing did not hide it and said generously: "I don't know. Does Mr. Jiang know?"

Jiang Baichuan shook his head and said, "I don't know."

The wind and sand blew by, and the two looked at each other for a moment, and turned their heads to look at the dark desert behind them.

It's dawn.

The morning light in the desert was dim. As a breeze blew across the yellow sand for thousands of miles, many hands stretched out from the pits of the sand, and the Cana soldiers stood up from the yellow sand.

They shook off the sand on their helmets and armor, and looked around at their comrades looking for their comrades.

Captain Cana of this army found the sand pit where Burigod and Jiaohe were located. The yellow sand was flowing with the wind. Seeing that there was no movement below, he squatted down and pulled open the pile of sand.

There were two people lying in the pit. Burigude's skin was bronze, so at first glance it seemed to blend into one with yellow sand. He lay on his side in the pit, his arms widened and surrounded Jiaohe. The two were close together, with their faces close, and they were intimate.

"Get up." Captain Cana kicked Burigod, "It's dawn, slave, get up and lead the way!"

The Cana warriors gathered around.

Burigod opened his sleepy eyes and seemed to have woken up from his dream. Then he yawned first, then turned his head to look at Jiaohe on his side, and at the same time, his rough palm also stroked Jiaohe's forehead.

Burigod felt the temperature of his palm and then raised his head and said, "I need water."

"Lead the way." The warrior of Cana said in a nasty Zheng Mandarin, "Get up and lead the way, maybe I will reward you with precious water."

Burigod was still staring at Jiaohe, and he frowned and said, "He needs water, give me water."

"Ass the order!" Captain Cana angrily pulled out his short sword and pressed it against Burigod's neck, "I order you to get up and lead the way!"

"You kill me, and the sandstorm of yesterday will come again. When you kill me, you won't be as lucky as last night." Burigod turned his head indifferently, "Give me water, I will obey your orders."

The soldiers of Cana did not understand Zheng Guo dialect, but they sensitively sensed the dispute, and then all looked at Captain Cana with a dirt face.

Captain Cana was extremely angry and cursed in Cana's words, and at the same time he pulled off the water bag from his waist and threw it on Burigod.

Burigod disagreed. He held Jiaohe's head and carefully handed the water bag to his lips, saying, "Drink quickly, you need to drink water, or you will die in the desert."

Jiaohe was confused, but he still wriggled and opened his mouth slightly. The sweet water wet his lips, which were covered with dry skin, and the coolness made his breathing gradually stabilize. But he drank too hastily and then coughed, and then tried to open his eyes.

The illness made the whole body weak and sore, and the shoulders trembled unconsciously when the wind blew.

His morbidity was seen by Burigod

In his eyes, there was a little worry hidden in his frown eyes.

"I gave you what you want, get up now!" Captain Cana kicked Burigod hard, "Lead the way!"

Burigoud climbed out of the sand pit with Jiaohe. Jiaohe had no strength, so he put Jiaohe's arm on his shoulder and supported him forward.

But Jiaohe staggered and fell into the sand.

This morbidity made Captain Cana's face cold and lost patience. He drew out his short sword and walked towards Jiaohe. The morning light reflected the cold sword edge, and the light floated on the Jiaohe. He did not move, and his faint breathing sound was even louder than the sound of the wind. His half-open and half-closed eyes were illuminated by the cold front, and dense bloodshot appeared.

The sword front approached, Jiaohe's staring eyes were reflected by the cold light, his swelling and hot head was cold and hot. The breeze blew across the face, and the raised sand rubbed his face, but in his eyes there was a prairie fire.

"Father..." Jiaohe murmured silently, "They are here..."

The Cana warriors who were watching were surrounded by clusters, and their shocked faces turned into dark masks in Jiaohe's eyes.

Burigod noticed something strange, and he stood in the way both of them and spread his arms.

Burigod stared at Captain Cana, stood up in awe and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Captain Cana pointed at Jiaohe with a short sword and said coldly: "I don't need a sick slave, he will slow us down."

slave.

The wailing sound echoed in my ears, and the long-standing sound was like the bloody massacre of childhood. Jiaohe's eyes were covered with fear, looking at the sword coming from his fingers.

"The people of the desert stood on the land of their ancestors, and the sacred Taraten protected us and picked up your knife." The sound in the memory was thick and full of inspiration, "Picking up your knife, my son. Give up the scimitar means giving up life. Slaves have no scimitars, nor cattle and sheep. So their lives are dominated by others. Are you willing to surrender to such a despicable fate?"
Chapter completed!