"Shut up!" Black Bear glanced sideways while staring at the enemy in front of him, "If you spread this matter, I want you to look good!"

Jiang Baichuan stared at the Cana warriors who were gradually approaching, and said, "Then we have to go out first."

Black Bear frowned when he heard this. Both of them looked extremely nervous at this moment, because the Cana warriors had given up their spears and instead pulled out the daggers at their waists, then raised their shields to close the encirclement.

"Instructor Black." Jiang Baichuan suddenly said, "Help me!"

The black bear didn't understand the meaning of his words. He saw Jiang Baichuan suddenly charging forward. He leaped high on the yellow sand, clenched the sword with both hands and struck down on the head!

Click!

The shield blocked his attack, and the dagger struck like lightning like a poisonous snake spitting a message!

Jiang Baichuan turned sideways to avoid the attack, and at the same time grabbed the gap and stabbed out the sword, pierced the opponent's ground and quickly raised the knife, immediately cutting off the opponent's arm, then raised his leg and swept it, like a whip, the short sword in the hand of the severed arm was cut off.

Jian Fei kicked out and pierced someone's forehead!

The Cana soldiers were all shocked. Seeing Jiang Baichuan's bravery, they immediately stopped in their tracks, but a few of them stabbed Jiang Baichuan behind with their daggers in an attempt to sneak attack!

Dang!

The black bear rolled forward and picked up the shield on the ground, blocking Jiang Baichuan's attack. At the same time, he suddenly turned around and swept with his backhand. The sword flashed past and both heads fell to the ground.

"go ahead!"

Someone among the Cana soldiers shouted, and the soldiers immediately moved forward to shrink the encirclement again, and the space left for Jiang Baichuan and Black Bear became increasingly narrow.

The two leaned against each other back to back again, looking around nervously.

"attack!"

The Cana warriors stepped forward again in an orderly manner, thrusting out their daggers at the same time. Jiang Baichuan's sword flashed and he swung away several swords. However, his arm was still pierced by the attack from a tricky angle!

The black bear relied on his shield to block the attack, but when he saw Jiang Baichuan in trouble, he wanted to come back for help. However, the attacks that came at this moment were uninterrupted, and the shield was clanking. He blocked it left and right, and was unable to fight back for a moment.

It was even more difficult for Jiang Baichuan. He blocked the attacks one after another, but he could not defeat the group of swords alone. His arms, shoulders and thighs were injured in many places, but he continued to swing the sword as if he didn't care, guarding the black bear's back!

The two fought hard and persisted, with the Cana warriors pressing forward step by step. At this embarrassing moment, a thundering sound of iron hooves sounded, and the heavy armored cavalry of the Iron Blood Battalion suddenly arrived!

Liang Fenghou raised his sword and dropped it. The heavy armored cavalry was overwhelmed by the blood. No one could stop the fighting. The two sides collided with each other. The battlefield was overturned. Under the rapid impact, the outcome was determined immediately.

A total annihilation in one fell swoop, Liang Fenghou listened to the battle report, and the captain of the Iron Blood Battalion commanded the soldiers to pack up their luggage and food and prepare to leave. These days, they often select the Cana camp with a relatively small number of people for sneak attacks in order to fight guerrillas.

Black Bear panted heavily and sat on the sand. His whole body was wet with sweat, but his eyes were fixed on Jiang Baichuan, who was being taken care of by the army doctor.

He thought he couldn't do it at that time. When he saw the shining dagger, he really thought he would die.

He looked at Jiang Baichuan and stared at him without saying a word for a long time.

It was Jiang Baichuan who saved him.

Jiaohe watched Buzhigud walking out of the tent in despair, but the tribal leader in the tent did not even come out to meet him.

In the desert, whenever desert people come and go in each other's tents, the host will warmly serve delicious goat milk wine and hot and crispy roast lamb.

Beautiful desert girls will put on bright rainbow skirts, with hazy gauze covering their faces, revealing only their big, pure, watery eyes. They will sing and dance in front of the bonfire, offering sincere blessings to the guests, and

Give your heart to your favorite desert warrior.

Ke Jiaohe and Buzhigud were not treated as guests. The leader cursed him in desert dialect as a shameless slave and a warrior without honor, just because he was defeated by the Canaans in a great duel and was surrendered.

slave.

He should kill himself with a knife at the moment of defeat, or die in a duel. In this way, the great Taraten god

Will admit this brave soul into the palace of warriors.

"Is it so difficult for you to show off your panic once?" Jiaohe looked at Buzhigude, "You always talk about your experience of being imprisoned. How can these stubborn patriarchs respect you?"

"Do you want me to lie?" Burgeud pulled back the hood on his head, "I am not from your Zheng country. I have no shame. I always use one lie to complete another lie."

"We have passed through five tribes starting from the courtyard." Jiaohe glanced at the tent, and the harsh curses continued to echo, "No one accepts you, and no one believes that you can be the Buzhigude they once trusted.

"

"The consequences of lying will have to be repaid with life." Buzhigud pulled out the stopper and drank some saliva. "A lie is a seed planted in people's hearts. It will keep growing until

Squeeze people's hearts. If I lie in order to gather all the warriors in the desert, and the lie breaks before the great duel, have you thought about the consequences?" He pinched the water bag and told Jiaohe, "Unreserved trust is the key to the desert.

People’s customs, you know this better than me.”

Buzhigude's eyes stayed on Jiaohe's chest. The dark brown hood blocked Jiaohe's figure, but Buzhigude seemed to be able to see through him through the robe, and saw his tattoos and his skin color.

His bones, blood, and royal heritage deeply embedded in his soul.

"Where should we go next?" Jiaohe avoided the topic, "Are we going to continue visiting one after another like this? This is useless and futile."

Burgeud rubbed the horse's neck, making the horse snort comfortably.

While rubbing it, he looked at Jiaohe and smiled, saying, "Are you blaming me?"

When Jiaohe raised his head, his hood was blown back by the wind. His lips were dry and covered with some dead skin. He said, "We are almost out of water, and we don't have much food."

"Over that sand dune, there is a hunting ground deep in the desert." Buzgud patted the horse, then turned over, "There is a big tribe there, and there is a market. We can exchange things there for food and

water."

Jiaohe silently mounted his horse to follow, with Burgeud taking the lead. The two of them rode slowly towards the sand dunes, one behind the other.

The wind and sand were very strong, so Jiaohe covered his mouth and nose with a cloth handkerchief. Buzhigude slowed down while traveling, and the two rode horses side by side.

Buzhigud suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled up Jiaohe's hood to cover his head, then covered Buppa, which was close to his mouth and nose, and said: "You will feel hot when the sand is close to your skin, and the wind will make you feel sleepy. Wear it."

Come on, we still have a long way to go."

"Very long?" Jiaohe raised his voice slightly, "How long does it take to reach the destination?"

Buzgud walked up to him, twisted his neck and shouted: "It's very long, but it's very fast."

They walked for several hours, and as the sky grew darker, the increasingly wild wind and sand rolled down like sand rain, stopping for a while, then falling again. As they walked, they crossed a river and asked Burgeud: "How far is it?"

"

"It's almost there." Buzgud pointed to the blurry sand dunes in the distance, "It's almost there."

Jiaohe followed silently, and then walked for a few more hours. The wind and sand made Jiaohe feel tired, and his hand holding the reins was very tight. This was his habit. A veteran from the scout camp once told him that if he encountered something during a patrol in the desert,

If you are unable to escape from a big sandstorm, then tie your hands with the reins, so that after passing out, the trained war horse will take the unconscious scout back to the camp.

This is an ancient method that has been passed down ever since.

He felt like he was about to faint. Sweat was flowing greasyly through his skin. His clothes made him feel stuffy. When the sweat on his back was blown by the wind, it made him feel cold when it touched his skin.

He spurred his horse and continued walking, while unconsciously wrapping the reins around his wrists to prevent himself from fainting.

Jiaohe asked in a hoarse voice: "How long will it take?"

Burgeud stared ahead, which was the direction of the sand dunes, but the wind and sand were so strong that he could no longer see the front clearly.

"It's almost there." He looked straight ahead and said, "It's almost there."

Jiaohe lowered his head and followed, and suddenly discovered that at some point, there was a rope tied to the horse's muzzle, and its root was connected to Burgeud in front of him.

The night was gloomy, and the sky in the desert was always dark. The two of them rode horses slowly in the dark night.

Jiaohe was tired and hungry. After an unknown period of time, the wind and sand seemed to have stopped unknowingly. He took off the cloth from his mouth to breathe in the fresh air and looked up at the sky.

The clear and bright stars seemed to be very close at hand, and he seemed to be wrapped in the vast Milky Way, deeply feeling his own insignificance. The night air was as cold as cold water entering his heart, but sleepiness hit him the moment he relaxed.

Come.

He fell to the sand and passed out.

After a long time, the slight vibration and the coolness on his lips made Jiaohe wake up. He opened his eyes and immediately found that he was lying on his side in Buzhigude's arms.

Buzhigude was tall and strong. He was riding the horse with one hand and holding the water bag with the other hand and passing it to the lip of the river.

Burgeud lowered his eyes and glanced at him, then smiled heartily and said, "Are you awake?"

Jiaohe could feel his breath blowing on the side of his face. He turned his head away and asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

Buzhigude had the bag plug in his mouth. He pushed the bag back into the water bag and said, "We've been walking for half the night."

"Aren't we here yet?" Jiaohe was so weak that he could only press Buzhigude's chest and look up, "How far is that tribe?"

"Soon." Buzgud repeated this sentence, "It will be there soon."

Jiaohe raised his head and looked up at him like he was looking up at the stars, and said, "You lied to me."

"I never lie to people." Buzhigud shook his head. "My compatriots in the desert all know my story. They know that I walked from the three courtyards of the desert to the depths of the desert, naked, without water or food. You don't

Do you think it’s weird? Can ordinary people really go to the end of the desert without eating or drinking?”

Jiaohe frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

"I encountered a sandstorm on the way to the depths of the desert. My horse ran away and I had no food or water. Later I encountered quicksand and my feet slowly sank. I didn't dare to move, so I took off all my clothes.

Come down and tie it into a rope, lassoing a fairy like a horse

"Human cactus." Burgeud recalled the memories of the past, "I slowly pulled myself out of the quicksand, and the old cactus pierced my clothes. Later, I wrapped my hand in tattered clothes and tore the cactus in pieces.

Apply the juice all over your body. Then keep walking, keep walking."
Chapter completed!