When he traveled west, he took Zhaowu Qushu Branch and more than 20 guards of Qiemo Yingyang Mansion, he rushed along the Qiemo River.

The horns were melodious, the camel bells were ringing, and the common people and the Tianma guards guarded the caravan and quickly walked into the vast desert.

On the oasis, Jiangdu Hou sat outside the tent with a saddle as a stool, and the big horse was sitting on a golden knife. The Blizzard Tiger stood behind it, with a fierce expression, not allowing anyone to approach Galan.

After all, Buyi was worried and deliberately kept Gao Tai and Qiao Er, who had outstanding martial arts skills. Asina He Bao was also worried. He knew that even if Galan had relapsed, the consequences would be unpredictable, so he kept Ling Hui, whom he trusted the most. Ling Hui was a Han'er and the son of a Han slave. His identity was easily recognized by the Sui people. Shi Penglai was even more worried. He kept his confidant Shi Yu. Although it might not be useful at a critical moment, it was better than nothing and so as to be at peace.

Gao Tai, Qiao Er, Ling Hui, Shi Yu guessed that something happened to Jia Lan, either injured or sick. She wanted to visit her, but no one dared to provoke Blizzard, and she didn't want to face Jiang Duhou's arrogant face, so she simply sat on the ground and played the role of holding a spear. Holding a spear is also called Changxing. It has been popular from the Eastern Land of the Western Regions for hundreds of years. People like to play playing, but it doesn't matter if they don't understand the language, just like to play games. When they play with a spear, strangers are no longer unfamiliar, and they even become friends soon. In a sense, holding a spear has promoted the exchange of Eastern and Western cultures.

After taking medicine under the service of Pianpian, Jialan's complexion improved significantly after lying quietly for more than an hour, and her strength recovered most of her strength. She probably could ride a camel on the road, and then turned over and sat up.

Sitting near the curtain, he looked at the beautiful poplar forest by the river, his eyes were dull and his expression was dazed.

Her fate changed again and again. When she was a child, she only knew how to follow adults and had no feelings about this change of fate. Now she has grown up and is sensible. This rapid change of fate that she cannot control has a great impact on her psychology. She does not know the future and is very afraid, just like duckweed on the torrent, which can lead to a disaster at any time. Life is purgatory in her heart. In addition to fear of the unknown, it is pain for reality, and the only thing she can do is to obey the mercy of fate, and there is also unnecessary struggle. Struggling in fear and pain is her life.

Galan slowly stood up, looking at the numb and confused expression of Geng Geng, and said lightly, "We are all grass, mustard, ants, and we are all struggling in the world, but the purpose of struggle is to survive. Sometimes, struggle is a kind of faith, just like monks practicing in the world, their faith is to save all living beings, and the poplar trees have their faith to be loyal, and they have been born and not died for a thousand years, die for a thousand years, and immortal for a thousand years, and are always loyal to this land that raises them. So, what is our faith?"

Pianpian suddenly woke up and stood up uneasy, at a loss, and for a moment she was even a little suffocated. Although she respected Galan and even fantasized about being with this god-like brave man, when fate really gave her such a dreamy opportunity, she was scared again.

Galan's hoarse voice and plain tone reveal a strong sense of vicissitudes and loneliness, just like the desert of late autumn, beautiful, majestic, but infinitely desolate. He felt a graceful feeling of autumn wind passing through his dark heart, and the flying fall sounded, playing the inspiring music of late autumn in the golden world.

Shi Yu rose up and beat the Jie drum, adding a grand and heroic spirit to the sadness of autumn with its low and thick yang rhythm.

Jiang Duhou was depressed when he heard this, and couldn't help but shout at Jia Lan, "The autumn is clear and cool, why not sing a song?"

The sound of the flute suddenly became loud and rushed straight into the sky, and then the thick and hoarse voice of Galan sang in the forest.

"The high autumn white dew ball, the general comes out of Chang'an."

Jiangdu Hou laughed and sang in a singing voice, "The dust and sand are blocking darkness, the wind and moon are cold in the head. Turn the trousers and follow the horse's feet, and the frost falls to the sword."

Gao Tai and Qiao Er looked at each other and smiled. This was a song that was sung in the Middle Earth. They also sang loudly when they were drunk. The two couldn't bear it and sang together, "The clouds were fascinated by Dai County, the flowing water was dry. The beacon was far away, and the bridge was steep and the wheels were difficult. There were so many evil people in the army, and all the talents were recruited."

The flute roars and drums roars. When Jiangdu Hou Xing arrived, he drew his sword in his hand and sang, "When he was lying on the drum when he was lying on the dike, he suspected that the soldiers had broken the saddle. Liucheng captured Maodun, and Changban accepted Huhan."

The intense sounds of the Northwest people, the generosity of the Hebei people, and the powerful drum sounds of the Li Te people intertwined, echoing in the golden poplar forest.

Galan looked up at the sky and expressed her heart.

"I have been surrendered and built again, and Yan Ran has reprinted it. I also sneered Fu Jiezi, thank you for your hard work to stab Loulan!"

Birds fly in the air, wind blows in the forest, fallen leaves dance in the heroic spirit, and singing sounds over and over in the golden autumn colors, echoing for a long time.

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A cluster of low shrubs on the east bank of Qiemoshui suddenly swayed, and then stood up a man in white clothes with a bow and arrow and a horizontal knife in his hand. The man was thin, with tall cheekbones, deep eye sockets, and bloodstained all over his body. His bright eyes stared at the poplar forest on the other side, and listened attentively to the faint singing.

"I also sneered at Fu Jiezi... Thank you for your hard work... to stab Loulan!"

"This is a poem by an old man from a certain family. The other side may be my Middle Earth."

The long-bearded man frowned deeply and murmured, his expression was both nervous and hesitant, and it seemed difficult to make a decision. After a moment, he suddenly gritted his teeth and turned around and ran towards the poplar forest a hundred steps away.

As soon as I ran into the poplar forest, I heard a panic cry from deep in the forest, "Jiang Jiu, is Ah Chai Lu chasing me?"

"Don't be impatient." Jiang Jiu shouted as he ran wildly, "Mr. Dalang, singing came from the other side..."

Before he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in white clothes and gray hair walked out from behind a big tree, looking haggard and anxious. Then he walked out a young woman in her thirties, elegant and refined, with a gloomy eyebrows and a sharp sword in her hand. Behind her, a girl in white clothes followed her with picturesque eyebrows, elegant temperament, and calm expression. She held a small black clay pot tightly with both hands, treating her as a treasure.

The three of them had just appeared, and a group of old, weak, women and children walked out from behind the big trees nearby. There were old women over fifty years old, drooping children, and white-haired servants. They were all dressed in disheveled, exhausted, with horror, and their eyes were full of despair.

"Jiulang, speak slowly!" The gray-haired middle-aged man shook his hand and signaled that the panting Jiang Jiu should not panic.

"Mr. Dalang, singing came from the other side... There are people on the other side... We may be saved!" Jiang Jiu gasped violently, and said anxiously in a hurry.

The gray-haired middle-aged man pondered and said nothing. So what if there were people on the other side? If Hu Jia still had a glimmer of hope, if it was a sand thief in Tulunchuan or a ride in Tuyuhun, wouldn't he fall into the trap?

"Did you see them? Are they the Lites in White? Is it Hu Jia?" asked the young woman in White.

"Qianniang, I didn't see them. They were in the poplar forest, and I only heard the singing."

"If it was Hu Jia, maybe you could give it a try." The young woman in white turned her eyes and looked at the gray-haired middle-aged man.

"Qi Niang, Qiemo just fell, and Achai Lu cut off the Silk Road for a short time. Even if Hu Jia, who came from the direction of Yutian, had to detour through Tulunchuan and headed north to Loulan along Qiemo River, it would not be possible to get here in such a short time." The gray-haired middle-aged man said respectfully, "Qi Niang, I suspect that they are sand thieves in Tulunchuan or Tuyuhun's cavalry, and must not take risks."

"Dalang, Achai Lu are chasing us and we will be able to find us soon." The young woman in white pointed to the old, weak, and children behind her. "Now we have no food, no camels and horses, and we can't escape the Qiang City even along the Hebei. Anyway, they are all dead, so it's better to take a single gamble, and maybe we can survive in a desperate situation."

"Qianniang, never." The gray-haired middle-aged man refused.

"Qianniang, Dalangjun, they may be my Middle Earth people." Jiang Jiu saw the mistress and the young master fighting, and hurriedly interrupted, "I also sneered Fu Jiezi, thank you for your hard work. They sang Lao Lang's poems. Perhaps this is the will of heaven, and it is the old man in heaven who is saving us."

The gray-haired middle-aged man looked at Jiang Jiu in surprise, "You heard it wrong? Thank you for your hard work, you really did not hear it wrong?"

The young woman in white also looked at Jiang Jiu in disbelief, feeling incredible.

"No, I heard it very clearly."

"Alang, are you in the sky? Are you saving us?" The young woman in white looked red and tears came down. Suddenly, she screamed and ran wildly, like an arrow from the string, flying towards the riverside.

Jiang Jiu and a few young and strong people followed closely behind and ran away.

The gray-haired middle-aged man ran two steps, and then saw a group of old and young people following behind and stopped quickly, "Don't go over." Then he pointed to the girl in white, "Seventh sister, you and Er Niang will hide in the woods first, don't go out." The girl in white agreed obediently, turned around to greet her brothers, sisters, nephews.

Before several people could run to the river, the loud singing of the other side had already been clearly heard. It was obvious that the singing person was on the edge of the woods on the other side.

"When I was lying on the drum when I was lying on the dike, I suspected that the soldiers had broken the saddle. Liucheng captured Maodun and Changban accepted Huhan. Now that I was surrendered, I have built it again. Yan Ran has also sneered Fu Jiezi, thank you for your hard work to stab Loulan!"

The young woman in white was crying. The gray-haired middle-aged man looked up at the sky, screaming in pain, "Dad..."

The song gradually turned north, and the opportunity was fleeting. Jiang Jiu did not dare to hesitate and shouted anxiously, "Qi Niang, Da Lang, make a decision!"

"Ming Di, whine Di immediately!"

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Jiangdu Hou suddenly looked up and the singing stopped abruptly.

Jialan put down the flute, Shi Yu stopped beating the drum, and everyone looked at the sky.

Three whistles of whistle and screamed in the air.

The team stopped. Jiang Duhou and Jialan looked at each other and nodded in a tacit way. Jialan's eyes turned to Ling Hui. Ling Hui understood it, turned his horse's head, and rushed straight to the river.

There was a group of men in white on the other side, waving their weapons and shouting loudly. It was vaguely recognized that they were the accent of the Eastern Land. In the Western Regions, men in white were usually given prisoners. Ling Hui's parents were granted prisoners on the border and were plundered as slaves by the Turks. Ling Hui raised his horn without hesitation and blew "woo" sounded.

Jiangduhou and others instigated camels and horses, rushed out of the poplar forest, and flew to the riverside.

The Great Sui Battle Flag was flying on the hunchback, roaring.

The young woman in white fell to the ground and covered her face and cried bitterly.

The gray-haired middle-aged man choked and aphasia excitedly.

Jiang Jiu and a few young and strong men shouted wildly. After a few screams, a young man in white turned around and ran towards the poplar forest like a flying one.

Soon, a group of old, weak, women and children hiding in the forest supported each other and staggered towards the river.

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Jiangdu Hou looked grim and looked at the prisoners on the other side, silently silent.

Galan closed her eyes and listened to the message in the wind.

Shi Yu and Ling Hui were secretly surprised. Neither of them expected that the fugitive prisoners on the other side would be a group of old, weak, women and children, and there were a large number of people, at least thirty or forty people, which made them hesitate. It took time to cross the river, and Achaelu was coming from behind with fierce momentum, and time was very urgent. Taking a step back, even if you took the person over, you would not only walk slowly, but also have serious shortage of food. If you walk along the river, you will definitely not escape the pursuit of Achaelu. If you walk in the desert, it will be even more unpredictable. You can only pray that Achaelu will not follow him and chase him, otherwise you will definitely die.

Gao Tai and Qiao Er were extremely anxious. They were both prisoners and fell into the world. Of course, they had no choice but to do so at this moment, but when they saw the expressions of Jia Lan and others, they immediately realized that things were far more complicated than they imagined.

Gao Tai woke up first. The prisoner Ming Di asked for help from the other side. Obviously, there were pursuers behind him. Otherwise, they could have rushed to Qiang City, the capital of Shanshan along the east bank of Qiemo River. Why do you have to cross the river in one go? Since there were pursuers, Ming Di shot just guided the direction of the pursuers. His strength was too weak, and even the Hu Ji was counted as seven people, which was vulnerable. If he couldn't save people, he would have taken him in. Who would do this?

Gao Tai was also silent. He had just seen a glimmer of hope of returning to Hebei, so of course he didn't want to die here.

Qiao Er also saw that the situation was not good, but he ignored it and shouted at Jialan and Jiang Duhou, "General, they are from the Great Sui Dynasty, a group of old, weak, women and children, and children, save them quickly."

When Jiang Jiu saw that the Sui soldiers on the other side looked indifferently, he had no intention of rescue. He was anxious and immediately shot three more whistlebrating.

Jiang Duhou couldn't help but curse, "Silly! I'll seek death! Zhimo, it's enough to be killed if I die, and I'll have to implicate a group of people. This is outrageous! The pickled bird thief will die!"

Pianpian heard the faint crying sounds from the other side, and felt very unbearable. He also saw Galan's eyes closed and no movement was heard as if it was petrified. He couldn't help but urge the camel to approach and sang softly, "Galan's guardian magic god, please use boundless magic power to save those poor people."

Jiang Duhou snorted coldly, his eyes were like a cold blade, and he glared fiercely. Gengfeng was frightened and silent, and he no longer dared to speak nonsense.

Jialan slowly opened her eyes, "A Chailu is here."

"It shouldn't be many," said Jiang Duhou. "This group of people must meet Achaelu on the way to retreat and cannot escape into the desert. However, they may have some treasures. Achaelu salivates, so they pursue it relentlessly."

"I'll cross the river," said Galan, "you're here to pick you up."

Jiang Duhou wanted to stop him, but immediately gave up. He didn't know how to water and did not have the high martial arts skills of Galan, so he could only let Galan cross the river. If he wanted to save people, the two had to cooperate tacitly, so he had to put one on the side.

"Can you support me?" Jiang Duhou asked worriedly.

"What's this injury?" Galan patted the scar and signaled it to lie down. "I'm dying many times, but I still kill people."

Jiang Duhou nodded slightly, turned to look at Gao Tai and Qiao Er, "Can you know how to water?"

Gao Tai and Qiao Er dared not deceive each other and shook their heads together.

"Take off your clothes and cross the river to save people!"

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Chapter completed!