Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1867 Road Encounters
It was only when he really trekked on the land of Mobei that Ying Baoyue truly realized how big and desolate it is.

Half a month had passed since she and Murong Heng left Du Ziqing's pasture.

In the past half month, they have been traveling almost day and night, but no matter how they go, the wasteland in front of them seems endless, and there is no end in sight.

Although Ding Ling and Jiankun are geographically adjacent, Ying Baoyue feels that the distance she has traveled so far is already comparable to the distance she and Ji Jiashu and others traveled from Soochow to the Great Wall of Eternal Night.

"Take a break."

Murong Heng gave her a hand, and handed her the water bag in his hand.

The two horses they rode on when they set off were exhausted halfway, but fortunately, all of this was within his expectations.The Xirong Grassland has a vast territory. Generally, cavalry will bring at least two horses when traveling. One horse is not enough to run from Dingling to Jiankun.

The two skinny horses that Du Ziqing gave them didn't have much fat. Murong Heng originally estimated that the two horses could only carry them two-thirds of the distance. In fact, because of Ying Baoyue's care, the two horses ran more for a while.

Ying Baoyue sat down on the sand dune, and Murong Heng took out the dried horse meat from the bag and handed it to her.

After the two horses fell down, they took out the meat and dried it in the sun, and added the dry food that was almost finished.

Ying Baoyue's lips were already chapped, but she just moistened her throat with the water in the water bag and stopped drinking. Looking at the jerky in front of her eyes, she shook her head, "Eat, I'm not hungry."

Murong Heng looked at her with a complicated expression, "You've been saying that since last night."

Realizing that the horse jerky was about to be finished, Ying Baoyue began to shirk from eating for various reasons.

Murong Heng originally thought that with Ying Baoyue's background, she would not be able to bear the hardships of trekking in the desert. He had already prepared at all costs not to let Ying Baoyue be wronged even if he saved his share of water and food. , but did not expect that at the critical moment, it was she who was the most humble.

She was much tougher than he imagined, looking at Ying Baoyue's cracked lips, Murong Heng felt extremely guilty.

"Sorry," he said softly, "I should have carried more food and water earlier."

"In that case, a horse with too much weight will definitely not be able to last that far," Ying Baoyue smiled, "You really don't have to worry about me, I'm actually used to this kind of thing."

Lack of water and food is common for long-distance marches. With the physique of earth-level practitioners, even without water and food, they can last at least ten days. They have not yet reached the point of running out of ammunition and food.

"But you consumed too much real energy before, you can't do without food."

Murong Heng gritted his teeth and clenched the jerky in his hand. What he lacked most when walking in the desert was not food, but water.

This time, because of the presence of Ying Baoyue, a water magician, they somewhat took advantage of it. Many times when they couldn't find water, they relied on Ying Baoyue to condense water droplets to survive.

But Mobei is very dry, and Ying Baoyue needs a lot of real energy to condense a bowl of water, and her body is getting weaker and weaker. Now, unless she is near a bush with a water source, it is already difficult for her to condense water. pearls.

"Hold the moon," Murong Heng glanced at the sun in the sky, "Eat, we should be almost there, you don't have to worry about finishing your food."

Ying Baoyue frowned, "You said the same thing yesterday."

She trusted Murong Heng very much at first, and she obediently ate when he said so, but the road ahead still had no end, and she knew that Murong Heng used this method to trick her into eating.

"I didn't lie to you this time." Murong Heng looked at the shape of the sand dunes around him and pointed towards the horizon. "Look, can you see green over there?"

Ying Baoyue was startled, and looked into the distance, but could only see a very faint touch of green.

Based on her experience these days, it might be a mirage.

But at this moment, a row of small black spots suddenly appeared in the direction of the distant horizon.

Ying Baoyue thought it was because she was dazzled by hunger, so she wiped her eyes, only to find that the row of small black spots did not disappear, and became bigger and bigger.

"Murong Heng?"

She looked at the young man beside her, and found that Murong Heng was also looking in that direction with a dignified expression.

He opened his eyes wide, fixedly staring at the row of small black dots, and the next moment, he saw clearly.

"It's cavalry!"

Murong Heng suddenly pulled out a piece of tattered yellow cloth from his luggage, pressed Ying Baoyue onto the sand dune, and covered the two of them with the yellow cloth that was very similar in color to the sand dune.

The place where they rested didn't even have a bush, and there was no place to hide. Murong Heng could only pray that in this way, the cavalry in the distance would not notice the two of them.

Before leaving, Ying Baoyue asked Sang Lan for this piece of cloth. At that time, he didn't know what to do with it. Until now, this piece of cloth finally came in handy.

After setting off from Ding Ling, this was the first time the two met a living person on the road.

The two of them hid under the yellow cloth, and the sunlight penetrated into it. Ying Baoyue and Murong Heng looked at each other, and they could see the tension in each other's eyes.

Judging from the size of the figures, the row of cavalrymen was about a mile away from the sand dunes where they were, but the two still dared not speak, for fear that there were high-level practitioners in the other party's team and they would be able to detect their movements .

Ying Baoyue only had time to take a quick glance just now. There were about a dozen cavalrymen in that team, and the distance was too far to feel the aura of practitioners.But even if there are no high-level practitioners in the team, the fighting power of a dozen Xirong cavalry gathered together is still considerable. With their current weak bodies, once they are discovered, they may not be able to resist.

Ying Baoyue's ears were pressed to the ground, and the sound of hooves came from afar.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and her heart sank a little bit.

There are so many places to go in such a vast desert, but this team of cavalry really came in the direction where the two of them were.

She looked at Murong Heng, and saw the shock in his eyes.

They dodged quickly just now, because they didn't ride horses, the figures of the two of them were not obvious from such a long distance, how could this group of cavalry just come in their direction?
Were they discovered?Or just bad luck?

No matter what the reason was, the sound of horseshoes was getting closer, and every sound seemed to be stepping on the apex of their hearts.

Murong Heng quietly lifted the yellow cloth a slit, exposing only one eye, ready to observe the situation in the distance.

Now is not the time to be cautious, what if this group of cavalry just happened to step on the two of them?

But after taking the first glance, he was suddenly taken aback.

Because Murong Heng opened a gap, Ying Baoyue also held his breath and looked along.The cavalry marched at an extremely fast speed. The cavalry, which was just a small black spot, had already reached the bottom of the sand dune. In the yellow sand raised by the horseshoes, the silhouettes of all the cavalry gradually became clear.

Judging from the fat and strong horses and the scalps of the many spoiled people who symbolize status hanging from the horses, this team of cavalry is not only trash, but also the elite of the tribe.

Ying Baoyue felt more and more bad, but at the same time was very puzzled.

Now there should be no major battles in Xirong, so where is such a team of elite cavalry going?
No matter where they are going, these plague gods are coming towards them now.

The cavalry were getting closer and closer, and Ying Baoyue could even see the expressions on the faces of those muscular Western soldiers. Almost all those riding on the horses were burly men in their prime of life, but seeing the leading horse When the person on the white horse was riding, Ying Baoyue was stunned.

It was a boy who was only about fifteen or sixteen years old.

(End of this chapter)