Lord of the Desert

Chapter 311 Famine
"Then what should we do now? Those people over there are ordinary people and they can't leave anymore."

Wu Ruyi looked troubled.

"Are you going to fight with the people from Huaiyang?"

"There are more than 100 of them, and they are all wearing strong armor..."

A young man from the Five Elements Sect hesitated.

"There are more than a hundred people, but if there are not many experts, it is not difficult to do it forcefully."

Gong Pengyun interjected.

Bai Jiasi nodded.

At this time, his cultivation had reached the level of six meridians, and half of his seven meridians were connected. It was the time when his confidence was bursting.

"Can you still fight?"

Hong Fan asked how many people were in the Five Elements Sect.

"On our side, I have three pure meridians, and there are six others who have penetrated the realm, and two who have inner vision."

said a middle-aged man who had been silent just now.

"But we were tired all the way, and three of us were injured."

He showed the bandages under his sleeves.

"That means you can't fight."

Hong Fan nodded.

"Our sect leader is a great master of the relationship between heaven and man, but he is still in Pang County..."

The fat girl who had been quarreling with a few people before added forcefully.

Gong Pengyun rolled his eyes.

"Unfortunately, it seems that I can no longer borrow the prestige of your noble sect leader."

Hong Fan replied.

"Then think of a way to force the opponent back."

"The plan will come out?"

Wu Ruyi asked.

Hong Fan didn't reply, but went to the edge and carried a stone weighing two to three thousand kilograms.

"Is this a temporary fortress?"

The young man from the Five Elements Sect frowned.

Hong Fan ignored him and pointed his sword to release the sand bundle.

The buzzing sound was sharp, and it cut the solid boulder into a rough shape in an instant.

The nine members of the Five Elements Sect were stunned.

"Brother Gong, Ah Ci, throw these pieces of scraps away from you."

Hong Fan ordered.

Then, he first carved words on the stone tablet, modified the corners several times, and then polished it with sand wind to make it old.

Soon, a base was half sunk into the ground, and the boundary monument with "Dahua Liangzhou" and "Huaiyang National Boundary" engraved on both sides was ready.

By this time, the people from the Five Elements Sect didn't even dare to breathe.

"This, could this be a sand knife?"

The fat girl said in a loud voice.

"You, you are Jin Hai..."

"I thought you knew this and secretly praised the Five Elements disciples for their courage."

It was Gong Pengyun who answered.

"In front of you, it is none other than Chisha Hongfan, the top talent on the list!"

There was silence.

Hong Fan looked at everyone's performance and found that even the relatives of the rebels knew his name.

As the saying goes, it is famous all over the world.

"It's just me who can't see Taishan."

The young man who had been noisy earlier was the first to apologize.

The fat girl was also anxious to make amends: "I was angry just now. Normally..."

Hong Fan raised his hand to stop her meaningless words: "People are coming."

The rustle of iron armor came through the forest.

Not long after, Tianfengwei's hundred-man team surrounded them.

"Huaiyang Kingdom's Tianfeng Guards are taking people, and those who have nothing to do with them should stay away!"

The centurion, wearing iron armor and drawing a sword in his hand, shouted.

"Liangzhou Tiqi is here."

Wu Ruyi took a step forward and showed his belt.

The other party is obviously afraid.

"Liangzhou Tiqi has nothing to do with our Huaiyang country's affairs."

The centurion stared at the waist badge, lowered the blade and said coldly.

"How can there be any affairs in Huaiyang on the borders of Liangzhou?"

It was Hong Fan who answered.

He pointed to the boundary marker on the side.

The centurion was stunned.

The terrain here was deep in the mountains and old forests, and he was certainly not familiar with the terrain. It felt like he was still in his own territory.

But how could the boundary monument be fake?

The pursuers were at war with man and nature.

Doing something out of bounds is inherently sensitive, so taking action against the Zhangwuyuan is no small matter.

What's more, the person in front of me may have a great background.

"Wei Qisheng from a certain family, dare I ask, but in front of Chisha?"

The centurion asked, clasping his fists.

Hong Fan nodded.

"Did you take action against those landslides and rocks before?"

he asked again.

"Why bother getting to the bottom of it?"

Hong Fan asked back.

The centurion nodded.

"It doesn't matter if there are a few old, weak, sick and disabled people."

"It's a worthwhile trip to meet Tianjiao today."

"let's go."

After he finished speaking loudly, he led the people back.

The crisis is over.

When the sound of the friction of armor was no longer audible, the eight stowaways from Huaiyang finally felt relieved.

The sound of birdsong and the gentle sound of wind caressing leaves could be heard on the mountainside.

The oldest old man leaned against the tree with some difficulty and sighed "ho".

Hong Fan saw that his legs were shaking and he could no longer walk.

"We might as well rest for the night before leaving." He then suggested.

"When we get out of the mountains tomorrow, we'll just find some carriages; please be patient for today."

"How can we call this a place with beautiful mountains and trees called forbearance?"

The old man stretched his legs and showed Hong Fan a smile that was both fearful and flattering.

He doesn't know what Chisha is, he only knows that he is a very powerful warrior--don't you see that he has just carried several thousand kilograms of stones, and he is stronger than a plowing ox.

"What a nice tree, so nice, we don't have any anymore..."

The old man muttered, looking at the lush green plants around him with greedy and cherishing eyes.

And those with enough physical strength are already taking action.

Hong Fan stepped forward curiously.

"My lord, it's an elm tree."

The young man saw him coming and said.

He was holding the hatchet at his waist and was tinkering with the bark of the tree - under the rolled-up sleeves, the taut forearm muscles were like piles of iron wires, with no trace of fat to cover them.

These rebel relatives are not pampered people.

The collected dry firewood was soon piled up in the open space.

The people of the Five Elements Sect used little tricks, and the fire started.

A girl about ten years old brought Hong Fan the first piece of warmed noodles.

Hong Fan took it and took a big bite.

The taste of this cake is very strange, the texture is smooth and tough.

"My lord, this noodle is mixed with elm powder."

The old man saw that he was strange and took the initiative to explain.

"Fish meal?"

Hong Fan was in a daze.

"It's the powder of the elm tree. It's a good thing to keep alive!"

The old man corrected with a smile.

"It means peeling off the inner layer of tender bark from the elm tree, cutting it into small pieces, then drying it in a pot, pounding it into powder, and mixing it with flour."

He said he was happy, and the wrinkles on his face stretched out, like the contraction of earth veins.

The young man on the other side also completed his work.

He cut off the middle bark of the entire elm tree, which was two meters below and within reach of his hands, but left the deeper middle layer that was also edible.

"This way it will grow longer, and someone can eat it if they see it later."

The young man put the hatchet back into his waist.

Hong Fan felt that he had become an ignorant person and was not qualified to reply.

He carefully finished the elm flour cake, got up and left the camp.

Soon after, a freshly killed wild boar was brought back.

It is common for Tiqi to hunt and eat when performing tasks.

But the group of people from Huaiyang Kingdom were rare and strange.

It seems like they have a completely different ecology over there.

The wild boar was quickly roasted by the high heat released by Yanliu Gong.

Everyone shared the food and devoured it until their mouths were full of oil.

Only then did Hong Fan start to ask questions.

"There are many wind disasters. They come at any time and the whole roof is pulled out by you, just like pulling out onions."

"The government has been arresting people to serve as corvees. At first they were talking about building cities, and later they were talking about building fish..."

"Grandpa, it's not a fish, it's a Mahayana."

"We all want to escape, but it's very difficult. If we encounter Qiu Ba while walking out, we will be taken directly to Yunlan City."

"We were asked to escort you inside the door. In fact, we were asked not to come back until we got out..."

The state of Huaiyang has been in bad shape in recent years, and everyone in Dahua knows it.

But Hong Fan didn't know it was so bad.

The sun is getting westward.

Hong Fanteng was in the clouds and couldn't help but walk south.

After dozens of miles, the earth changed its color.

The mountains became mottled.

Many trees were down, probably destroyed by the wind not long ago.

Hong Fan lowered his altitude and passed three villages in a row, but no one was seen alive.

There are some withered corpses and bones.

When I got closer, I could see that there were gnaw marks on the human bones, whether they were left by humans or animals.

Hong Fan walked into the fourth village.

The mighty power was vented here.

Big trees were uprooted and houses collapsed.

Some bricks and soil were even thrown hundreds of meters away.

A big elm tree fell dead at the entrance of the village.

It was five feet tall, with all its soft, sugary phloem stripped off, leaving it as a naked corpse buried on the ground covered with dead leaves.

Hong Fan took off again and walked another hundred miles south.

This was the first time he had an idea of ​​famine.

The rugged rocks are the exposed scales of the mountain.

The uncovered soil left huge ravines on the ground, running from the feet to the horizon, like a solidified torrent.

The surrounding fields are silent.

The silence between heaven and earth was hoarse in Hong Fan's ears.

Only then did he realize that famine was not a human famine in the first place.

Even if people don’t practice martial arts, they are still strong in nature.

The land and vegetation were desolated first, then the wild animals, and finally the people died.

The overlook was so brutal that Hong Fan could no longer fly.

He walked forward on foot and saw a column of smoke in the distance. When he arrived, he only found a piece of dead wood that was almost burned out.

Someone probably lit a fire here to keep warm.

There were probably people who lived and worked here in peace and contentment.

Hong Fan squatted down quietly, watching the dead wood exhaust the last bit of fire.

Get up and move forward.

It wasn't until night fell that he finally looked back.

One glance penetrates like an arrow.

The desolate smoke and the setting sun are vast and vast forever.

The dim world.

There was no trace of vitality to be found.

Hongfan condensed the sand wings.

He had to return.

(End of this chapter)