Lord of the Desert

Chapter 91
On the eighth day of December, early in the morning.

The sun is white.

The northwest wind rolled the fine sand, smashing into the city wall one after another.

Outside the west gate of Jinhai City, more than [-] soldiers lined up in family units, followed by a larger logistics package pulled by camels and oxen.

Hong Jian was dressed in a traditional robe and cloak, standing under the five-foot-tall marching banner.

Before the battle, Hong Sheng rode back and forth to make the final point.

Although the scale is less than a thousand people, although it is just "civilian revenge", the efficiency of motion, wrangling, distribution, and organization can be completed within a few days, which still surprised Hong Fan.

On the one hand, this is because the powerful executives of Jinhai have outstanding execution ability.

On the other hand, because Li Xutuo died in battle, the Li family was willing to contribute all the military funds and pensions.

Since ancient times, it is easy to do things with money, even in war.

At the beginning of the morning, everything is ready.

There was no lecturing, no flag sacrifice; Hong Jian just waved his hand, and the whole army set off in full force.

Half an hour later, Hong Fan rode his horse into Jinhai for the second time.

Deserts in different seasons have different faces.

In summer, the sea of ​​gold is nearly forty degrees, the sand is rolling golden, and the southwest wind is blowing on the face, which is as hot as fire, so people must be forced to wear face masks.

In winter, the golden sea drips into ice, and the silver sand is silent, but in the tranquility, it is smooth and majestic far beyond other seasons.

Because the north wind is the strongest in the west of Liangzhou, every winter, it can shape sand dunes with larger drop and more violent undulations.

Hong Fan followed the team to the sand ridge.

At the beginning, he didn't feel the steepness, but when he got to the highest point, he suddenly realized that there was a gap of fifty feet from the starting point.

Standing on Shafeng, Hong Fan raised his eyes and looked at Beifeng, and instantly witnessed the "infinity" in its writing.

Starting from the sky of the North Pole, the smooth golden ribbon wraps around the earth one by one, extending silently from the sky, first expanding into a towering barrier of hundreds of feet before the eyes and feet, and then winding away to the end of the southern sky.

The long and narrow team of 800 people is like a black thread in it.

Hong Fan unconsciously held his breath and reined in his horse.

But he couldn't look back, instead, he stared at all this more greedily.

The cliff of sand covers half of the valley.

Mountains and ridges are connected by countless ups and downs to form a resting dragon.

The sand palaces of various shapes, such as honeycombs, feathers, fish scales, and towers, may carry the spirit of Jinhai.

"The power of heaven and earth is so great..."

Hong Fan murmured in a low voice, interrupted by Bentley's snort below him.

It turned out that he unconsciously grabbed the mane on the horse's neck, which made the mount painful.

"Good horse, my fault."

Hong Fan patted the horse to express his apology, but found that the upper dantian was slightly hot, and the sand world was running at high speed, showing passionate and joyful emotions.

Others also noticed his abnormality.

"What's the matter Hong Fan, have you been in a trance for a while?"

Hong Lie stayed on the horse and said with concern.

"Nothing else, just a little shocked."

Hong Fan replied with a smile.

"Seeing Wanshou Wuya in Jinhai, I suddenly realized how small I am."

"Where can Jin Hai talk about longevity?"

Hong She, who was coming immediately, smiled and said.

Seeing Hong Fan's searching gaze, he explained.

"In the northwest of Liangzhou, thousands of years ago, there was a huge wet swamp. It is said that at that time, the snake people fought with us every three days, one small and five days old, which was much more intense than it is now."

"Later, the Son of the Snake God fought here with a martial sage of our human race, and forcibly beat the giant swamp to death."

"Golden Sea Desert is the remains of that battle."

Hearing these words, Hong Fan was speechless.

"Really? Two people fighting, can they hit hundreds of miles of sand?"

"Maybe not hundreds of miles at the beginning, but it should be close."

This time it was Hong Lie who answered.

"The son of God on the side of the snake man is not very clear, but the martial saint Baili Shizun who participated in the battle at that time was named 'Gu Shen Immortal', and he was ranked No. —Now the head of the Martial Arts Academy is ranked second in the heaven list, and he is also practicing this sutra."

"The "Yimu Qinglang Jing" can extract the vitality of all spirits to benefit oneself, and any injury can be cured in a blink of an eye."

"It is said that the battle lasted for a long time. Some say it lasted ten days and ten nights, and some say it lasted 30 days."

"In short, after this battle, the original green swamp was drained of life, and slowly turned into a dead desert."

Hearing this, Hong Fan believed it seventy percent.

Looking at the golden surroundings again, his body was inexplicably numb.

The things recorded in "Shen Ling Ji" are even more exaggerated, but they are just words, how can they compare with Jin Hai?
"A large desert was created in World War I, which is equivalent to how many nuclear bombs were blown up?"

Hong Fan said to himself, urging the horse to move forward with the team.

As for the exuberance brought about by killing Broken Steel and cultivating Sand Heavy Armor in the past few days, it disappeared in an instant.

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Sea Fly's old nest is deep in the sand sea, more than eighty miles away from Jinhai City.

At noon on the second day (the ninth day of the lunar new year), the team approached their destination and stopped to light a fire for dinner.

This is already the center of the desert, and the Gobi has more components than the desert, and there are bare rocks everywhere.

After having lunch and raising enough horsepower, everyone set off again.

This time it took only half an hour, and the "Redduo Mountain" described by Wu Guangzhi was already in sight.

As the name suggests, the mountain looks like a red haystack growing in the wilderness from a distance, which is extremely eye-catching.

The closer the distance, the more Hong Fan saw.

Wind-eroded mushrooms on the top of the mountain, groups of horses and sheep raised in wooden fences at the foot of the mountain, and poplar trees scattered far and near...

Along the way, Hong Fan saw many Populus euphratica trees.

However, the Populus euphratica on the south side of Jinhai has lost all its leaves long ago, but the branches and leaves here are actually lush, dotted into groups of golden balls under the blue sky.

The sand and dust were fierce, and the big banner moved forward silently.

Populus euphratica, which looks like a pocket bonsai from a distance, is gradually approaching.

Under the golden leaves all over the branches, what Hong Fan saw was a dry and cracked tree trunk that seemed to be dead for a thousand years.

But it is precisely in this way that the surging and unstoppable vitality is more and more manifested.

"People of the older generation say that Populus euphratica is the soul of Jin Hai."

Hong Lie looked at the tree and said to Hong Fan.

The branches are full of gold, and the wind blows gorgeously.

The big banner stopped slowly, and the peasants began to unload armor and weapons from the cart.

The wind and leaves rustled still.

But in the ears of everyone, it was already chilling.

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"About eight or nine hundred people came from the south."

"There are still more than ten miles away from the foot of the mountain, and it will take half an hour at most..."

In the Juyi Hall, Wan Guangji was striding non-stop listening to the report, his face was as cold as iron.

He walked out of the cave and stepped on the rock, and sure enough, he saw a group of black ants crawling from a distance.

"It's only been a few days, and we all came back in the early morning of the sixth day!"

"It's just the ninth day of the ninth day, even if the Jinhai people wanted to take revenge, how could it be so fast?!"

Yu Kaicheng, who was following the elder brother, was short of breath, and his words were full of disbelief.

"There is also the location of Hongduo Mountain, how do they know..."

He kept asking questions several times, until he was frightened by Wan Guangji's hawk-like eyes.

"Go and wake up everyone in the cave, put on all your clothes, and get your weapons ready."

Master Haifei first gave orders to the minions, and then looked at the two brothers.

"Second brother, you take people to set up defenses, and all the arrows will be moved out."

"Fourth, hum, you go and pack your money and belongings that are easy to carry with you."

After he finished speaking, he put his hands on the shoulders of the two sworn brothers.

"Hold the mountain road, survive the daytime battle, and we will break through at night."

"Fourth, if you are useless, you can wait until we get out alive!"

(End of this chapter)