After the immortal disappeared

Liao Shan tried his best to mobilize and command, but the army retreated too quickly and the decline was irreversible. In the end, Liao Shan had to adapt to the situation and directly led his troops to withdraw north.

The Anton people did not return to the Hulushan camp because the troops at the south gate of Blackwater City used force to cut off their retreat to the east.

As soon as they withdrew, the Blackwater City Army suddenly cheered and their morale was like a rainbow!

He Chunhua kept up his efforts and mobilized his troops to chase the poor bandits.

No one expected that this battle could be won so easily with less and more. In this case, General He must of course consolidate the results quickly.

For the long-term peace and stability of Yuanxi, we must beat the Anton people into submission this time!

That night, the Anton people were fleeing in front, and the Blackwater City Army was chasing after them. They followed the Hongya Road and entered the Panlong Desert one after another.

One escape and one pursuit lasted three hours.

Chasing and fighting all the way, the Blackwater City Army killed more than 300 people.

The Anton people couldn't stand it any longer, so they split up and fled in groups whenever the road forked.

He Chunhua didn't know which team Liao Shanzang was in, so he had to divide his troops one after another, including Zeng Feixiong and other generals, while he led the troops to continue chasing north.

The forces such as Tiangong and Baling Kingdom originally wanted to leave the team, but now the Blackwater City Army is also rushing north, which is basically the same as their original direction.

It seemed as if these more than a thousand people were escorting them into the desert.

Zhang Lianhai and others were unhappy.

Although the Blackwater City Army won the battle and it was the Anton people who fled, they had already realized that they were still being used as weapons by He Chunhua!

The ace team that can decide the world with one blow, and the sharp knife troops that go around the enemy's rear are all big deceptions!

He Chunhua tricked them into taking on the Anton people's swords, guns, arrows and halberds, and used them as bait to lure away the defenders, allowing the real attacking troops to succeed in one attack.

But this battle was won after all, and he could only swallow this dumb loss himself.

Therefore, several powerful forces did not have a good look towards the He family and his son.

He Chunhua's attitude was still very enthusiastic, as if he couldn't see their resentment.

Only He Lingchuan knew that his father didn't care about the feelings of these people at all, because after entering the Panlong Ruins, everyone became competitors!

It's almost dawn.

But the sky was covered with clouds and there were no stars to guide the way, and even Sinan failed in the desert.

There is vast yellow sand everywhere, and the sand dunes often move. At this point, the two teams chasing each other only dared to move along the Hongya Road to avoid getting lost in the Panlong Desert.

Not to mention that the Anton people were exhausted, the Blackwater City Army who were pursuing them also began to relax, and the team was sparse.

There were only a few hundred people left on both sides.

He Lingchuan noticed that He Chunhua and Zhao Qinghe often whispered to each other, both with solemn expressions.

He drove his horse over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Chuan'er came just in time." He Chunhua pointed at the rocky forest two miles away, "Have you seen this rocky place before?"

There are hundreds of solid rocks of different shapes, the big ones are more than twenty feet high, and the small ones are only four or five feet high. They stand in the yellow sand and form a small stone forest.

If we move the time forward one hundred, sixty or seventy years, this place should be a place with beautiful mountains and rivers. But now, only yellow sand and boulders are left.

He Chunhua walked nearly a hundred times on Hongya Road and was impressed by every detail. But he had no memory of ever seeing this sight.

He Lingchuan looked at it carefully for a long time and hissed: "No."

"think carefully."

No matter how carefully I think about it, there is no such thing.

Zhao Qinghe and several other soldiers also said they had never seen it.

He Chunhua said solemnly: "An unprecedented sight appeared on the roadside of Hongya. Can anyone tell me what is going on?"

Everyone looked at each other, and no one could tell the reason.

"The army is already talking about it, saying that this road seems to have never been walked before." Zhao Qinghe asked, "Sir, do you want to continue chasing?"

He Chunhua also hesitated.

Since the Kuangsha Season disappeared inexplicably, the Panlong Desert has become even more strange and unpredictable. Now even the Red Cliff Road where the army walks has quietly changed.

You must know that the army has vitality at its side. No enchantment array or ghost wall can cover their eyes. The army is mostly locals, so the worst mistake that should be made is to take the wrong path.

However, now they are inexplicably lost.

Killing the enemy is important, but for the sake of safety, should we go back home? Besides, the army was tired of pursuing them. They entered the desert without preparing more water in advance.

He Chunhua thought of this and said decisively: "Go back."

"yes."

Zhao Qinghe immediately went to deliver the order.

The soul-capturing mirror in He Lingchuan's arms asked him: "Do you know what happened to the changes in this Hongya Road?"

It recognized its owner halfway and was not familiar with Blackwater City or Hongya Road. But even the local natives have lost their way, so this road must be haunted.

There was someone next to him, so He Lingchuan couldn't answer, so he just gave a vague hum.

Of course he knows!

Including He Chunhua, the Hongya Road used by the people of Heishui City was actually the official road used by the Dafeng Army and merchants to pass through the Panlong Desert more than a hundred years ago. At that time, there were many divided roads and forked roads; when Panlong City fell, After the wild sand season, there were only a few official roads that were not eroded by wind and sand, and later generations called them Hongya Road.

These are the things the people of Blackwater City are used to.

But after the wild sand season disappears, many forked roads buried under the sand will "occasionally" be revealed.

Occasionally.

Others didn't know how to go, but He Lingchuan did.

When he was patrolling Panlong World, he had gone back and forth on these forked roads countless times, and he had also drank horses and caught hares in the stone forest that He Chunhua just pointed out.

Cangzhou in the past and Shashan today, no one at the scene was more emotional than He Lingchuan.

He has shed sweat and blood for this land, but in the blink of an eye, hundreds of years have passed.

All gone.

Putting aside these thoughts, He Lingchuan knew very well that both the Anton people fleeing in front and the Blackwater City Army chasing behind were actually moving towards the Panlong Ruins!

And it's a shortcut.

This mysterious pulling force comes from the large square pot.

Of course, he kept silent.

At this moment, a sandstorm suddenly blew up in the desert.

The strong wind carried the yellow sand and chipped it into people's faces. The sky and the earth were dim, and no living person could see their fingers.

Both teams were startled, thinking that the sand season was coming again. However, there were no three corpse insects, no ghosts, and no heroic souls from the Gale Army in this wind and sand.

It was just a simple sandstorm.

But in the desert, even a simple sandstorm can kill people. He Chunhua could only command the army and quickly rush into the stone forest two miles away to escape.

There are rugged rocks, some as wide as screens, which can block the strong wind and sand.

The wind was so fierce that although it was not as strong as the strong winds that cut flesh and bones in the world, it could easily knock the thin man to the ground and bury him under the yellow sand.

Most of the Blackwater City soldiers were locals and were no strangers to the desert and the Red Cliff Road. They finally hid under the mountain wall, quickly took out their bibs and wrapped their heads, covered their faces, and even the people and their mounts lay down on the boulder. rear.

Faced with the power of God, mankind has nothing to do except pray for the sandstorm to pass quickly.

…

After raging for two hours, the sandstorm finally came to an end.

Everyone climbed up from the sand, all with gray heads and dirty faces, and even their eyelashes had sand caught in them.

He Chunhua shook off the yellow sand on his cloak, looked around, and was stunned:

"Where's Hongya Road?"

They had been walking on Hongya Road, but after the sandstorm passed, they were surrounded by a vast sea of ​​sand, and Hongya Road disappeared!

Covered by yellow sand?

He Chunhua immediately sent out sentries to investigate in several directions.

Generals kept coming to inquire about the next step.

Everyone wants to know what to do next. The soldiers had been chasing the enemy all night, and now they were tired and thirsty and needed to rest.

The falcon in the army flew into the sky and hovered for a while before flying down and saying: "There is only desert within a radius of thirty miles, and there is no road."

He Chunhua asked it: "Can you fly back to Blackwater City?"

The Falcon's answer was no, its sense of direction seemed to have failed.

Soon, the ground scouts returned to report that there was no sign of Hongya Road anywhere.

The road seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.

The Andong people are also missing, and must be as lost as they are.

As alert and calm as He Chunhua was, he was also a little confused at this moment.

The defense battle of Blackwater City has been fought so far, and it has been a complete victory, and it is possible to return victoriously. But where is the way home?

He Chunhua immediately came to invite Zhang Lianhai, wanting to see if Tiangong had a way out of the current predicament.

"Direction?" Zhang Lianhai sneered slightly, "My lantern spirit never gets lost. But we still have somewhere to go, and we don't have time to go back with you!"

Just as He Chunhua was about to persuade him, Qiu Hu suddenly said: "You haven't tried it, how do you know it still works?"

The attendant behind Zhang Lianhai retorted: "It's a joke, the eternal lamp in our heavenly palace has infinite uses, but you are so ignorant!"

Ling Jinbao, the elder of Jianyang Clan beside him, coughed: "How about we open our eyes?"

Zhang Lianhai had no choice but to take out the platinum candle from his arms, light it, and whisper to the floating lantern: "Point to the direction of Blackwater City."

The lantern spirit flew into the air, drifting left and right, but did not answer for a long time.

Everyone watched eagerly, waiting for it to determine its direction.

Finally, the lantern flew back and shrank into a small ball on the candle, which reflected Zhang Lianhai's unsightly expression.

Qiu Hu crossed his arms and asked, "Can you find it?"

Zhang Lianhai's attendant was in disbelief: "No, it can't be right?"

The ever-bright lantern spirit has been worshiped and nurtured in the heavenly palace for a long time. How could it be possible that it could not recognize the direction just because of a little weirdness? How could this Panlong Desert be so mysterious?

The sea surface of Zhanglian is as sinking as water.

Fortunately, the sentry not far away suddenly shouted and relieved him:

"There's movement ahead!"

Everyone climbed out from behind the stone wall and took a look. In the distance ahead, a bright red light shot straight into the sky.

It was already dawn, but the light was more dazzling than the usual glow.

Soon, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky, and the mirage-like inverted city appeared again.

Zhang Lianhai and others immediately said: "Let's go there."

Needless to say, everyone knows that the Panlong ruins are there.

The forces set off several whistles, preparing to leave the Blackwater City Army and head towards the red light.

He Chunhua's thoughts turned and he asked He Lingchuan: "Chuan'er, what do you think, should we follow the red light, or should we find another way home?"

The plot of this volume is about to take a turn for the worse again. In order to provide a smoother reading experience for everyone, we will change it back to 6,000 words per day starting from this chapter.

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