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The lingering sound of camel bells can be regarded as a rare and lively sound in the desolate Gobi Desert of Beihai.
It was freezing cold in the Gobi, and a caravan was trudging forward in the cold wind. Everyone was wrapped in thick cotton jackets, with only a pair of tired eyes exposed.
This is a caravan loaded with ore. The horseman driving the car carefully watched the frozen soil on the Gobi, because the ore carried was too heavy. If it fell into a ravine, it would be difficult to pull it up again with a weight of several kilograms.
At this moment, I was on the last carriage of the caravan covered with thick cotton cloth.
"Brother, what do you think the Beihai Naval Camp is like? I heard from my mother that my father has been there for five years, but I have never even seen him."
In the carriage, a little boy of about five years old held his cheek and looked at the young man in pure white and purple ribbon robes in front of him, his eyes showing a bit of curiosity, a bit of expectation, and a bit of anxiety.
Seeing all the changes in the little boy's expression, Su Qinian sighed in his heart. This is the fate of the border soldiers. They are destined to be separated from their relatives more often. Even if the demon master attacks, their bodies will be wrapped in horse leather on the battlefield, and even no bones will be left.
Not even a handful of ashes can be left behind.
Reaching out and rubbing the little boy's head, Su Qinian said warmly: "Don't worry, your father will definitely want to see you."
"Really, big brother?"
The little boy's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said, "Mom said that daddy is a great hero, and the uncles and aunts in the village also said that daddy is great. I really want to see daddy."
"real."
Su Qinian looked into the little boy's eyes and said seriously.
"Little Taoist Master."
At this time, a village woman in the corner of the carriage who looked to be about twenty years old and quite charming said apologetically: "My child is naughty and disturbed the leader of the trail."
"No, Madam, you are too polite. I would like to thank your village's caravan for taking me with you. Otherwise, I would be alone in Beihai and I would not know how to follow the trail."
Su Qinian looked outside the carriage, and saw exhausted men. They were all villagers from the same village hundreds of miles away from Beihai. There were iron ores there, and the villagers made a living by digging iron ore.
It was easy to sell it at the nearby armory, but it was sent to the North Sea border, the coldest and most dangerous place.
Because they understand that on the shores of the North Sea, their relatives are fighting bloody battles to protect their future.
Five thousand and four hundred years have passed since the long conquest.
How many people have lost their loved ones and shed all their tears; how many people have their bodies wrapped in horse leather and their bones buried in foreign lands.
Just for the iron hooves of the demon clan, you cannot step into the territory of the human race.
Suddenly, Su Qinian frowned, and then a sharp whistle sounded from the caravan.
"Horse thief! Be alert!"
What!
On the carriage, the village woman was shocked, but she quickly calmed down because the child looked at her in a panic and at a loss.
"Nan'er, be good, don't be afraid! Mom is here."
She put the little boy into her arms, hesitated for a moment, looked at Su Qinian, and said: "Little Taoist Priest, the village woman knows that you are a master disciple of Wudang and have a noble status, but the horse thieves are vicious and the blade of the knife licks blood. What you do is not necessary."
It is a matter of fate, little Taoist Priest, you are still young and your skills have not yet been accomplished. If you take action later, the Taoist Priest will take advantage of the chaos to escape, so don't be reluctant to fight."
After a pause, the young mother continued: "The monks are merciful. The poor woman only asks the little Taoist Master to take Nan'er away with him. If it can be safe this time, the poor woman will naturally be grateful. If...
...I hope that the little Taoist priest will take pity on Nan'er and take away Nan'er. Even if he can become a Taoist boy on Wudang Mountain and have enough to eat, if Nan'er's father can come back..."
Before the young woman finished speaking, she saw Su Qinian waving his hand. Her eyes suddenly dimmed, and Su Qinian spoke: "No one can trample on other people's lives easily, and no one can do that here."
"Little Taoist Master."
The village woman was startled, and she heard something about it. The Wudang Taoist priest she met by chance wanted to stay to meet the enemy. She was a little moved in her heart, but also anxious at the same time. No one who could traverse the Gobi Desert in the North Sea was
Ordinary horse thieves, who are not building foundations and opening the sky, can't survive after practicing the inner family's true energy. In her opinion, although the little Taoist priest in front of her was born in Wudang, he is too young. He has some strength, so how can he be defeated?
He can defeat horse thieves who often have dozens or hundreds of people and are as skilled as a cloud.
At this time, Su Qinian had already stepped off the carriage.
Seeing this, the village woman sighed and got out of the carriage with the little boy in her arms. She only hoped that the leader of the village guard could dissuade the horse thieves, otherwise she could not imagine how she could save the life of the child in her arms.
The caravan does not have many people, but it is also quite large. There can be between five and sixty people. They are all strong men, especially the leader of the guard. He is dressed in a blue military robe and has real energy flowing in his body. He is clearly a third-rate expert.
, the cultivation of a hungry tiger leaping into a stream.
For an ordinary village, this is really an incredible master. In addition, there are two thirty-year-old men who have also built the foundation to open the sky, but their cultivation levels are much lower, but they have penetrated
In Su Qinian's opinion, it was probably because of the reliance on mineral deposits that they were able to support their martial arts training needs. He could see at a glance that these three people had been infected with a large amount of medicinal materials and the blood of monsters and beasts.
Signs of distress.
The dust ahead was flying and the sound of horse hooves was thunderous.
Ten breaths later, a hundred fierce horses stopped more than ten feet away in front of the caravan. The feet of these fierce horses were nailed with barbed shoes. They could walk on the frozen soil as if they were on flat ground. Su Qinian's eyes were cold.
There was a flash of light. Although he had never been to the frontier, one of the many classics he had read in his mind was "North Sea Chronicles". Although such a shoe has no official mark on it, it is a craft of the military and is strictly prohibited among the people.
They are imitations. Ordinary weapon craftsmen do not understand the craftsmanship at all.
If a master weapons craftsman was said to have turned into a bandit, Su Qinian didn't believe it at all in the vast Gobi Desert of the North Sea.
"It turns out it's Mr. Hu who is in charge! Disrespect! Disrespect!"
I saw the leader of the escort clasping his fists and saying loudly: "I have a hundred and ten taels of silver here to buy wine for my brothers. I also hope that Master Hu will make it easier. The mountains are high and the rivers are long, so we will have a long time to come."
As he said that, a foundation-building man beside him raised his hand and threw a package to the leader of the four horse thieves who were riding on the bloody horse.
puff!
I saw a flash of sword light, like a crescent moon in the sky, and the package that flew out burst open, and a hundred taels of snow and silver were scattered on the ground.
The expressions of everyone in the caravan suddenly changed. The leader of the convoy was a middle-aged man. At this time, he said solemnly: "Master Hu, we are transporting ore for the military camp. We have small profits and small profits. We think we have been traveling in the North Sea for many years."
Great Gobi has not offended the heroes of Mr. Hu, so there is no need for Mr. Hu to be aggressive."
Ahead, on the back of a sweaty horse at the forefront of the horse thieves, was a man in his thirties, dressed in iron armor, holding a scimitar in his hand, with a shaggy beard. At this moment, a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle scanned the caravan.
There were about a dozen camel trucks transporting ore, and he said coldly: "Hand over the Lotus Iron."
What!
At this moment, the three leaders of the escort changed slightly. The news that the lotus iron was dug up in the village actually leaked out. How could this be possible? It even reached the ears of the horse thieves in the Gobi Desert of the North Sea.
Lotus iron is the main material for the royal family and the military to cast lotus pattern iron. It is a natural and traceless treasure. Recently, the village was lucky enough to dig out a piece as big as a millstone, which is enough to cast six or seven pieces without traces.
With little hesitation, they decided to send the trace treasure soldiers and even three pieces of lotus pattern iron armor to the Beihai Navy Camp, because that was where the treasure iron was most needed. They sent people to contact them in advance, and voluntarily accepted only
Half of the snow silver.
"Master Hu is just joking. I'm afraid he misheard the rumors. Second brother, please take another hundred taels of snow silver and treat the brothers to a meal and a drink!" the leader of the escort laughed.
He raised his hand to stop the movement of the second leader of the escort team. The head of the Hu family scanned the entire caravan with his hawk-like eyes and sneered: "You will know if you have them after searching."
The three leaders of the escort team finally changed their expressions, and all the men in the escort team also clenched their fists. They were coming with bad intentions. These thieves were sure that they had Lotus Iron here, and the news must have leaked out. If it was someone from the village,
Probably not, if you are in the military...
The face of the leader of the escort became a little ugly. He suddenly raised his head, looked forward, and said loudly: "Yes, we did escort the lotus iron, but it was what the general wanted when we were in the Beihai Navy Camp. Mr. Hu
If you’re not afraid of it, General Shi will blame you and send troops to suppress the bandits!”
With a sneer, it was the second boss next to Mr. Hu, a man with a sinister face and a short stature. He held a sharp and bright red ax and said coldly: "General Shi, we really don't dare to offend, but the Great Gobi Desert of Beihai
There are so many horse thieves on board, as long as we send you all on the road, who will know what we did?"
hiss!
At this moment, most people in the caravan couldn't help but take a breath, these horse thieves are so vicious.
His eyes were uncertain, but soon, he took a deep breath and said solemnly: "If we are willing to hand over the lotus iron to the master."
"Chief! Chief!"
Many men in the escort team shouted in shock.
"shut up!"
As his true energy circulated, the middle-aged leader shouted violently. His heart was heavy. If he were alone, he would naturally be brave and unafraid of death, but he could not bury everyone here, because the men behind him were not just many women.
My husband is also the father of many children and the son of many elderly people!
They have to live! They have to live! Not just for themselves, but for the whole village!
"It's a pity." At this time, Master Hu raised his scimitar lightly and said calmly, "Today all of you must hit the road."
"Then you can die first."
Everyone's expression changed, even the leader of the escort team was no exception, not only because there was no way out, but also because of the indifferent voice that suddenly sounded behind him.
The greatest support! Khan, Shibu has to go to work in the morning, please don’t rush me, I have already written it before 12 o’clock.) (To be continued.)