Mo Lingfeng showed off his skills and threw out the Fengfeng knife with great force. The knife and the handle were connected by a soft chain. He used clever force when swinging. Mo Lingfeng's strength was too weak and the chain fell before it was straightened.
In the yellow sand, not even a dung beetle was hit.
Feng Fan sighed in disappointment. Mo Yefeng was also a little ashamed and mumbled to defend himself: "I'm still young."
Feng Fan laughed at her without hesitation: "You are so brave."
Mo Lingfeng's slight bit of shame immediately disappeared without a trace: "Thank you for the compliment."
When Feng Fan heard this, he shut up and stopped seeing Mo Lingfeng.
Mo Lingfeng had no one to chat with, and had no intention of talking to others. She threw the Fengfeng knife to the soldiers behind her. As she walked, she thought that the pain on the soles of her feet was not so painful anymore.
After a long silence, Xiao Dou couldn't hold himself back, took a few steps forward, walked behind Feng Fan, and whispered: "Feng Zhi, are you - are you -"
Feng Fan turned to look at him, frowning, still moving forward with a crab's pace.
Xiao Dou glanced at Mo Lingfeng, hesitated to speak, and then stepped back, wondering if Feng Zhi's crotch was so hot that it turned into a poached egg?
In the second half of the night, the penetrating chill gradually receded, the sky gradually became brighter, and the gravel underfoot revealed its true appearance, swallowing up the sound of footsteps, leaving only the increasingly hot breath of pedestrians. Apart from this, nothing else could be heard.
Nomad Qing moved lightly and checked the military situation again - the iron pagoda has slowed down.
Feng Fan thought about it and decided that it was not the time to take action yet.
As everyone continued to move forward, the sky quickly brightened, and the coldness of the night disappeared. The sand under the sun became gold in the furnace, and the heat rushed to the face, making the dry biscuits in the hands of the soldiers even more difficult to swallow.
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Everyone chewed hard and put the cake into their stomachs with water. Their cheeks and teeth ached together, and their internal organs also became heavy. Strength surged into their legs, allowing them to speed up their pace and leave the Iron Pagoda some distance away.
Prepare for an ambush.
The nomadic minister kept running around in the front and rear camps. He was not very tired, but he was very hot and hungry. His whole body felt like being in a torrential furnace. The sweat on his back was like splashing water. When he blinked his eyes, sweat beads appeared on his eyelashes.
They were only wearing light armor and were out of breath, let alone the iron pagoda wearing heavy armor.
Feng Fan looked at the unobstructed sun. He must have thought that Jinlu was also short of people and horses, and would soon set up camp to rest and bury pots to make food. So after finding a suitable place to camp, he found a fortress in front of it.
Like sand dunes, lurking in ambush.
Mo Lingfeng nestled behind the dune, her eyes blurred by the wind and sand. The more she tried to open her eyes, the more it stung. Feng Fan poured water from the water bag to wash her eyes, and she opened her eyes with tears.
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She put down the long knife in her hand and stared at Feng Fan for a long time. Feng Fan was holding the Fengfeng knife in his hand, ready to take action at any time, which made her look horrified: "What are you looking at?"
Mo Lingfeng told the truth: "I want to see if your Yintang hair turns black."
Feng Fan rolled his eyes and disapproved: "You are so young, why are you talking nonsense like others? If I were really unlucky, I would have died on the battlefield long ago. Can I still live to be a commander now?"
He reached out and touched Yintang: "Is it dark?"
Without waiting for Mo Lingfeng's answer, he quickly said: "Everyone is tanned by the sun."
He looked at Mo Lingfeng again: "You are also guilty."
Mo Lingfeng wore a bamboo hat all day long. He was not very dark, but his face was red from morning to night.
She didn't care whether she was dark or not. She looked away, her eyelashes drooped down, casting a shadow on her soft face, and she concluded: "Fortunately, it's not very dark."
Feng Fan quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
The two people stopped talking and each lay down behind the sand to be on guard. Mo Lingfeng opened his mouth wide and yawned, Feng Fan followed suit, and then everyone else followed suit.
Just when the front camp was drowsy, Nomad Qing, who was acting as a sentinel, rushed over, wiped his face with his hand, and flicked it casually, shaking out a sweat: "Here he comes!"
Everyone immediately cheered up, held the Fengfeng knife tightly, and prepared for the attack. In less than a quarter of an hour, Tiefutu walked over at an extremely slow speed.
Under the sunlight, the iron pagoda's armor shone with white light, and the heat wave took shape wherever it passed, surging around like waves. The leader was fully armed and inspected. When he saw a suitable place, he reined in his horse and stopped, signaling that he would stop here.
Set up camp.
The horse suddenly started, raised its head and neighed, and its four hooves moved back and forth uneasily. Jinlu immediately became alert, his eyes like a hawk, trying to detect any suspicious things around him.
Soon the leader Jin Lu discovered a huge mosquito, which must have bitten the horse, causing the horse to panic.
The suspicious eyes were withdrawn. Jin Lu got off his horse and fiddled with the withered grass on the ground with his feet. He turned around and issued a long series of orders. Tiefu Tu also got off his horse, took off his armor, and started to set up camp in an orderly manner.
After they set up camp, they left marks on the ground, which showed that just as Feng Fan expected, Tiefu Tu was a night camper, which was exactly the opposite of the army.
Not far away, Mo Leafeng and Feng Fan looked at each other with doubts in their expressions. Feng Fan was even more doubtful in his doubts.
There is something tied to the horse's legs, which looks like it is woven from grass stems. It is both soft and tough, and it is the perfect match for the wind knife.
Feng Fan thought for a moment, put down the Fengfeng Knife, and reached for the long knife with his backhand. He also motioned to the people around him to switch to long knives. If the Fengfeng Knife missed a hit, it would give Jin Lu a chance to react.
The Jinlu were strong and strong, able to withstand hunger, thirst and hardship. They could ride horses like flying, cross rock walls as if they were walking on flat ground, and cross rivers with their horses on their backs. Their numbers and physical strength were not as good as that of the Jinlu. The advantage at this time was an ambush.
Besides, Jin Lu was very generous in taking off his clothes and belt, so they didn't need to use the wind knife.
After Jin Lu completely relaxed and got shirtless, Feng Fan raised his hand and made a move with a slight move.
He responded with many calls, led the soldiers forward with swords, and launched a frantic attack on the exhausted Iron Buddha. Mo Lingfeng only defended himself, stood still, and yawned again.
The battlefield was filled with blood and rain, flags were fluttering, and the kidnapping horse was guarding the rear not far away. After hearing the noise, they immediately rushed forward to help, but in the blink of an eye they were trapped by the two teams of Yin Nan and Ma Tiangui.
Eyes full of scarlet.
Mo Lingfeng remained unmoved, standing with his hands behind his hands, quietly watching the red rain falling, soaking into the dry yellow sand, and quickly drying up into a mottled dark red. The color was so heavy and dim, but the smell dispersed in the heat wave.
The smell mixed with dust and sand floated in the air and disappeared.
She saw Feng Fan slashing with a knife, his face was ferocious, and his actions seemed to be inconvenient. Jin Lu died at his feet, and a large pool of blood soaked into the sand.
This kind of blood reminded her of the dark green color of Mo Mansion, which also had such a gloomy tone. It fell from the beams, roof ridges, and tree crowns, and crashed into Mo Qianlan's body.
This color makes up a gloomy and gloomy Mo Qianlan.
As for her life, most of it was Mo Qianlan and a small part of it was Zhao Shiheng. The two of them created a world for her, in which she could make clouds and rain and be omnipotent.
I have a cold and my mind is a mess. I will only update this chapter today. See you tomorrow.