Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

With stars above their heads, Wei Su and Li Qiao hugged each other and lay in the yellow sand.

The wind at night was very dry, and the yellow sand under my body receded from the temperature of the day, and it was icy cold soaked in blood.

But both Li Qiao and Wei Su couldn't feel it anymore.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Su suddenly heard the eager sound of hooves: "Brother Qiao, is this my hallucination?"

Li Qiao didn't answer.

Wei Su gave a bleak smile, probably because of his reflection!

Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng were discussing the war in the military tent, Lei Wu panicked and ran in to report to Mo Zhuang that he had gone back.

"Why so fast?" Jiang Xian was a little surprised.

According to the original plan, Mo Zhuang only needs to pursue with great fanfare and put pressure on Babur so that Saya dare not hurt Wei Su.

"Did something happen?" Qian Zuisheng was also a little shocked.

The military doctors came in and out, and pots of blood were brought out, and Nu Yi was so anxious that he burst into tears.

Qian Zuisheng deliberately kept him cold, so that Nu Yi could follow Wei Cang.

Wei Cang's expression was not very good, and Mo Zhuang was talking to him with his head down.

"What's going on?" Jiang Xian strode over in shock.

The two were busy saluting.

Looking at the two huge dark circles on Jiang Xianjing's face, Mo Zhuang frowned slightly:

"My lord, at first I followed your arrangement and pretended not to approach us. However, a few days ago, I suddenly discovered that Saya had brought hundreds of elite cavalry and came straight towards us.

I didn't think it was right and went up at night.Sure enough, they met the dying General Wei and Li Qiao on the road. These two boys were also ruthless people. They didn't know what method they used not only repelled hundreds of elite cavalry, but also seriously injured Saya.Haha, General Wei is really a tiger with no son..."

Mo Zhuang smiled brightly, but Wei Cang was a little reluctant.

"How are the two of them injured?" Jiang Xian was startled and worried.

"The military doctor is skilled in medicine, and his life should not be in danger. The blame is on General Wei's injury..."

Wei Cang coughed lightly.

Jiang Qian and the two looked at each other and walked into the tent.

Wei Cang hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Thank you Your Majesty and the prince for your love. If the blood in the tent collides with you, it will be a good thing."

Jiang Xianjing stopped in his tracks, but Qian Zuisheng didn't care much, and pulled Jiang Xianjing to step in.

The two fell asleep and lay side by side on the camp bed.

Jiang Xian glanced at Wei Su's abdominal injury in shock and knew what was going on.

He looked at Qian Zuisheng with a smile, and gave the military doctor detailed instructions, and then retreated as if nothing had happened.

It is a serious crime for a general to commit suicide on the battlefield, and Wei Cang was full of sorrow.

Qian Zuisheng didn't know what to say for a while.

Jiang Xianjing had no choice but to reassure Wei Cang: "General, don't worry, a sword has no eyes. Little General Wei is blessed, and he will recover soon."

Hearing this, Wei Cang's expression turned pale, if Jiang Xianjing could speak for Wei Su, Wei Su should be spared the death penalty.

Qian Zuisheng set off with the army, crossed the Wei River, and headed north.

The climate in the north of the Weihe River was complex, and the entire army was in high spirits.

After Bayar's death, Babur had retreated three thousand miles north of the Wei River with the remnants of Gaochang.

Qian Zuisheng's march this time is tantamount to pulling a tooth out of a tiger's mouth. Either you die or I live.

The strange thing is that Jiang Qian's army was so powerful that they didn't encounter too much resistance along the way.

You only need to cross the abrupt grassland to go straight to Huanglong and enter Babur's lair, Qinghe.

The terrain of the abrupt grassland is complicated, and the guard is Bayar's grandfather Chaha.

Chaha is cunning and warlike, and was once the most powerful competitor for the khan's seat.

It's just that the heir of Chaha withered.

The only daughter Mingzhu married Tianlai Khan as a sequel.

Before setting off, Jiang Xian was shocked and told thousands of times that the temperature difference between day and night in the abrupt grassland is extremely large, so don't rush into it, and don't walk at night.

Qian Zuisheng agreed one by one.

Jiang Xian was still not at ease, so he sent Mo Zhuang and Wei Cang, two veteran guards, one on the left and one on the right.

Even so, Qian Zuisheng suffered a big loss as soon as he set foot on the abrupt grassland.

The soldiers of the Central Plains are not good at riding and shooting, and they are exhausted after long-distance raids.

The abrupt grassland meets the desert, and it is very easy to find a water source. The water source is not large, half an acre in square, and it is crystal clear, sparkling under the scorching sun.

Strangely, there was a small wooden sign standing beside the water source, and a line of small characters was engraved under a long string of incomprehensible runes: Defiler dies.

During this journey, the soldiers often saw Gaochang's army god making mischief.

Who cares?

The soldiers were very happy and hurriedly let the poultry tested to drink first.

After waiting for a cup of tea, the people and horses flocked away.

Qian Zuisheng stood far away on the high slope, Mo Zhuang said: "Your Majesty, the water is so clear, may I fetch you a pot?"

Even though there was still half of the pot of water, Qian Zuisheng was still unwilling to brush off Mo Zhuang's kindness, so he nodded.

Mo Zhuang smiled, clamped his horse's belly, and swooped towards the water source.

Nuo on the side fired firewood teeth.

Before leaving, Jiang Xianjing specifically asked Nu Yi not to walk five steps away from Qian Zui Sheng.

Seeing the soldiers playing in the water with bare arms one by one, Nu Yi was extremely envious.

Qian Zuisheng was different from Jiang Xianjing, he was always strict.

Even though he saw everything in his eyes, if Nu Yi didn't take the initiative to ask for it, he would definitely not reward him with grace.

"Your Majesty, the water is so cold!" Mo Zhuang laughed loudly, holding the kettle with one arm.

Wei Cang was also affected: "General, watch out for your feet."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Zhuang was thrown upside down, and he and his horse fell on the sandy ground.

It made Nu Yi giggle.

"General, am I right? Haha." Wei Cang also laughed heartily.

Qian Zuisheng also raised the corners of his lips, but Mo Zhuang didn't get up for a long time.

It was Qian Zuisheng who first realized something was wrong, and he walked up to Mo Zhuang after a few ups and downs.

The capture the flag under Mo Zhuang's crotch has completely entered the quicksand, the capture the flag is eager to protect the Lord, and he remains motionless, allowing his body to slide down little by little.

He raised his head high, arching Mo Zhuang's head upwards.

Mo Zhuang's eyes were red, he was holding the reins tightly in his hands, and he was biting Qianzuisheng's water bottle tightly in his mouth.

The speed of the sinking of one person and one horse kept accelerating.

Qian Zuisheng had no point of strength under his feet, at the very moment, he stepped on the belly of the horse, pulled Mo Zhuang up into the air and swept towards the high slope.

Capture the Flag didn't even let out a whimper, and quietly disappeared into the quicksand.

Qian Zuisheng and Mo Zhuang stumbled and stood firm, and when they turned their heads, everyone was dumbfounded.

The pool of crystal clear water seemed to come to life suddenly, and was disappearing little by little.

The yellow sand on both sides of the bank rolled up strangely, flowing forward like boiling water.

The soldiers by the water source had no time to retreat, and the wailing for help rang out in an instant.

Mo Zhuang hurriedly commanded the generals behind him: "Quick... Hurry up and save people..."

But was interrupted by a cold male voice beside him: "No, it's too late."

Wei Cang thumped his thigh heavily, turning his face away.

But Qian Zuisheng kept watching, watching those generals struggle before they died.

Some were panicked, some were desperate and resigned to their fate, and some were full of anger...