The sky is bright summer on the banks of the Red River

Chapter 065

After understanding the meaning of Ming Xia's words and what she was going to do next, Danilanga nodded happily: "Of course I don't mind. On the contrary, I will be very happy to have such an ally."

The Trier tribe, a local native with thousands of people, is arrogant and arrogant, but they have this capital.Don't miss out on such a good opportunity right now.As long as one of the old natives becomes a friendly alliance, one can imagine how happy life will be in the desert in the future.The tree is big to enjoy the shade, tsk, it is a good choice.

Danilanga and Ming Xia looked at each other, and after they read the same thoughts in each other's eyes, they hit it off immediately, and he said: "Well, why don't we go now, the Trier tribe's camp is not far from us. It’s far away, and it will take half a day to ride a horse.”

"Okay. But before we go, we also need to bring some gifts." Ming Xia pondered for a while, "Go back to your tribe first, prepare the horses and entourage, and discuss this matter with your father."

After the two made up their plan, they turned around and walked back towards the tent camp.

Seeing Croja who was busy, Danilanga pulled him into the felt tent, and explained the matter to him in detail, and the father and son murmured about the possibility of this matter.

Ming Xia went to the yurt prepared for them by the Naville tribe, called Ihabi and Erin and said, "I am going to visit the Trier tribe together with the Naville tribe, Ihabi, please come with me." , Erin, you stay in Naville."

Erin was worried about Ming Xia, and murmured loudly: "Patriarch, someone in the Trier tribe is infected with seven-day fever. Is it really okay for you to go like this?"

When Ihabi heard the news, his eyes rolled, and he quickly asked: "Could it be that the patriarch wants to take this opportunity to show favor to the Trier tribe and pull the Naville tribe to form an alliance with the Trier tribe? ! "

Ming Xia thought to himself: My thoughts are so prominently written on my face, do I still need to ask?So he smiled lightly and said: "Of course, find a big tree to rely on, so that you can enjoy the shade in the future."

Since I want to show my goodwill, of course I have to give something to express my heart.Right now, what the Trier tribe needs most is medicinal materials for the prevention and treatment of seven-day fever.Ming Xia didn't lack this, so he simply waved his hand in front of the two of them, made a lot of fresh grass root and Senli Guangcao that he had prepared earlier in the storage earrings, made several hemp bags and piled them in the felt tent, saying : "Ihabi, you arrange manpower to fix these things and let the camels take them there later. This is what they need most now."

Ming Xia's discussion is almost over, and the news from Danilanga has also come. The chief of Croa also intends to transfer the method Ming Xia wrote to him to the Trier tribe, but he must first give it to Ming Xia. say hello

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After the troops on both sides were ready, Ming Xia didn't want to waste time, so together with Danilanga and the people of the two tribes, they rode camels and horses and headed towards the current camp of the Trier tribe.

But no one expected that on the way of this visit, they met a person strangely, a dying person.

In the vast desert, the rolling sand dunes reflect the fiery eyes, and the gold is dazzling.

The scorching sun above the head became more and more scorching. Except for Ming Xia, who was wearing a blue cryolite to cool down, he didn't feel anything, the rest of the entourage felt extremely hot.

They were so hot that they were about to stop and rest.I don't know who in the team saw it, but they made a loud noise, stretched out their arms on horseback and pointed to the front and shouted: "Look, there seems to be a caravan killed in front!"

This sound made everyone's eyes widen curiously. Following the direction of his finger, everyone suppressed the idea of ​​resting. Instead, they rode their horses and whips, and drove the camels towards the caravan at high speed.

It wasn't until Ming Xia and his group approached that they realized how shocking the scene before them was.

The blood on the ground was soaked in the yellow sand, and the patches that were baked into black by the scorching sun scattered scattered on this sandbar, just like the deadly black butterflies flying out of the Temple of the Underworld in the Sumerian mythology. Earth, absolutely no life survived.There were corpses and broken bodies all over the ground, the carts turned on their backs, and the air was filled with a thick and oppressive atmosphere of death. The fine sand moving with the wind had gradually begun to bury the bodies of these new undead.

Ming Xia felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, suppressed the urge to vomit, and whispered to Ihabi who was beside him, "Go and see if there are any survivors. These corpses should have been victimized not long ago, probably this morning or Earlier." After speaking, she let the camel kneel down, and she rolled over from the camel's back.

Seeing the patriarch, the people behind him also began to look for the lucky ones who might win the harvest of the death scythe on the ruined corpses all over the ground.Perhaps everyone knew that there was little hope, so the movement of turning over the corpse became rude.

What attracted them even more was the supplies all over the floor. At first glance, they were items only available to the noble class.

Scattered on the boxes on the ground, there are familiar abstract totems of stags and leopards. The extremely familiar color distribution and decoration styles make Ming Xia feel a bad premonition. This premonition suddenly hits with coldness. In her heart, she shivered strangely in this desert that was about to roast people to death.

Immediately, worry appeared on her brows, and she immediately said loudly to the humans who were rummaging through the corpses looking for a living: "Be careful, maybe, we will really meet

the survivors. "

Sure enough, when she searched through the pile of dead people herself, she found a familiar face—Senasha.The spear that pierced the chest missed the heart, and there was not much bleeding.This scene made Ming Xia's mind forget the comic scene for many years, and the unlucky prince seemed to drink wine mixed with medicinal powder before he died, which led to the sneak attack.

This scene made Ming Xia curse endlessly in her heart: going out and not looking at the almanac, you deserve to be unlucky.How can I forget this key point? In history, the death of the prince caused so much trouble to the Bedouin herdsmen by the butterfly effect. How many herdsmen died tragically under the blade of Xitai soldiers.

Thinking of this, Ming Xia felt that cold sweat was breaking out on her forehead. She had never expected a person to live no matter what, and this person was Sai Nasha.

Maybe it's because his fate is really great, or maybe it's because he met Ming Xia who was spoiled by the script, and the trajectory of his fate changed this time, so he has hope of life.

When Ming Xia stretched out his hand to touch his breath, he could clearly feel his weak breathing.This made Ming Xia ecstatic, and quickly grabbed his wrist buried under the yellow sand, and took his pulse and signs.God, a miracle, a miracle indeed, maybe the Bedouin just didn't deserve this planned disaster.

Thinking of this, Ming Xia became excited, and shouted loudly: "Daniranga, Ihabi, come and save someone, there is a person here who still has breath." Hearing the excitement and trembling in Ming Xia's voice, Ihabi and Danilanga hurried over.Ihabi stayed in the West Terrace before, and when he saw Senasana wearing the prince's casual clothes, his eyes widened in shock, and he whispered: "God, this is terrible!" After finishing speaking, he shut up wisely , Hurry up and get ready to help save people.

Only Danilanga, who didn't know the details, was a little puzzled. He wanted to say something, but when Ihabi summoned people to carry the man with a spear piercing his chest, he fell silent.

Ming Xia thought of the importance of Senasa's life, just like the last time he saved Danilanga, he took out a pill from the storage earrings in an instant, pinched it in his hand, and stuffed it into the mouth of His Royal Highness before they were about to move. Here, it's just that the pills this time are much better than those given to Danilanga last time.

She didn't want Supiruluma I to use Senasa's death as an excuse to encircle the desert herdsmen while he was fighting Egypt.We all know that the desert herdsmen in this area seem to be poor, but they are actually rich. The flocks, camels, horses, etc. they snatched back are enough for them to be excited for a long time.

"What should we do now?" Seeing the scene in front of him, Danilanga guessed in his heart that he could only take him back.

Ming Xia looked at him, shrugged, and said helplessly: "Of course I took this person back. When I go back, I'm telling you something.

big event.Danilanga, it might be better to save this man than to ally with Trier. After finishing speaking, she stared at Danilanga, and the calmness in her eyes must have made Danilanga trust.

Saving people was the most important thing, so this group of people quickly turned their horses and walked back.But right now the sun is the most poisonous, so it is not suitable for traveling, so I have to set up a simple felt tent to hide and rest for a while.Ming Xia took advantage of this time to let Danilanga stay outside, and Ihabi was his assistant, just like when he rescued Cloton last time, he swiftly pulled out the murder weapon from Senasa's chest. Also by the way, it was simply bandaged.However, it was extravagant to feed a lot of diluted purple jade spring water to the prince who once had a friendship, but now the lives of all the Bedouin herdsmen are in danger.

After being able to ensure that he would not die, Ming Xia breathed a sigh of relief.Slumped on the wool carpet spread on the sand, sighed: "Ihabi, we may have to live in Naville for some days. You pass this news to Deporte and let them take care of the oasis, don't Worry about us."

After staggering the most vicious moment of the sun above their heads, the group hurriedly got up and went back to the camp of the Neville tribe.

That night, a bright moon hung high in the vast sky in the desert. Under the clear light, Naville's felt tent was restless.

Because of the wound, he fell into a coma with a high fever, and the delirious Prince Senasa spit out some names intermittently, which made Ihabi who was standing by the side terrified.

In the main yurt of the old patriarch Croja of Naville, Ming Xia was talking to him about this matter.

"Patriarch Croa, I won't hide it from you. I know the identity of the man I rescued. He is Prince Senasa who is stationed in Kaneka in the West Terrace. He is the one who went to Egypt to marry this time." Ming Xia now She doesn't need Ihabi to investigate the news for her, she knows what's going on in this plot better than anyone else.

"So, what is Patriarch Tadem's next plan?" He pondered for a while, and said, "Although we have rescued this prince, there is no news about him to the two countries of West Taiwan and Egypt. It must be What caused the war, once the war breaks out, the most unlucky ones are us herdsmen who migrate here. But if we simply send them back to Xitai, we will inevitably be bitten by Xitai, which is really difficult ah."

It's not easy to pick up hot potatoes, but if you don't pick them up now, you have to pick them up, and you have to bring together the leaders of several big tribes.

"Since the Croa patriarch knows the importance of the situation, I think, why not contact all the various patriarchs around here, and it is better for everyone to gather together to discuss than we alone. Or, let's come forward together and resolve this matter. In this way, the possibility of taking a bite out of Xitai can be somewhat avoided." Ming Xia suggested.

The Croa patriarch did not answer, but quietly meditated.