Yang Fan's saber wasn't any better than this Turkic soldier's, but even weapons forged from the same furnace could display different might in the hands of different people. Speed, strength, angle of attack, and the choice of where the weapons should be cut could turn a divine weapon into scrap metal, but it could also turn scrap metal into a divine weapon.
With a single slash, Yang Fan had severed the Turkic soldier's saber and even split his head in two.
Seeing that Yang Fan had boldly returned to reinforce them, the valiant Turkic soldiers put away their bows and unsheathed their sabers. Like a pack of wolves, they charged forward.
There were more than ten of them, and they loved the feeling of tearing someone to shreds.
Clang clang clang!
Yang Fan's saber moved like lightning, knocking aside three sabers in a row and slicing off a piece of flesh from another Turkic soldier's face. Reaching out, he pulled the Turkic soldier he was trying to save onto his horse.
As soon as his hands clenched, Yang Fan felt that the other party's palms were soft and slender, not at all like those of a man's. He couldn't help but be taken aback, but he had no time to think. With a light wave of his saber, he knocked aside two more sabers that were stabbing at him. His buttocks left the back of his horse, and with a slash of his saber, he cut off the arm of a Turkic soldier. Flicking the saber-wielding arm behind him, he shouted, "Take it!"
As soon as he said this, he realized that the person behind him might not understand his words. Unexpectedly, the person behind him didn't say a word, but instead, caught the severed arm and drew his saber.
Yang Fan was reassured. The two of them rode on the same horse, their sabers flying left and right, and began to fight with the dozen or so Turkic soldiers.
In this chaotic battle, with sabers and spears at the same time, Yang Fan couldn't use his godly martial arts techniques like before. The two sides were in a melee, and no moves were of any use. They could only use the most direct slashes and stabs, competing in speed, strength, and agility.
The two of them attacked left and right and beheaded three more people from their horses. Looking back, they saw that the Goosakis and the others were already far away. They could only see a faint black dot on the horizon. Yang Fan urged his horse and said, "Let's go!"
The two of them turned their horses around and fought their way out of the encirclement, fleeing into the wilderness. However, they did not flee in the direction of Kosheki and the others. The enemy had not been shaken off yet, so Yang Fan could not lure the enemy there.
Seeing the two of them escape, the Turkic soldiers knew of their bravery from the chaotic battle. Not daring to rely on their superior numbers, the Turkic soldiers took out their bows and nocked their bowstrings to shoot at them. As the arrows flew past the two, Tian Ai Nu used her saber to protect herself and struck the eagle feathers.
Yang Fan saw that the two of them were riding together and the speed of the horses was not fast. Arrows were flying around them and if they were not careful, the two of them would be pierced by the other party's arrows. He was secretly anxious.
Behind him, Tin Aino suddenly shouted, "Go that way, charge into the sand dunes and shake them off!"
At this time, she did not conceal her voice. When Yang Fan heard the familiar female voice, he could not help but exclaim, "Ah Nu? You are Ah Nu? "
"Swoosh!"
Another arrow brushed past him. The Tian Ai Nu nudged him with her elbow and said angrily, "Hurry up and leave!"
Yang Fan did not have time to ask again and immediately urged his horse to charge into the sand dunes. At this time, a large number of men and horses were also chasing over. Seeing them and their pursuers rushing into the sand dunes one after another, they immediately followed.
Seven or eight Turks chased into the sand dunes. The rolling sand dunes provided excellent concealment. Their bows and arrows were useless in such a terrain. The Turks hung their bows and arrows, pulled out their sabers and looked around. Suddenly, someone pointed forward and shouted, "There!"
Hearing the voice, everyone looked over and saw the shadow of a horse disappear into the sand dunes in a flash. They immediately took up their horses and chased after it.
"Where did it go?"
A few of the Turkic soldiers were standing on the sand dune, surveying their surroundings. All of a sudden, the sand beside them moved and a huge cloud of sand flew towards them. Behind the cloud of sand were two gleaming blades. Yang Fan and the Tian Ai Nu, who had buried themselves in the sand, suddenly attacked together. Two of the Turkic soldiers who were caught off guard fell off their horses and the two of them leaped onto their horses.
"Kill!"
The two of them shouted in unison and urged their horses forward. On the sand dunes, the flashes of sabers and shadows of swords clashed.
A Turk's saber was knocked away and he hurriedly fell off his horse. Only then did he escape the danger of having his abdomen sliced open. He rolled down the sand dune and climbed up pathetically. He saw one of his comrades sitting on a horse with a saber in one hand and the other covering his throat. His body swayed a few times and suddenly fell down the sand dune on his back. He slid halfway down the sand dune and stopped, blood gushing out from his throat.
The Turk crawled over on all fours and snatched the saber from his dead comrade's hand. Carefully, he climbed up the sand dune and saw a pile of corpses. In the distance, two warhorses had just passed through a hilly area. He looked at the corpses on the ground in a daze and turned his head back, only to see a large group of pursuers sweeping up a cloud of dust and charging towards them …
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"Ah Nu, why are you here?"
Under a sand dune, Yang Fan who stopped to catch her breath looked in surprise at Tin Aino who was dressed as a man.
Tin Aino was seriously inspecting the contents of the sacks on the back of the horse. After a round of inspection, Tin Aino turned around and said: "There is not much water and food in their sacks. We cannot stay in the desert for long. If there is a storm or a cloudy day, we will easily lose our way. Before we can get out, we will die of hunger or thirst here."
Yang Fan pointed at her lips and said: "Your beard!"
Half of Tian Ai Nu's moustache had fallen off during the fight, leaving only the other half sticking to his lips. Tian Ai Nu reached out and tore off the remaining half of his moustache. He glared at Yang Fan and said, "Did you hear me?"
Yang Fan asked: "Is it that Young Master Jiang who asked you to spy on Shen Mu?"
Tin Aino snorted and did not answer.
Yang Fan revealed a trace of smile and said softly: "I did not expect you to be here. Ah Nu, you will save me. I … am very …"
The Tian Ai Nu suddenly interrupted him and said stiffly, "You've saved my life, and I'm just trying to repay your kindness. Let's not talk about this anymore. We need to leave this place while the sun is still up. Otherwise, we'll be in trouble if we get lost in the desert."
Yang Fan's understanding of the desert was far less than Tin Aino. He did not have her cautious attitude. He smiled indifferently and walked a few steps forward. He pulled the reins and said: "Okay, then we … we will now …"
Just as he said this, Yang Fan's smile froze on his face. He was silent for a moment and took a deep breath. He turned to Tin Aino and said: "I am afraid … we have to continue to escape into the depths of the desert."
"Why?"
Tin Aino followed his gaze and couldn't help but be stunned. After a moment, he rushed to another horse and said loudly: "Let's go!"
In the distance, a mixed team of knights composed of horses and camels had appeared on several sand ridges. It was not a caravan in the desert. There were no boxes of goods on the backs of the camels. There was only a knight and a knife. They were the warriors sent by Bayegu to search for them.
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The desert climate was like a child's face. It was changeable.
In the evening of the same day, a strong wind blew. The strong wind carried an overwhelming amount of yellow sand, turning the entire world into a chaotic mess. The two of them covered their faces with a sand towel and hurried on their way in the midst of the chaos.
The wind and sand helped them. Bayegu's pursuers completely lost their target, but they also lost their direction in the desert. In the desert without stars, moon, and sun, there were similar sand dunes everywhere. It could not be used as a reference. Even if you were familiar with the desert, you could not distinguish north from south with your naked eyes without the help of external objects.
It was late at night and the wind was still blowing. Yang Fan and Tin Aino rested under a sand dune.
Although Yang Fan had lived in the grassland desert for more than two months, he rarely went deep into the desert. Occasionally, he went to the edge of the desert. There was an experienced guide to arrange everything. The team also carried enough water and food. Therefore, he had no idea how terrible the power of heaven and earth in the desert was.
The two escaped from the pursuers and fought against the wind and sand. They were exhausted by the time they got here. The two horses belonged to Bayegu's bodyguard. Bayegu just went out of the city to give a farewell dinner to the army. Therefore, the bodyguard had nothing in his bag for a long journey. There was not enough water and food, and there was no sleeping bag for camping in the wild.
The exhausted Yang Fan really wanted to sleep, but the desert night was too cold. His leather robe was frozen stiff, as if it had become a heavy armor. If he lay on the ground, he was afraid that he would become a frozen corpse before dawn. The sleepy Yang Fan could only hug the horse's neck, snuggle up to it, and doze like a horse.
The half-asleep Yang Fan was awakened by the cold. When he woke up, he found that Tin Aino was not asleep. She stood in the sand, looking up at the gray sky that was still windy. Although it was dark and he could not see her face clearly, from her lonely back, Yang Fan could feel her deep worry in her heart.
Yang Fan stood up, patted off the thick layer of sand that had fallen on his body, and walked over. He had never seen such a scene before. Sand dunes that were dozens of feet high surrounded him, and the wind raged through the dunes, making wolf-like howls. However, the lower part of the dunes was very quiet, and there was no wind at all.
Yang Fan raised his head and could see the gray 'night sky' faintly flowing over his head. In truth, it was not a night sky, but a scene of fierce winds sweeping sand across the dunes.
Yang Fan pulled down the cloth covering his face and whispered, "What's wrong?"
Tin Aino whispered back, "The weather is terrible. I'm worried that there won't be any sunlight tomorrow morning."
Yang Fan could hear the deep worry and fear in her voice. He did not understand why this heroine, who was skilled in martial arts and dared to single-handedly pursue them to the Turks and kill people in Xueyantuo City, had suddenly become so timid.
He frowned and disapprovingly said, "It's only a day's journey into the desert, right? Even if there's no food or water, we can just go back the way we came. We won't starve to death even if we don't eat or drink for a day. Besides, we still have two bags of wine and some dried meat. "
Tin Aino lightly shook her head and worriedly said, "You don't understand the desert. If the wind doesn't stop, if we don't see the sun or the stars, we might get lost in the desert …"
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