Tin Aino did not struggle. She quietly lay beside Yang Fan. Her face was covered in dust, her complexion haggard, and her chapped lips were bloodshot. However, she still looked delicate and delicate.
"Erlang, don't waste your energy … …"
She suddenly spoke. Her voice was very clear, and there was no longer that feeling of stupidity. Yang Fan could not help but turn his head to look at her. The confusion and fear in Tin Aino's eyes had disappeared. Her eyes seemed to have recovered their clarity.
She raised her face and looked at the gloomy sky. Listening to the whistling wind, she suddenly smiled at Yang Fan. Her smile was very peaceful. "We are really going to die … …"
This time, Yang Fan did not refute her words. He only stubbornly moved over and hugged her body. He wanted to pull her up, but his strength was almost exhausted.
"Erlang, do you know?"
"En?"
Yang Fan lowered his head. Tin Aino weakly nestled in his arms. She gently raised her hand and caressed his cheeks that had been polished by the sand. She weakly said, "Do you know, I think … … I like you."
Yang Fan wanted to smile, but he could only grin. He felt a burst of pain from his chapped lips. His cheeks were so numb that he could no longer smile.
"It's true."
Tin Aino leaned into his arms and closed her eyes. She softly said, "I have never cared about someone so much. I worry about him, miss him, like to know about him, like to inquire about him, like to look at him, like to think about him … …"
Tin Aino said to this point. She gently opened her eyes and gazed at Yang Fan. She softly said, "This is probably what it means to like someone. Erlang, do you … … like me, just a little bit? "
Yang Fan nodded his head. He nodded his head forcefully. Tin Aino smiled. That little face covered in dust, when she smiled, it was like a quietly blooming epiphyllum. It was quiet and holy. "I once said, people don't love slaves. Tin Aino! But today … … even the heavens don't love me … … "
Tin Aino slightly turned her head to look at the gray sky. She then turned to Yang Fan. She gazed at his face. Her fingers gently rubbed the stubble on his chin. She quietly said, "Fortunately, there is still you who love me. You really love me, right?"
Yang Fan nodded his head forcefully. His throat was dry and his eyes were hot.
The Tian Ai Nu heaved a sigh of relief and said softly, "I can't do it anymore. You should leave by yourself. I only beg you … to bury me. Bury me deep. I don't want to be eaten by humans or birds … I'm scared … I'm really scared … "
"… …" Under the sand dune, Aino had fallen asleep.
In the past few days, she had not slept at all. When she had completely given up, the demon in her heart was no longer effective. She had already calmly accepted death. She was only asleep and breathing weakly, but once she slept, it was very likely that she would never wake up.
Yang Fan hugged her tightly in his arms. He wanted to cry but had no tears.
Yang Fan gently put Tin Aino down. He took out the knife from his waist. He wanted to dig a deep hole while he still had some strength. He wanted to bury both him and Tin Aino inside.
Many years ago, when he was still a child, he had dug a grave for Niuniu's mother. The sorrow he felt then was completely different. Now, he was digging a grave for himself.
Many years ago, when he was still a child, he had once dug the grave for Niuniu's mother. The sorrow at that time was completely different from his current mood. Now, he was digging his own grave.
"Cha! Cha! Cha! "
In the moaning wind, there was only the sound of the cold blade stabbing into the sand. It was dry, monotonous, and cold.
The wind seemed to soften. It blew on his face. It was slightly cold.
It was not cold. It was really a kind of chill.
Yang Fan gently wiped his cheeks with the back of his palm. He felt a touch of wetness. "Did I cry?" Yang Fan stopped the knife and raised his face. Another piece of something stuck to his cheeks. It quickly turned into a wet mark. Yang Fan was stunned. After a while, he suddenly dropped the knife and climbed up the sand dune with his hands and feet.
Yang Fan climbed up the sand dune, gasping for breath. The wind blew against his face, making him feel cold! It was really cold, damp and moist!
A snowflake hit his face again. Yang Fan touched his cheeks and suddenly laughed.
He laughed and rolled down the sand dune. He rushed to Tin Aino's side. He picked her up and shouted, "Ah Nu! It's snowing! It's snowing! We are at the edge. Let's go out! Ah Nu? "
A 'Nu's body seemed to be frozen stiff. No matter how loudly Yang Fan shouted, she still didn't speak or move. Her consciousness had already fallen asleep. Apart from an undetectable wisp of breath, she was now no different from a corpse.
Yang Fan patted her frozen face and shouted, "Ah Nu! Ah Nu! "
Tin Aino still did not respond. She was very hungry, thirsty, and sleepy. She no longer had to worry about the fear of not having food. She wanted to sleep in a world without hunger.
The snow was really coming.
It was getting heavier and heavier. Some snowflakes were blown by the wind and rolled into the sand valley. Although it was not much, it brought hope.
But Tin Aino still did not wake up …
…
Tin Aino fell asleep.
She could no longer feel the cold, the hunger, the thirst, or the fear. In her dream, she vaguely returned to her carefree childhood. She happily chased the chickens in the yard, making them squeak as they ran around.
Her mother chased after her with a bowl of hot porridge. She laughed and scolded her angrily, telling her to stop eating. She suddenly smelled a fragrant aroma and immediately felt hungry, so she obediently stopped eating.
The porridge was very fragrant and sweet. She held the bowl and swallowed the porridge in big mouthfuls. Suddenly, a swarm of locusts flew over. The ground cracked, and the trees were all eaten. There was not a single drop of porridge left in the bowl. The whole yard was ruined and empty.
"No!"
Tin Aino screamed and opened her eyes. Then, she found that she was still lying in the cold desert in Yang Fan's arms. Yang Fan was half squatting, holding her. His wrist was right next to her mouth. Tin Aino felt a fishy and sweet taste in her mouth. It was … the taste of blood.
"You … you …"
Tin Aino suddenly understood, "He is saving me! He cut his wrist and used his blood to save me! "
Yang Fan saw that she woke up and was pleasantly surprised, "Ah Nu! We are saved! We are already at the edge! Look, look, it's snowing, there are really snowflakes! "
Tin Aino did not look at the sky at all, nor did she feel if there were snowflakes. She threw herself into Yang Fan's arms and burst into tears.
She was not afraid of death. What she was afraid of was not hunger. What she was afraid of was the kind of family and humanity that had been completely wiped out by hunger! In that hunger, people turned into beasts. They ate others and even ate their own relatives. She could not forget the helplessness, fear, sadness and despair when she was pushed into the dry well by her father.
That scene, became an unconquerable heart demon that had been buried deep in her heart!
At this moment, that heart demon was finally completely destroyed by Yang Fan's blood. The ice in her heart finally melted. These were tears of joy, tears of the knot in her heart was finally untied. The heavy burden that had been pressing on her heart was finally relieved. She cried her heart out, as if all the years of suffering had been poured out at this moment …
…
Exhausted, the two of them stood up again and supported each other as they walked towards the direction where the snowflakes were coming from.
In fact, there were two things that Yang Fan did not understand.
One was that his blood could not quench Tin Aino's thirst. It was not the problem of the salt in the blood that people usually thought. How much salt was there in the blood? More than 90% of it was water. The problem was that unless you cut your artery and poured all your blood into someone else's, that little bit of water was not enough to save a person's life.
However, Tin Aino's will was mainly broken. When the warm blood woke her up, when she saw that Yang Fan was willing to give up his life for her, the knot in her heart was untied, and she also had the will and courage to live.
The second thing that Yang Fan did not know was that it was not always snowing in the desert. The snowy area might not necessarily be at the edge of the desert. But fortunately, they had indeed walked to the edge of the desert.
The two of them supported each other and walked for half the night. The sand under their feet was white, and there was already a layer of snow. They ate some snow, replenished their water and strength, and continued walking. When the two of them could not hold on any longer, their feet stepped on solid ground.
In front of them was a desert, and there was a yurt in the desert. The two of them almost fell on the soft snow at the same time, and their hearts immediately calmed down …
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Flying Fox Pass was the first pass of the Turks' southern invasion of Longyou. The Baiting Army had a total of fifteen thousand soldiers, of which five thousand were stationed at Flying Fox Pass, and the other ten thousand were stationed at Mingwei Garrison. In front of Mingwei Garrison were two lakes, Xiutu Swamp and Riting Sea, which were connected to Liangzhou through the Macheng River.
The Great Wall was built at Mingwei Garrison according to the geographical situation. This was the first solid line of defense for the Liangzhou army. However, there were two lakes in front of Mingwei Garrison, and the surrounding water and grass were very lush. Some small tribes that belonged to the Tang dynasty lived here, so the Tang army extended the first line of defense to Flying Fox Pass. Unless a large Turkic army arrived, small troops or horse bandits would not be able to enter and raid the border residents.
The Flying Fox Pass was a gap formed by the Helan Mountain Range. As the gap was relatively large, the terrain on both sides of the pass was relatively flat. If one wanted to build a castle here to connect the two mountains, it would require a huge amount of manpower and resources, as well as a lot of money. Therefore, no one had built a castle here. Otherwise, Liangzhou's first line of defense would have been established here long ago.
The two mountains in Flying Fox Pass had a military camp with five thousand soldiers, specially set up to deal with small raiding Turkic tribes and horse bandits. The commander in charge was a Yingyang Lieutenant General named Xu Yisheng. Lieutenant General Xu Yisheng was in his early thirties, with handsome features and three strands of mustache on his chin. He looked elegant and had the demeanor of a scholarly general.
At this moment, Xu Yisheng had his hands behind his back, suspiciously walking around a few Turkic men who were tied up in front of him.
These men dressed in Turkic attire were Gao Sheji, Big Bear, Yan Zhihe and the others.
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