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The news reported by Li Wuling quickly spread among the soldiers, and everyone seemed to see that Bayanhot was waving at him. The soldiers were enthusiastically punished, their tired bodies tremblingly injected great strength, the whole army worked together, stepped out a muddy path in the forest, overcame thorns, and it took two hours to arrive at the source of the stream that Li Wuling talked about. .

This huge lake is located between several towering peaks of Helan Mountain. Thousands of years of water alluvial, forming a majestic canyon between the mountain peaks, rubble lined, difficult and dangerous. This Tianchi is right in the middle of the canyon, covering an area of ​​more than tens of acres. It is like a clear spring that has fallen from the sky. The clear lake water is rippling with blue waves, reflecting the shadows of people. A few small underground springs not far away are spewing hot air, and the smoke is curling up, and it seems to be a little closer to the sky.

The lake water flows slowly along the canyon, gently flapping against the rocks on the shore under the breeze, making a soft sound, like a harmonious and peaceful poem. This Tianchi inlaid on the top of Helan Mountain is ethereal and quiet, without a trace of dust, it is a holy place that no one has ever visited.

Lin Wanrong took a sip of the lake water, and the faint warm fragrance blew into his mouth and nose, like his mother's milk, which was unusually sweet.

"Brother Lin, how's it going, isn't it here?!" Li Wuling picked up the lake water and sprinkled it on his face, and smeared the water droplets indiscriminately, smiling triumphantly.

"That's it," Lin Wanrong suppressed his excitement as he looked at the lake in the distance, and said: "Only the pure and snow-like spring water on Helan Mountain can irrigate the fertile grasslands of Bayanhot. I'm sure, Hu Human fortress. Right in front of us."

Hu Bugui clapped his hands excitedly: "Then what are you waiting for, let's march in a hurry tonight, and we will walk another hundred miles in one go, and we will kill Bayanhot directly."

"Don't be rash and reckless." Lin Wanrong shook his head and said sternly: "We should have walked most of the way. The area of ​​Wangtianchi is so large. But it has never been discovered. Apart from being located on the top of the mountain, there must be natural dangers ahead. ...so no one can find it here."

Chief Gao nodded in agreement: "Then what should we do now, stay on the spot or move on?"

Three days had passed since Xu Zhiqing had given the ten-day deadline, and he had to arrive at Bayanhot within three days at the latest, including the time to return. If it is more than ten days, even if the surprise attack is successful, the Helan Mountain pass has been broken. At that time, the 8,000 of them will be cut off from retreat, and the fierce Turks will hunt and kill them like catching rabbits on the grassland. The remote desert is where the bones of these tens of thousands of children are buried.

Time waits for no one. Lin Wanrong sighed, gritted his teeth and said: "I can't set up camp yet, before the sun goes down. We have to bypass this Tianchi and advance another fifty miles. Brother Hu, ask the brothers to fill up the water bladders and the horses to drink their fill. , let's take another ride."

Hu Bugui understood his intentions.

Nod to go. Looking at the glittering lake in the sunset, Lin Wanrong stopped for a long time and waved his whip sharply. Go first.

The Tianchi Lake in Helan Mountain covers a vast area, and it has not been completely bypassed after walking along the lake shore for an hour. The further you go, the softer the ground under your feet becomes, and more and more silt is deposited. Everyone could only be careful with Li Yi's horse.

"Brother Hu, it doesn't seem to be very good." Lin Wanrong wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and Hu Bugui, who was beside Lala, looked around cautiously. The sound was very low. A dozen feet in front of them, Li Wuling and his scout team were exploring the way.

"What's wrong?" Hu Bugui asked in a low voice.

"Quiet, it's too quiet." Lin Wanrong swallowed and looked around anxiously. They have reached the end of the Tianchi Lake. In the dense forest in front of them, the ancient trees and pine needles fall to the ground, and a thick layer of felt is piled up. At sunset, it was supposed to be the time when weary birds returned to the woods, but there was a dead silence in the woods, except for their own breathing, no sound could be heard.

It is indeed too quiet. In such a big forest, you can't hear birds and insects, we can't see weeds and wildflowers, and when the sun sets, there is a strange yellow light shining in the woods. He got up and subconsciously pulled the sleeve of Gao Chief beside him. Before they could speak, they heard a sudden scream from the front: "Retreat, brothers, retreat, ah-"

The five or six scouts marching in front had just landed on their front feet, and their bodies fell straight forward. The cry of "ah" passed, and the swamp under the larch needles instantly revealed their dark mouths, which swallowed them in the blink of an eye. Body.

"It's a quagmire of death—stop, stop all." Hu Bugui's cry was a little late, and the dozen or so scouts who were at the forefront froze, and before they could blink, the mud drowned their heads.

"Dong Lizi--" Seeing that Li Wuling, who was at the end of the scout team, was empty-footed and his head arched straight into the swamp, Lin Wanrong was furious, and with a roar of fire, he rushed forward like a mad wolf.

The high chief who followed him suddenly burst into gall and angered: "Brother Lin can't do it, it's a quagmire—" Lin Wanrong moved very fast, and rushed over after brushing, the high chief couldn't hold him, he With a thud, he rushed forward and hugged Lin Wanrong's legs. The moment Lin Wanrong fell to the ground, he tightly grasped Xiao Lizi's hand.

Li Wuling was deeply immersed in the mud, the silt had sunk into his nose, and his face was flushed. He shook his head desperately, and his body struggled to sink.

"Dong Lizi, hold on!" Lin Wanrong screamed angrily, grabbing Li Wuling's hand with both hands, and pulling him up desperately. It's just that the quagmire has been accumulated for thousands of years, and it is very powerful. No matter how hard he exerts his whole body, Li Wuling's body still slowly sinks to the mud surface.

"I'm coming!" Hu Bugui shouted and threw himself on the mud, grabbing Li Wuling's other hand, and several soldiers behind him lay down on the ground, hugging Hu Bugui's legs tightly. With such a tendency to pull the radish, more than a dozen people worked together to drag Li Wuling's body out of the mud inch by inch.

Of the twenty or so scouts, only Li Wuling, who was at the end, was rescued. Li Wuling clenched his fists tightly, his face turned pale, looking at the quagmire where his comrades disappeared, his eyes filled with tears. In an instant, this carefree young man has matured a lot.

"Don't cry." Lin Wanrong's face was as black as ink. He silently picked up a large knife left in the swamp, stroked it for a long time, and handed it to Li Wuling. Remember, man, you only cry when you win."

Li Wuling wiped away his tears and snot, and the expression on his face instantly became solemn. Lin Wanrong nodded, patted him on the shoulder, and looked extremely solemn: "Write the names of these brothers here - if I can go back alive, I assure you that they will be the most honorable people in my Dahua."

Lin San's promise has never been in vain. This is a well-known truth. Li Wuling hummed gratefully and wiped away the tears, but his face was no longer innocent.

More than 20 good brothers were lost for no reason, and the atmosphere in the camp suddenly became dull. This swamp was the only way to the northwest and had to go. Hu Bugui organized a group of people to chop down trees overnight. Countless wooden boards were combined to increase the bearing area, and they were spread inch by inch along the swamp. The newly formed scout team stepped on the wooden board, cautiously and slowly, and walked forward for five or six miles before they walked out of the forest and stepped on the thick black soil.

After receiving the report from the scout, Lin Wanrong nodded lightly, looking at the swamp that engulfed more than 20 brothers, a fire-like flame flashed in his eyes.

"Salute to the fallen warriors - salute!" Lin Wanrong shouted.

"Swipe--", countless snow-white steel knives drew sharp arcs in unison, and held them high in front of the soldiers' chests. The glittering cold light broke through the forest peaks and went straight into the depths of the sky.

It was five o’clock the next day after the muddy obstacles, and the sky was still dark, and the plan to set up camp had already been ruined. Lin Wanrong simply didn't do anything, lined up the team, and advanced for dozens of miles in one breath.

"General Lin, look quickly -" Hu Bugui's cry woke up Lin Wanrong, who was still thinking. He looked up and saw that the clouds and mist under his feet were faint and bottomless, and it was actually an absolute cliff. On the opposite side, a towering mountain peaked at 30 feet, cutting straight into the sky, threatening the sky. Helan Mountain Tianchi rushes here. It fell vertically, forming a beautiful waterfall, Zhigua Jiutian, and the sound of rushing water hit the rocks. Incredibly crisp.

No way!!! Lin Wanrong's eyes widened, cold sweat dripping down. After spending so much time and energy, and sacrificing dozens of good brothers, he thought of crossing Helan Mountain, but he didn't expect it. A cliff ruined all hope.

"What's so good about this?" He shook his head speechlessly: "A cliff of bitterness and hatred!"

"No." Hu Bugui said anxiously: "It's not this cliff. Look, look into the distance—"

In the distance, a crescent moon is as white as snow. A faint light filled every corner of the desert grassland. The sky was dimly lit, and the morning star was either bright or dark, flickering faintly. Mixed in the distant sky and the earth, there is an unusually fiery little star, constantly flickering and flickering.

"Isn't it just a star, what is there to look at?" Gao Chief said hehe.

Hu Bugui hurriedly shook his head: "My brother Gao, you are confused, how could it be a star? That's the place we swear to find - Bayanhot!!!"

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"What, what did you say?! Bayanhot?!" Lin Wanrong was shocked. Grabbing Hu Bugui: "Brother Hu, that's not a star? How do you know it's Bayanhot?"

Hu Bugui smiled and said, "Brother Lin, when it comes to the customs of the Turks, you can't compare to me. The Turks live on horseback, ride hundreds of miles a night, and get lost in the desert steppe. It is a common occurrence. Each tribe will light a huge bonfire at night to point out the direction for the tribal warriors to return home. This bonfire is also a symbol of the strength of each tribe. The stronger the tribe, the bigger and brighter the bonfire. More, this custom has gradually evolved into lighting a bonfire at an important pass. Judging from the orientation, the brightest 'star' you see is in the northwest, it should be Bayanhot. Look at this distance, it should be A hundred miles away."

That is Bayanhot?! Lin Wanrong's excitement cannot be described in words. At the most desperate time, the sudden appearance of the destination surprised him, but also ignited a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Staring silently at the fiery red "star, for a long time, Lin Wanrong squeezed his palm tightly and turned his eyes to the opposite cliff: "Brother Gao, do you know how to shoot arrows?"

Chief Gao said boldly, "Brother Lin, didn't I tell you that I'm an all-rounder?!"

"Okay!" Lin Wanrong yelled, and took the strong bow and crossbow from Hu Bugui and handed it to the old master: "Brother Gao, if you see the big tree on the opposite side, shoot through him!"

This strong crossbow was remodeled, with a length of extremely thick rope tied to the back, as many as several dozen feet, and it was heavily coiled on the ground.

Gao Chief was surprised: "Brother Lin, you mean we slipped along the rope? But what about the war horse?"

Lin Wanrong clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "At this time, I can't take care of that much anymore. Bayanhot is the granary of the Turks, and I think there is no shortage of horses! Brother Gao, you just need to answer me, can you go?"

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Chief Gao nodded vigorously: "Grab a Turkic warhorse, rob a Turkic woman - I have been training hard for thirty years, and I can finally come in handy. Look at my divine arrow, shoot it--"

With a roar, he pulled the strong crossbow and lifted the bow to shoot. The flying arrow galloped fast with the rope, and with a loud bang, it hit the trunk of the old tree opposite, and the arrow body disappeared completely.

"Good Kung Fu!" Lin Wanrong praised and took the lead in applauding.

Gao Chief laughed and shot two more ropes, both of which were on target. He tied the rope around his waist, clasped his fists towards everyone, slipped his body, and ran towards the opposite cliff as fast as a shooting star.

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