Pirate’s Infinite Wings

The prosperity of all countries and the rise and fall of the Silk Road all depended on this trade route between east and west. Once it was interrupted, it would indeed be a huge loss for the Tang Dynasty. In addition, he also controlled Gaochangguo and participated in the attack on Yanqi under the control of zh. Yanqi sent envoys to the Tang Dynasty for help. The Tang Dynasty always wanted to send troops to attack the Western Turks, but Zheng Guandi Li Shiming was in charge of peace and did not want war. After years of failing to reach a peaceful policy, he finally sent troops to attack Gaochang.

Fang Lang understood the situation, and the military conspiracy between the two sides did not go too far. Soon, Fang Lang appeared in front of a flower, and the army slowly disappeared. In a fog, he suddenly felt the pain tearing his whole body. The intense sting made him suddenly sober. Fang Lang woke up, but found that his whole body was suppressed by stones, and he couldn't move at all. The left arm appeared to be numb and he arched twice in pain. But the stone seems heavy. He was panting, and the right hand spurted out strength, the stone was suddenly lifted by him, and there was a deafening echo in the open valley. Fang Lang struggled to sit up. He felt as if he had lost his left hand. He touched it with his hand and it was still there, but he felt nothing. It's like a dry stick hanging from your body, coming entirely out of your own body.

He lit a dim soul, and looked at his left hand under the blue light, which he could not stand. The entire palm is now crushed by the boulder, the flesh is blurred, the flesh on the fingers sticks to the ground, the bones have been crushed a long time ago, the arm moves slightly, and the entire palm can be completely folded. He had drawn three or four large holes in his shoulders up to his elbows, and his pale bones could be seen with every movement of his arms.

He looked at the ground and saw him sitting in a pool of blood, covered with blood, full of gravel, and in many places, not only blood, but floating flesh.

This Fang Lang suddenly felt dizzy in his brain and lost a lot of blood, which reduced his physical strength to a very low level. He writhed his back, sat down against a rock, and bit off a long piece of cloth between his right arm, wrapping his almost useless hand in layers.

There was no fear in his eyes, nor did he feel heartache that he might lose his hand, his eyes were calm, calm as water. But there was a tenacity in that calm, and he wanted to get out of this place. You cannot die here.

With a layer of entanglement, Fang Lang breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, there is no strength in the body, not even much mental strength. Nothing in his soul could heal his wounds. Hurts very slowly now.

He held his breath, breathing softly. In this darkness, slowly build spiritual strength in your own body. A long time passed, and when the blood on his left hand stopped, Fang Lang was finally able to stand up slowly.

He stretched out his right hand, looking at the looming red medal on the palm of his right hand. With a painful smile, he said: "It's not that this hand is losing money, and it's not that it's hard to do." Clenching the palms tightly, they spread quickly, and the red object finally ignited in the dark. Not long ago, a big bad wolf with red light appeared in front of him.

"Old man, long time no see!" Fang Lang said with a smile.

"Well, it's not big or small. Even if you are my master, at least the king of this family is also the king of a family." Moon Wolf King said angrily. However, seeing that he was so seriously injured, he didn't say much, just said: "The blood is so strict, how long can the spirit last if you dare to call the king out." ..