The speed of the carriage is two-thirds slower than that of the galloping horse.

If you are chased and attacked by a large legion, the mission will inevitably collapse.

Li Hongru pinched a little.

After two hours of adjustment, the entire mission immediately began to cross this hundred and fifty miles away.

In the darkness, the torches used to illuminate the road have all been extinguished.

The horse mouth was tied together, and some carriages with cracks in the wheels were abandoned directly.

The sound has reached the lowest level, and many people are armed and alert to the highest level...

Another Brahmin monk contributed all the poisonous powder, which gave Li Hongru some more information.

Standing in the desert facing the wind, he held the river mirror in his hand, and a violent storm had already blown with his casting.

"Hurry, it's wind blowing!"

In the convoy, I felt the feeling of being cold in the cold desert, and Wang Fuchou was already shouting.

Kumara Hong looked excited, and was very excited when she held the fire-spike.

Wang Miaohua and others had heavy faces.

Of course, they knew very well why Li Hongru needed to go back and forth to investigate. If they hadn't brought their gangs with them, Li Hongru would have been able to fly back to the Tang Dynasty long ago.

"Whether you live or die, whether you are rich or noble, or if you are throwing your body out of the wild, let's see this trip!"

Wang Miaohua held the horse whip and shouted lowly to the rear of the convoy.

His shouting made many old fried dough sticks from the Honglu Temple nod together.

After more than ten days of rapid marching, not only were the horses tired, but they were also tired.

But fortunately, there are many supplements in this military path.

Food, mounts, wheels, which give them the quickest replenishment.

But this kind of journey has an end, and now it is obviously the time to cross the end.

As long as the convoy can widen the distance between the Tubo Legion for more than 30 miles, with Li Hongru's ability to control military tactics, they will definitely be safe.

But this is a thirty miles away.

The speed of a horse running at a speed of about 120 miles per hour, and when you pull a carriage, the speed will drop sharply to 30 miles per hour to 40 miles per hour.

If the road conditions are bad, this speed will drop, or even be as low as ten miles a day to twenty miles a day.

They need to leave a distance for military tactics to cast strong control.

They were not able to be safe until they were allowed to stay away from the Tubo Legion 300 miles away or enter the rear of the Tuhun Army.

"rush!"

Wang Miaohua raised his whip and the speed of the carriage suddenly accelerated.

The sound of the horse whip kept ringing, and the wind and waves in the desert gradually became stronger.

But compared to the direction they were running along the military path, the storm was more blowing towards another area.

Wang Miaohua reached out and grabbed it in the air, and saw that there were thin yellow sand in his hands.

He lowered his head, and a whip whip blew into the air, causing the mount to move forward to speed up another minute.

It was July, and the early morning of the morning star was hanging high.

The hazy light was mixed with yellow sand blowing, causing a dark and dark place.

"Who is doing this?"

In the storm, a sound of Tubo language came from afar, which made Wang Miaohua's heart tight.

"Let the Yin Guard find the true position of the caster!"

"Lock the horses and cattle herds to prevent chaos!"

...

The sound of the soul casting spells is extremely heavy.

In just over ten seconds, a low horn sound was blowing.

Wang Miaohua couldn't help but whip the horse whip hard.

His whip used to whip into the air, but at this time, he whipped his mount without any mercy and kept squeezing the potential of pulling the mount to run.

"Is it the Tang people's convoy?"

In the wind and sand, the huge face of a short-bearded old man condensed.

He roared, recognized the passing convoy, and another strong wind blew through, blowing away the condensed faces of the other party.

"Their legion is in adjustment at this time, and they are more than 600 meters away from you, and they are passing by quickly."

Li Hongru's face condensed in the wind and sand.

A circular magic weapon kept rolling in the wind and sand.

Furious storms hit, lifting up countless yellow sand in the desert.

More than 600 meters away, it was a darkness that could not be seen through.

But in the darkness, countless noises were boiling.

The neighing of cattle and horses, the shouting and scolding of Tubo people, and the howling of prisoners, the howling of the captive group, standing shields and drawing swords, the sound of the practice is endless.

Wang Miaohua just pointed his ears and heard the sound, and a chilling feeling came from his heart.

The invincible bull army of the Tubo people has arrived, with a number of at least 60,000, and there are also Tubo cavalry and wizards.

Even if Li Hongru has great magical powers, he cannot fight against such a legion, and it is even more difficult to protect them.

But what made Wang Miaohua generate hope in despair was also the strength of the Tubo people.

This is to bring the strongest Niu Army in Tubo.

No matter how powerful a cow is, it is not as good as a horse of the same level when raiding a long distance.

As long as they rushed out, it would be difficult for the Niu Army to catch up with the convoy.

"Chang Chong!"

Wang Miaohua shouted.

In the wind and sand, a short-bearded old man roared out, and his face condensed by his soul kept yelling in the dust storm.

"Who are you?"

"I have asked someone to sacrifice the witch to break your wind and sand. When I find your true body to cast spells, I will definitely suck your tendons and peel your skin!"

The voice of the short-bearded old man was filled with violence.

There was no echo in the wind and sand, but the yellow sand blew harder again.

The layers of yellow sand roll up, covering the sky and the sun also makes Wuhai appear real.

This is an attack like the sea, one after another.

In the yellow sand, some ghosts and wolves howling sounded.

In the darkness, nearly a hundred figures in white clothes kept passing by.

The faint green fire in his eyes stared at him, and these people were obviously humans in the unconventional sense.

"It's just some low-level secret guards. I'll let Kumara Hong clean up later. Don't worry, keep running!"

Before Wang Miaohua's worries could be heard, Li Hongru's voice had already been heard in the yellow sand.

In the darkness in the distance, dozens of red lanterns took off.

It was like a river bank blocking and breaching river embankment. The red lanterns took off, and under the faint red light, the formation of yellow sand stopped, and then there was layer by layer of sand and dust.

"I speak wildly, but I dare to insult my Bon Secret Guard!"

The old man with short beard shouted angrily.

His soul kept moving through the yellow sand, constantly checking every part of the ground, looking for the source of the yellow sand.

"I found you!"

The storm has its source.

Even if Li Hongru rolled up the Jiangxin Mirror to cast the spell, the source of the spell cast of the soul would not break.

After pulling back and forth several times, the old man with short beard finally found Li Hongru's body sitting cross-legged in the desert.

He roared repeatedly, and spoke harshly.

"Don't you think you're looking for the wrong person?"

In the yellow sand, the strong wind surging in the mirror in the middle of the river, and Li Hongru also spoke quietly.

In a faint sense, Li Hongru felt a strong wind from the west.

This strong wind was leveraging his wind power and pushed him to drive the wind magic, causing the storm to become faintly strengthened.

Even this storm brought him a sense of familiarity.

"Zhenyuan... seems to be Brother Su?"

As soon as Li Hongru turned to Zhen Yuanzi, he immediately put his soul that had risen from afar.

Compared to his unrestrained wandering of his soul and the ghost of the old man with short beards, the storm of the soul in the distance seemed violent, short and rapid.

This is a strong mana but lacks sufficient mana support.

Or some short, flat, and fast literati cast spells, or this is a military general casting spells.

When Li Hongru was familiar with Fenglang, he had limited speculations.

Just a roar, Li Hongru was too lazy to care about the old man who discovered his true body. He rolled up Jiang Xinjing and left far away.

"Isn't this the real position of the caster? Oops, it seems to be there?"

In the sky above the desert, the soul of the short-bearded old man floated with the mirror of Jiang Xin.

More than twenty miles away, an altar pulled by a carriage was placed high, and another general stood on the carriage and held a sword.

Just lifting the soul up, two identical exclaims came out.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

But just a moment of interaction, the two voices turned into "fuck him" who both spoke.

The short-bearded old man felt a bad feeling, and he felt that there seemed to be two sources of casting in the violent storm. At present, this casting seems to have signs of merging.

It was just a collision of wind and waves. As the strong wind melted, a huge tornado suddenly took shape.

It was like a dragon sucking water, and countless wind and sand were sucked in by the tornado.

"How could there be such a military tactic in the world?"

No matter how arrogant he was in the past, he believed that the witchcraft inheritance in the religion was invincible.

At present, all the pride of the short-bearded old man has been shattered.

The military tactics in front of him have exceeded his cognition.

This is not only rolling the yellow sand, but also changing the terrain.

In just under ten seconds, the huge sand dunes had disappeared.

Countless sandstorms rolled over twenty miles away.

Tubo has never had such a military strategy. He has been fighting against Tuhun Kingdom for decades, and has never seen the twelve famous kings of Tuhun Kingdom release this kind of yellow sand technique.

"If you pass the order, Lord Wang Xuance will bring a 10,000 troops to help, and the late night attack camp was changed to annihilation and kill them!"

In the wind and sand, the general's soul condensed into shape, and the huge snake tail swayed behind the other party.

A deafening sound was issued.

Another sound of attacking horns sounded, and the sound of pulling out the weapons was tidy and consistently slashing through the tornado.

"Wang Xuance!"

"Su Lie!"

Paying attention to the shape of the condensation of the general's soul and the other party's prompt, the old man with short beard felt cold.

Wang Xuance was the person Lu Dongzan said again and again, reminding him that the other party was a very dangerous person and there was no need to provoke him.

Su Lie was a rising star in the Tang Dynasty.

The defeat of the Western Khanate made Su Lie famous in the battle and also made the countries scared.

However, the Western Khanate captured by Su Lie did not settle down, but was in a fight against the rebellion, which was also the time when the Tubo country chose to invade the Tuhun Kingdom.

The other party shouldn't be here.

The old man with short beard was shocked, and the snake-tailed general laughed in the wind and sand.

"Dayan, hurry back and wash your neck quickly. Your death is over!"

Su Lie yelled loudly.

With just a command, except for the carriage where he was, the elite corps behind him had already rode their horses and quickly followed the tornado.

The strong smell of blood came from the elite army, and the old man with short beard fell into his heart.

His soul regressed.

Just retracted and the old man with short beards stood up quickly.

"Hurry, retreat, retreat, and retreat to avoid the coming tornado!"

He looked anxious.

Some magic can be broken or blocked.

But in the face of magic that exceeded his cognition, Dayan had no delusion to overcome.

This is not a magic that normal people can release, but a natural disaster.
Chapter completed!