Lord of the Desert

Chapter 85
The words spread to everyone's ears along the wind, reviving the lost soul.

Seeing that Hong Fan was the first to drag the corpse, everyone quickly moved.

In the snow valley that had been silent for a while, there was a sound again.

The groans of the wounded, the wailing of those who lost their loved ones, the weeping of the survivors...

Only the dead in eternal frost remain silent.

Most of them who were servants were not even given the opportunity to mourn. In the end, they were wrapped in animal skins and loaded onto carts by colleagues who died of rabbits and foxes.

After processing the remains, the servants began to collect supplies.

"Master, you rest first, I and others will go to find the lost horse."

Tang Daguo had a bandage on his arm, but his words were still full of air.

"Hongqi still has an iron chain on his mouth, and he was tied with Bentley and me, so he shouldn't be able to run far."

In this battle, he was taken care of by Hong She, not only survived, but even defeated a Sand Bandit.

"You go, be careful not to touch the wound."

Hong Fan leaned against the shaft of the car, clutching his breastbone, and waved his hands.

The servants dispersed in all directions, and the convoy suddenly became sparse.

More movements were revealed.

Zheng Fuqu had lost her only cousin, sobbing softly in Lianyuan's arms.

Chi Xinchi died as her best cousin, but she had to cheer up and comfort her emotionally broken sister first.

In the farthest distance, Li Shenji knelt alone in the snow, silently holding the body of his brother Li Xutuo.

His eyes were red and he couldn't shed a single tear.

Hong Fan looked at all kinds of chest tightness and had no choice but to look away after the last ray of sunset.

Skyrim, Dusk will die.

The sun hides in the clouds like a bleeding wound.

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Half an hour later, the sky was completely dark.

Everyone hurried on in silence, making up for the lack of sunlight with turpentine torches.

There are about 300 people left in the team, and most of the high-ranking people still have their horses.

After all, the dead take up far less space than the living.

Hong Sheng sits at the end of the team, and Li Shen sits in the middle of the fuselage.

Hong Fan rode a Bentley at the forefront.

The red flag that could not escape was tied behind him with a rope, and on both sides of his back hung the four servants of the Hong family who died in battle—Jiang Youcai was among them.

In Hong Fan's body, Yanliu Jin and Sha Shijie's true essence circulated naturally without any manipulation.

Both sides suffered heavy casualties in this battle, and Fate Star received considerable nourishment.

In the next few days, his speed of practice and recovery from injuries will be far faster than usual.

However, Hong Fan's thoughts were not here.

Although Hai Haifei is the most notorious sand bandit in Jinhai, their strength is far from that of any of the three surnames in Jinhai.

Wan Guangji, the "big sun knife wheel", understands this truth best.

After today, within the reach of Jinhai City, there will soon be no shelter for Haifei.

The problem is they still come.

One can imagine the price paid by the people behind it to make the sand bandits who don't see the rabbits and don't scatter the eagles regardless of their foundations.

【What do they want? 】

[Why did they have to kill me? 】

Hong Fan thought silently, without a clue.

The sound of hooves approaching from behind.

Tang Da, who was following the young master, stuck out his torch, illuminating the entrance of the comer.

"The statistics from Li Shenji are out."

Those who caught up were Gao Junxia and Cui Yutang.

"In this battle, 31 were slightly injured, 22 were seriously injured, and 16 people were killed."

He said in a low voice, deliberately lagging behind Hong Fan by half a body, as if reporting to a superior.

"Several of them are of great importance - Li Xutuo is the second son of Mr. He, and Zheng Guanyu is the most beloved nephew brought by the city guard..."

Hong Fan frowned slightly and interrupted him.

"The numbers just now don't count as servants and guards?"

"What about the total?"

Gao Junxia was taken aback, obviously he didn't remember, but Cui Yutang who was beside him made up for him.

"We injured a total of 140 three people and lost 78 people."

The words are respectful, not as casual as in the past.

It's only been eight months since I became a Xingjun, and I've already crossed a big realm and single-handedly killed a master in the Chaos Realm...

In the hearts of Gao, Cui and others, Hong Fan at this time is no longer a "low-end version of Ma Jingsha", but a "Sand World PRO MAX".

"Did all 78 people die?"

Hong Fan replied in a low voice, sighing out a large puff of white air, which drifted away with the wind.

"I've counted. Counting Shang Tianzong, Haifei dropped a total of 27 corpses."

"We have three times the number of them, and it turns out that one bandit can replace the three of us."

His words made the faces of the two young people feel hot.

"The big guys often perform martial arts competitions on weekdays, and they think they are proud of themselves."

Gao Junxia lowered his head and half-hid his face in the night.

"I didn't expect to be on the battlefield, but I can only use three points of my strength..."

When he is good at hunting, his vortex palm can crush the wrist of the black iron target.

But an hour ago, the same palm couldn't even break a flat steel knife - just because the knife was slashing towards his neck at full speed.

"Everyone has a first time."

Hong Fan said in relief.

"You don't have to be too condescending. The first time I fought with my uncle, I was also in a daze, so I could only hold on to the dead horse and follow the trend."

Hearing him compare himself to himself, the faces of the two proud young masters obviously improved, and they were even a little grateful.

At the end of the line, Hong Ping was also chattering to Hong She.

"At that time, those sand bandits saw the second brother as if they saw a ghost; seeing him walking, he couldn't walk steadily for several steps, and fell into a rolling gourd."

"In the past, I didn't take it seriously when I heard other people praise Lord Jing Sha, but now I know that King Xing is really extraordinary!"

"I'm not bragging, just at the beginning of this year, let alone me in ethnology, he couldn't even beat Hong An..."

He reminisced about the attention when Hong Fan stepped on the steel man's head, and wished he could replace it with his body.

But Hong She, who was beside him, had serious eyebrows and ignored him.

"Cousin, are you listening to me?"

Hong Ping pouted and asked.

"Oh, I was just thinking about something else."

Hong She replied casually.

"Thinking about what?"

"After thinking about going back, how do you explain to your teaching assistant——When Jiang Youde was in Zhu Yiqi, he had a friendship with me."

Hong She sighed.

Hearing this, Hong Ping suddenly recalled that his companion Jiang Youcai also lost his life.

During the chaotic battle, the youngest member of the Jiang family neither dared to run for his life, nor did he dare to guard the master's house like Tang Dazhang. In the end, no one even knew when and how he died.

That's why the sadness in Hong Ping's heart is only vague, not even as good as when two wolf greens died overnight.

"Don't worry about it too much, cousin, just go back and give the Jiang family some extra money."

He reassured in turn.

"When swordsmen rob, people die like snowflakes falling on the snow, what can we do?"

"What's more, even Li Xutuo didn't survive this time..."

Having said that, both of them were afraid and fell into silence.

The sound of the horse's hooves is muffled as it treads the snow.

The torch on the cart washed the flames, casting the figures of the knights on the snow, twisted and slender.

Hong Ping suddenly felt something, and turned around inadvertently.

At the end of the line, Hong Sheng, whose wound was bandaged and wearing only a single shirt, was staring at the broken steel sword escorted on the cart in a daze.

The flames were dim, and only half of his face was vaguely illuminated.

Most of the bodies of one man and one horse fell out of the light, and what was connected with them was the vast darkness that could not tell the depth.

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