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.
To be continued...