Desert, poplar, waning moon. 【】

On the night of early April, the weather was quite pleasant.

However, for Masha Tinee's heart, it was completely winter!

After retreating from the Flaming Mountain, Marthatini and Rosalind hurried westward with dozens of fanatics who were close to them. They didn't dare to go back to Liucheng, Huozhou City, and Turpan City. As a result, there was only a constant westward march, always thinking of the direction in which the fork force was lost. Along the way, they didn't know how far they had run, and they finally sent away the shadow of the white-clothed army.

"Take a break!" Rosalind said weakly.

This kind of high-intensity march is definitely a woman's nightmare. Their physical structure, willpower and perseverance are unlikely to be as strong as men's. They are pampered people and have never suffered hardship. Without adequate training, it is simply unimaginable to rush into the fugitive army. Less than fifty miles after her escape, Marsatini was in agony and wanted to die.

In fact, if it weren't for the broomstick star chasing the white-clothed army behind, they would definitely not be in such an embarrassed hurry. They are usually pampered characters. When you go out, you are also very particular about enjoyment. In addition to hugging in front and back, but also marching slowly, when did you have such a hasty escape experience? Rao is like this, along the way, as long as they have the opportunity, they still have to stop and rest. Even if the white-clothed army catches up, they can't take care of it.

However, this kind of rest is often very short, basically no more than ten minutes. Because, no matter how much Matha Tini wanted to rest, Rosalind would let the enthusiasts involved lift her up and hurry. This is no joke. In case of delay, let the white-clothed army catch up, what awaits them is definitely the end of life rather than death.

After fleeing westward for about a hundred miles, Masadini could not bear it any longer, and again asked to stop and rest. Rosalind couldn't resist it, so she had to order a temporary pause and rest for half a pillar of incense. During this half-pillar of incense, everyone must complete all the matters such as eating, drinking, and Lazar, and then continue to hurry. To be on the safe side, she also ordered the fanatics to send the scouts out at a distance, and if they found something wrong, they immediately fired a warning shot.

In the previous battle, Masadini lost her mind and frantically sent her personal guards to the battlefield, and as a result, they were basically killed. Now, there are less than twenty Zealot guards left by her side. Fortunately, Rosalind's Zealot Guard is still intact. A team of 300 people, not a single one. This well-equipped and well-trained team is Rosalind's final hole card.

Their personal guards are all equipped with rumi guns and sharp scimitars, and there is no problem with their loyalty to the two of them. Their riding skills are also quite good. At least, their horsemanship, in front of the cavalry of the White Army, will not be inferior in the slightest. What's more, they are equipped with the best sweat and blood horses from the Kingdom of Bukhara.

If it weren't for these super capable sweaty BMWs, they would have been caught up by Zhang Nai or Sawanna and others. The sprint speed of the sweaty BMW in the short distance is definitely beyond the catch of the Mongolian horses equipped by the white-clothed army. However, the sweaty BMW is not an easy to wait for, and running down long distances has high requirements for logistics supply. If there is no good logistics supply, I am afraid that there will be big problems in the end. Rosalind had been worried about this.

However, even if she was worried, there was no solution for the time being. Now she has no place to change her war horse. Now they don't even dare to contact other people easily. If other people knew about their actual situation, they would inevitably be ill-intentioned. It is said that the beauty of the two of them is the biggest disaster.

"The problem of the war horse can only be solved when it is lost in Kun." Rosalind said helplessly to Marthatini. At this time, Mathatini was already depressed, and her face was at a loss. Whether she heard Rosalind or not, no one knows. She had never suffered such a heavy blow, and her spirit was almost broken. If it weren't for Rosalind being strong enough, she would have committed suicide.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a dull sound of gunfire.

Everyone was suddenly shocked and entered a state of battle in horror.

"Where to shoot? Did the White Army catch up? Marthatini said reflexively, looking very frightened. She was genuinely frightened. Even, she didn't care about other people's eyes at all, and subconsciously hid behind Rosalind.

Now, as long as she hears the sudden gunshot, she can't help but tremble, her eyes are dull, and she can't stop worrying. If an outsider sees it, he can't believe it, is this the crown of the priestess who was said to be invincible in the past? It's just incredible. It is estimated that only such fanatics who have no thoughts of their own at all can accept her existence. If it were someone else, she would definitely leave her with great contempt.

"Martha, calm down." Rosalind said helplessly comfortingly.

She was speechless for Marshadine's reaction. As the high priest of the Kingdom of Khorasan, his psychological endurance is so bad that it is simply making people vomit blood. It is also thanks to the fanatics that they will not abandon her. In normal times, Rosalind would definitely throw Martha Tini away. But now, she can't afford to ignore it.

"What the hell is going on?" Rosalind asked her scout captain.

"Her Royal Highness, the bandits, who I don't know where they came from, have clashed with our sentinels. Not the White Army. "The scout captain was quite shrewd and figured out the situation very quickly. Nothing else matters. The most crucial thing is the last sentence. As long as it's not the arrival of the white-clothed army. Ordinary bandits, they still don't pay attention to it.

Fanatics who can become the queen and the high priest's guard are both very powerful. Enemies in general, not their opponents at all. Only the white-clothed army can easily deal with them. It was a foolish stupidity for Mathatini to send her guards to death under the fire of the White Coats. There is nothing more stupid in the world than this. Mathatini never dared to face the reality, and probably couldn't accept her stupidity.

Sure enough, the gunfire quickly subsided. The captain of the scout came to report that the bandits had disengaged from them and had headed east. In previous clashes, the Zealot Guards had killed a total of five bandits with no casualties of their own. The horses of the five bandits who were killed were also dragged back. They now need to replenish their horses for long marches.

In fact, those people were not real bandits, but sporadic Yarkand cavalry. Judging by their appearance, they should have rushed to Turpan City from the rear to support the battle, and it is estimated that they fell behind halfway, but they have only arrived now. When they found that the number of fanatics was small, they wanted to come and extort a sum of money, and when they got the money, they would kill the people and destroy the corpses. This kind of thing often happens in the great desert, and it has long been strange.

Fortunately, the Yarkand cavalry did not find out about the existence of Rosalind and Mathatini, otherwise, it is estimated that they would not have given up easily. They are not only beautiful and delicate, but they are natural stunners. What's more, their status is noble and they can be sold for a great price. It is estimated that whether it is the White Army, or other forces, they are willing to buy it at a very high price.

Of course, the risks involved in this business are also significant. Whether you can get the money or not depends on the strength and luck of the robbers. Whether it is the white-clothed army, or Abdullah Tifu and others, it is estimated that after giving money, they will definitely use force. Especially the White Coats. It has never been the white-clothed army that robs other people's money, when will it be the turn of others to rob the white-clothed army's money?

The sporadic gunshots brought a small false alarm to Rosalind. Fortunately, they encountered sporadic Yarkand cavalry. If you meet the White Army, it's over. She became more and more nervous, and did not dare to make the slightest stop, and immediately ordered to set off immediately. Marthatini didn't dare to say anything, hurriedly turned on her horse, and fled.

Unexpectedly, they had just run thirty miles, and they actually met the white-clothed army. I only saw a small group of white-clothed soldiers, slowly appearing on the field in front of them. For a while, all the fanatics were stunned. At the same time, they are still a little dazed. Because, those white-clothed soldiers actually appeared from in front of them.

"Oh my God! How can it be? Rosalind muttered to herself.

She couldn't believe how the White Army could run in front of them. Along the way, she felt that she had raised her riding speed to the limit. Even Sawana couldn't have been faster. But, damn it, the white-clothed army actually ran in front of them and intercepted them!

"Hmm......"

Mathatini suddenly snorted and passed out directly.

The White Army has appeared in front of them, and they are absolutely dead this time.

She didn't dare to imagine what kind of ending she would have if she fell into the hands of the white-clothed army. In a daze, she seemed to have seen that Sawanna was smiling strangely at her. It was definitely an angelic beauty, a demonic smile.

"Kill it!"

Rosalind shouted through gritted teeth.

Now, they are desperate and have no choice but to fight.

She would rather die on the spot than fall into the hands of Xu Xingxia alive.

(To be continued)