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The big black clung to me and curled up in my arms, making me realize its anger when it saw Zerou being captured.
We finally reached the top of the mountain.
Nianjia's whole team of thousands of camels lay spectacularly on the sand under the mound, but there was no real owner.
By a dozen tents, there were about a hundred sand thieves and the same number of war horses, which were divided into three piles and gathered around the campfire to keep warm.
Eating, shouting and cursing make people feel that they have just killed a cold-blooded, competitive person.
But I can't see Zerou.
Cuorou is in one of the tents. Give them ... "Hi"!
With a big drink, I rode the snow and swept it down like a roll of wind.
At first, sand thieves were stupid, but they were experienced soldiers. They immediately brought the weapons they had been carrying with them and greeted me.
The big stupid spear attacked, picked, stabbed, swept and killed with all his might.
Four sand thieves came first, two were stabbed in the throat, two were stabbed in the middle of the nest, and fell backwards, followed by a dozen people.
No one was spared.
I broke through the blockade and went to the middle tent, holding a spear and picking up the whole tent hidden in the sand.
There is no one inside except carpets and sundries.
With a wave of his spear, the tent rushed to cover the sand thief and shouted for five sand thieves to cover it.
I jumped on my horse, evaded the attack from behind, and fell under the cover of the tent, stupid spear. ...