Chapter 12: Sand Prison (5)

Ibertai was silent late at night, but its surroundings were not quiet. A series of wolves wailed across the sky, and the sadness was like a song of depressedness, endless. The wolves seemed to be close at hand. Perhaps this is why so many huge bonfires were lit around Ibertai. Li Yuanfang and Di Jinghui now truly realized how lonely, desolate and dangerous place Yibertai was. No wonder Wu Xun and Mengdan looked scared to Ibertai. It seemed that courage and perseverance were not enough to survive here.

Surrounded by the sky-sky bonfires, the entire Ibertay camp was still as bright as daytime. The huge brick and stone buildings surrounded by wooden walls looked slim from the outside, and each one looked like a completely enclosed fortress, but it was shorter and much wider than ordinary fortresses. Outside the wooden walls, the large and small sand barracks of the Hanhai Army were basically no longer visible. But one thing is certain, in these quiet and dark barracks, there were still vigilant eyes to pay attention to the movement inside and outside the camp. Even a gerbil that had just crawled out of the cave in the early spring season could not escape the sight of the sentry.

On the side closest to the wooden wall, there is a sandy barracks several times larger than other barracks. Candles flashed in the square window hole, and low conversations were heard intermittently. Lu Jia sat cross-legged on the wide earthen kang, and a slightly obese lower-level officer stood in front of him with his hands hanging down.

"So, Li Yuanfang and the others did not move at all?" Lu Jia asked casually while playing with a sharp dagger in her hand. The officer nodded and replied, "No, the note was thrown in for more than an hour. I watched Li Yuanfang and the others gathered together to read the note, and after discussing for a while, the lights were turned off. Now they should be asleep."

Lu Jia pulled the corner of his mouth coldly, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Old Pan, it seems that this top third-rank general from the capital is just a false reputation." Lao Pan echoed flatteringly: "Who said no? You said it was because the tiger fell into Pingyang and was bullied by a dog." As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Jia stared at him. Lao Pan realized that he had lost his words and was immediately frightened to the point of blushing: "Guozheng Lu, Xiao, Xiao doesn't mean that..." "What do you mean?!" Lu Jia scolded loudly, and he couldn't help laughing, and cursed in a low voice: "Idiot, idiot!"

Old Pan smiled a few times, scratched his head, and plucked up the courage again: "Guozheng Lu, I think it is reasonable that Li Yuanfang chose to hold his troops without moving." "Oh, let's talk." "First of all, Li Yuanfang and his group came first and knew nothing about Yibotai and its surrounding environment. In this case, they must be more cautious and not act rashly; secondly, they were just one-sided friends with Wu Xun, and Wu Xun left them in the desert regardless of life or death. I believe Li Yuanfang must have a grudge and refused to take risks to save Wu Xun."

Lu Jia nodded with praise: "Old Pan, you idiot can sometimes say something decent." Old Pan couldn't help but show a smug look. Lu Jia glared at him in disgust and thought: "The two things you said just now make sense, but Li Yuanfang's reputation is really awesome, so I asked you to throw them into a paper ball and try again, just in case. At present, Li Yuanfang is focused on protecting himself and will not take risks fearlessly." Old Pan

Nodding quickly, Lu Jia continued: "Their group, except for Li Yuanfang, are vulnerable. It is already hard enough to protect such a bunch of people by himself. It is indeed unlikely that they will take risks for a Wu Xun who is not a relative or accomplice. Besides, he has also seen the situation of Yibotai. It is harder to run out from here than climbing to the sky. And staying here, we will not do anything to them yet. I think Li Yuanfang has already considered all these."

Old Pan shrank his neck and said disdainfully: "Guozheng Lu, I think you take Li Yuanfang too seriously. Who knows whether his reputation in the past is true or false? If he is really capable, how could he fall to this point today?" Lu Jia sneered: "You know, no! Extremely powerful means humiliation. People with ability are more likely to be jealous and framed. You also saw this afternoon. Li Yuanfang's riding and shooting skills are very good, and he is a person who has seen big scenes. But the people around him obviously hindered his hands and feet, and it can be seen that he cares about their safety very much." Old Pan said: "That's the best, so as long as these people are here, Li Yuanfang will shrank and we can take the initiative. And, and..."

Lu Jia asked impatiently: "What else? Just say whatever you want." Old Pan cleared his throat and said seriously: "Guozheng Lu, why do I think that Li Yuanfang is very haggard and seems to be in poor health?" Lu Jia nodded: "Well, I think so too. A martial artist shouldn't be like this. I guess he has serious injuries and has not recovered." Old Pan laughed: "That's better." Lu Jia said angrily: "What a bird! You have to take strict care of it tonight, don't let people deceive you! When the person from the rushing cavalry will pick up Meng Dan tomorrow, we will carefully consider how to deal with Li Yuanfang and the others." His eyes showed fierce light and added a gloomy sentence: "Wu Xun, this guy, shouldn't be able to survive tonight."

It was getting late at night. In front of the gate of the earthen house where Li Yuanfang and his friends temporarily lived, two fully armed soldiers guarded the door, one left and one right. A man came from the night sky ahead. The two guards looked at each other and met the person. They were about to say hello, two short knives suddenly appeared on both hands behind their backs, and they opened their left and right, and a meteor slashed at the neck of the guards like lightning. The two guards were caught off guard and didn't even hum, and they both fell to the ground. The visitor looked around with caution. Seeing that there was no movement around, he quickly came to the front of the earthen house, put his ear on the wooden door and listened. A low snoring sound came from a silence, and the people in the house seemed to be asleep. The man inserted his swords back behind his back, unscrewed the iron lock on the door, and quietly pushed the door in.

The candlelight in the room had already gone out, but the blazing bonfire light from the outdoors reflected through the window hole, making the room not too dark. Two figures, one big and one small, were curled up on the earthen kang under the window hole, including Meng Dan and Han Bin. The other two were lying on the table in the middle of the room and were sleeping soundly, but it was Li Yuanfang and Di Jinghui. The visitor gently closed the door behind him and tiptoed to the table. He hesitated for a moment and was about to reach out, but the person lying on the table suddenly stood up. The visitor didn't have time to grab the knife behind his back, and his throat was firmly held by Li Yuanfang.
Chapter completed!