The cloudless sky is pale, and the dazzling sunshine burns the deserted wilderness, as if it will not stop until all life is erased.

The lizard crawled over the dry earth, and the color on its body was the best disguise. In this desolate place, it was difficult to see other colors, and the deep yellow land that was deserted all over the eyes.

However, no matter what obstacles, it cannot resist the merchants' pursuit of interests. When the sun shines at the most, camel bells came slowly, and a caravan came from afar in the burning and floating air.

"Misty Sa, don't waste your energy, come down and come to me to enjoy the cool air." On a carriage, a young man holding a big umbrella and biting the grass roots in his mouth was lying in the shade, and he greeted the cool girl with a cold temperament who was riding on the horse in front of him and stood up to look.

"The more peaceful the place, the more likely it is to have ambush." ​​Wusha looked back coldly when she heard this, with a calm and rigorous expression, "You, a groom, won't understand these."

"Hehe! But the groom also knows that there are no such desolate places in his house." Takeshita hugged his head with his hands and felt much more comfortable lying down and sleeping with him laughed: "So instead of spending time in vain, it's better to lie down and sleep like me."

"Hmph! Are you not afraid of falling asleep and not waking up?" Kirisa snorted coldly, turning her head without paying too much attention.

She is the daughter of the caravan's guard captain, and it is her duty to beware of crises that may come at any time. It is absolutely impossible for her to be lazy as Takeshita said.

However, the weather was hot and it was like a steamer. The caravan was moving seriously. It was a vicious cycle that it would take three days to travel through this barren field even if everything went well.

And just as the caravan was moving slowly, a goshawk flew far above the sky.

His eyes moved, and outside the barren field, three figures stood scattered on a hillside. The gust of wind came from the hillside, lifting the hat of the windbreaker, revealing three terrifying masks.

It was the three-person root team led by Natsuki Matsuzaki.

"The target did not notice something strange and was still following the expected route." Shan Zhifeng made seals with both hands, controlling the goshawks to continue to follow.

"Well, act as planned." Xia Shu, the captain, nodded after hearing this.

The oil girl Longma on the side did not speak, but also firmly executed the orders. As a teammate, what he did was competent enough.

The three of them then took action. According to the plan, they would allow the target to move forward slowly in the harsh wasteland, wear away patience, and then launch an attack when they were about to leave the wasteland.

This mission is for three people to work together. The mission goal is not difficult to deal with. Even if you attack directly, you have an 80% chance of completing the task, but that would violate the original intention of the task.

The gust of wind blew on the wasteland, wrapped in weeds and gravel, which made it extremely uncomfortable to hit the face. Under the bamboo, the camel's reins were controlled by the foot, pulled up the clothes to cover the cheeks, and looked depressed. He was extremely helpless about this boring and slow journey.

He sighed, then turned his head to see, his expression eased a little, and even showed a smile.

"Why are you staring at me again?" Fusha tightened the reins, turned her head with a cold face, and asked with a cold look on her face.

"There are not even flowers and plants on the way, and Miss Kirisa is the only beautiful existence worthy of appreciation." Takeshita sighed, his tone seemed particularly sincere.

"Good mouth and tongue." Fushisa snorted coldly and said, "Aren't you a groom or a part-time poet?"

"Oh, if I were a poet, I would definitely be able to recite more beautiful poems. Unfortunately, I am not. I can only let Miss Fujisa listen to my smooth tongue." Takeshita spread his hands and looked depressed, but made Fujisaxia fly on her cheeks, humming like anger and weird, and whip the horse and run out.

"Hahahahaha!" Takeshita laughed happily, and his toes almost drove the carriage out of the caravan. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, so he immediately grabbed the reins.

Lying back on the carriage, the shade supported by the big umbrella was still so comfortable. He looked at the sky casually, pinching the sporadic clouds into various shapes in his mind, so he was so leisurely.

But this leisurely mood was destroyed immediately.

The goshawk flew, fighting in the sky, full of fearlessness, but falling into his eyes under the bamboo made his expression calm, and a hint of indifference flashed in his eyes, but he could not hide his worries.

During the three days after entering the wasteland, birds always flew across the sky from time to time. Compared with ordinary birds, goshawks that fly higher are particularly obvious.

It is not rare for ninjas to tame birds as scouts. Therefore, when you discover goshawks in the sky, you can probably confirm the fact that they are targeted by ninjas.

However, the ninja's mission is very strange. Before the attack, it is impossible to determine who the target is, and everything will not be revealed until then.

"The end of the wasteland is ahead." Wusha drove the horse back, and her cold expression disintegrated. She let out a sigh and wiped away the hot sweat from her forehead. She reported: "There is a stream there, reflecting the rippling waves, which seemed very clear. We can go there to replenish some drinking water, and maybe catch some fish and shrimp."

"Haha, okay, let's take a look when you go there later." The captain of the guard with a lush beard looked at his daughter, smiling, and nagging while handing over a handkerchief, "Wipe the sweat on his face quickly. You are a daughter's house, don't always run around on horseback."

"I didn't run around. I was investigating the situation ahead and eliminate hidden dangers!" Fusha frowned dissatisfiedly when she heard this.

"Just let them do these things, don't tired you." The captain of the guard looked nervous when he looked cares about his daughter.

"I have to share your worries." A touch of emotion flashed in Wusha's clear eyes, and she quickly raised her face and said.

"Haha, my dad is in his prime." The captain of the guard showed relief, waved his fists to show his strength, and smiled with longing, "My biggest wish is to see the day you got married. Maybe you were crying miserably at that time, so you are not allowed to laugh at me!"

"You've thought about these things too early!" Fusha blushed and screamed in anger, throwing out her handkerchief and turning around and leaving.

At this moment, a trembling sound quietly rang out, and then the next moment, the carriage in the middle of the caravan suddenly cracked, as if it was cut off by a sharp blade, and the cargo carried was scattered out of the broken bag, and it became difficult to pack up in the blink of an eye.

And this was just the beginning, but this was the case, which had already caused the caravan to panic. The grooms screamed, even if there were members of the guards to stop and maintain order, they still could not calm down for a while.
Chapter completed!