Chapter 705: Mo Bei Sandstorm

The storm in Mo Bei comes and goes quickly, but its momentum is fierce; if an ordinary person has no experience, this storm could very well cost them their life.

Fortunately, Tuo Ba Yu's cavalry had many locals from Mo Bei; following the method passed down before, they linked the cavalry together and placed the wagons in the middle.

Moreover, they dug many sand pits around; people hid in the pits to avoid the storm, and after it passed they still had some chance of survival.

At this moment Tuo Ba Yu was anxious beyond words, not knowing where the two children had gone.

He ordered people to pursue, but in this storm anyone who went out could be blown away.

Even the camels of Mo Bei could not withstand this storm, let alone ordinary people.

Even if he raised the price on the spot and offered a heavenly reward, he could barely gather a few people to follow him.

Who would have thought that just as they crawled out of the sand pit, their heads were almost blown off by the storm.

Several people were instantly blown into disarray, unable to tell direction; how could they still search for the children?

Tuo Ba Yu had no choice but to retreat into the sand pit; he was panicked to the extreme.

In such a huge storm, those two tiny beans are so small; this time it's likely more misfortune than fortune.

If Gu Jiu Ling knew he had personally caused the death of her two children, not to mention taking her back to Bei Di, she would probably stab him to death with a single blow.

He wanted to bring that woman back, even if it meant deceiving her with such despicable means or coaxing her.

But now they have forged a deadly grudge; thereafter his relationship with Gu Jiu Ling will likely only worsen.

Finally the storm ceased; Tuo Ba Yu, as if gone mad, led people to search all around, yet after searching so long there was still no trace of the two children.

A local guide from Mo Bei stood before Tuo Ba Yu, looking cautiously at this Bei Di prince, and said with forced composure: "Your Highness, it's likely more misfortune than fortune."

"With such a huge sandstorm, those two children have probably already been buried in the sand dunes."

"Even if we dug them out, they'd probably be beyond saving."

Tuo Ba Yu's eyes were icy cold: "Dig! Have them dig! If we don't dig out those two children, nobody is leaving this place."

The place they were in originally often experiences sandstorms; it is fundamentally unsuitable for human settlement.

Now, to prevent the next sandstorm from arriving, they should hurry to an oasis.

Actually, they were only several dozen li away from the oasis' Ten Thousand Rivers City.

Yet who would have thought that on this road they would encounter such a rare sandstorm and lose two children of noble status.

At this moment everyone wore a grim face; if they couldn't reach the oasis immediately, they would all die here.

However, Tuo Ba Yu's actions are also ruthless; although his usual demeanor is decent, he sometimes chats and laughs with them, but once angered he can kill in an instant.

This person's martial arts are superb, his methods cruel; nobody can escape alive from under his sword.

He is the prince of Bei Di and also the master of the assassin organization Red Scorpion.

At this moment Tuo Ba Yu had long lost his former gentle and suave appearance; his face was dark enough to wring water from, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He personally snatched a shovel from a nearby man and began bending over to dig incessantly in the sand dune.

Just then, Bai Xiaosheng from the oasis' Ten Thousand Rivers City had already sent someone to find him.

He had with great difficulty lured the two children off the sea island, then used puppet technique to swap them, letting the puppet follow Xiao Yin's troop back to Shang Jing.

He himself brought the two real ones to the oasis to meet Bai Xiaosheng, but these two little rascals are truly troublesome, constantly causing problems along the way, already delaying them for several days.

Now it's unexpected that on the road only several dozen li from the oasis' Ten Thousand Rivers City, such a huge oversight occurred.

At this moment Bai Xiaosheng's messenger stood before Tuo Ba Yu.

The person half-kneeled before Tuo Ba Yu, raised his hand and delivered the letter to him.

"Your Highness, my lord asks when Your Highness will be able to reach Ten Thousand Rivers City; my lord has already prepared a banquet to welcome you."

While asking, he glanced sideways and saw that Tuo Ba Yu's entire cavalry had been thrown into disarray by the impact, the atmosphere seeming off.

He then whispered: "My lord says we can first hand over the children to me to take back to Ten Thousand Rivers City."

Tuo Ba Yu suddenly laughed, but the smile didn't reach his eyes; his expression was icy cold as he fixed his stare on Bai Xiaosheng's confidant before him.

That expression was somewhat frightening; the messenger instinctively shifted back, but unexpectedly Tuo Ba Yu fiercely raised his sword and stabbed hard into the messenger's chest.

The messenger hadn't even had a chance to speak before he collapsed to one side; his blood flowed into the sand and was instantly scorched dry by the blazing sun.

Tuo Ba Yu wiped the blood from his sword with a cloth, then said coldly: "Bai Xiaosheng is nothing but a fox; if this person spreads word of what happened here, Bai Xiaosheng will surely deduce our miserable state."

"If that time comes, his only trump card will be Gu Jiu Ling; he will certainly not give me anything willingly."

"In such a great storm, losing one or two messengers is nothing; gaining a day is gaining a day."

"What are you staring at? Dig people out quickly!"

Those people dared not say anything else; they hurriedly lowered their heads and brandished whatever tools they could hold, digging nonstop in the sand pits.

Although everyone knew this was utterly foolish, the Highness was clearly mad, so they dared not speak.

In the northeastern corner of Mo Bei there is a tiny oasis; calling it an oasis is a stretch, with only a patch of twisted sand jujubes growing, the jujube forest forming a village gate, and the settlement housing a dozen or so families.

They had grown tired of nomadic life and found this barely survivable plot of land. Well, you have temporarily settled here; because it's too small, it draws no attention at all, even allowing them to avoid the petty traders of the surrounding major tribes, and thus, amidst the wars between Mo Bei tribes, they have barely survived in the cracks of conflict.

They also rely on the green spring of Sandy Jujube Forest Street for hunting, planting some meager grain; then in their leisure they exchange large amounts of pelts for needed goods from nearby Ten Thousand Rivers City for the tribes. -

Now the weary cavalry has just avoided a sandstorm and slowly entered the tribal village.

The old grandmother had already been leaning on her cane at the village entrance, waiting for her son and grandson; as they approached bearing some exchanged goods, her eyes gained a glimmer of light.

Our big fellow is the clan's head; he faced his eldest son Dawoer. They unloaded the heavy boxes from the horse's back, Dawoer set down the steel case, and suddenly muttered: "How did we earn so much? Father, what exactly did you buy?"

Our big fellow blinked: "Wasn't it just buying some cloth for your mother to make clothes? How could that not be pretentious?"

He walked over, just touched the box, his expression subtly changed, then he flung open the curtain on top of the box and came face to face with two handsome Han Chinese children.