Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

"What's wrong?" Li Xin exclaimed subconsciously, poking his head out to check the situation.

a moment later

"I do!"

The moment he saw the scene in front of him clearly, Li Xin uttered the same curse as Dou Liang. To some extent, swearing may also be an instinct deeply embedded in human genes.

Dou Liang was driving the carriage, and even forgot to control the direction of travel, so he could only let the horse run forward. In a sense, the front is actually more dangerous than the back. He who was still looking normal in the face of the rebellious army just now, but now his face is pale and unseemly.

Although the sky nearby is still showing a gentle sapphire blue, in the distance, a riot brewing can be vaguely seen there, and the air flowing faster in the ear is just like the breath of nature on the verge of going berserk.

Li Xin's lips trembled, and he murmured: "Sandstorm."

That's right, the blackness surging up like a tide in the distance is the legendary sandstorm.

Li Xin encountered several sandstorms in Beijing in his previous life, the sand obsessed his eyes, and he couldn't see anything. I went out for a trip, and when I came home, I had sand in my mouth and nose, which was very uncomfortable. He has always felt that sandstorms are a "trouble" rather than a "disaster".

It wasn't until a few seconds ago, when his eyes saw a real sandstorm for the first time, that the false impression in his mind really crumbled to dust.

What kind of sandstorm is the sandstorm in Beijing? It can only be regarded as a bigger wind and sand.

In a real sandstorm, even a few kilometers away, you can feel the terrifying energy contained in it. The turbulent air flow carried sand, gravel, and even stones, swept into the air, covered the sky, and then rushed recklessly. Wherever he went, people were devastated.

This is a large-scale live burial by God himself. Yes, buried alive.

Neither humans nor horses can run against the wind, so they cannot run against the sand brought by the wind. After the sandstorm passes, a large amount of sand settles down, isn't it buried alive?

"What do you think? Can we still run?" Dou Liang looked back at Li Xin and smiled helplessly.

After all, an assassin is still an assassin, and his psychological quality is more than that of ordinary people. Encountering a sandstorm is really no less than the collapse of Mount Tai, but he quickly regained his calm after a brief collapse, although it was just a hopeless calm.

Li Xin gritted his teeth and said, "Anyway, you can't turn back. You must die if you turn back. Go ahead and try to find some kind of cover to hide." Run Niang's hand.

They will experience the baptism of sandstorm in a while, and what they are most afraid of is getting separated. For a child like Runniang, if she was alone, she probably wouldn't have any chance of surviving.

Run Niang glanced at her prince nervously, and began to feel a strong fear in her heart. Because the prince's expression is too terrifying. She had never seen such an expression appear on the prince's face, this was the first time.

Behind Li Xin and Tang Jian's carriage, dozens of Turkic riders were running forward screaming and screaming, as if they would not stop until they killed the envoys of the Tang Dynasty in front, but some of them soon noticed Seeing the sandstorm brewing in the distance, he quickly reined in the horse's head, trying to stop the horse, while chirping to warn the surrounding companions.