After breaking off relations, the prince's family regretted it for the rest of their lives.

Chapter 515: Sand... can also slide

Chen Changan shook his head and chuckled, then sighed: "I appreciate the kindness of Prince Zhishi, but I was born a Chu man and will die as a Chu soul. How can I betray my country?"

"Huh? That's weird. Didn't you say you jumped out from a crack in the rock?"

"Even if I were, I didn't jump out of a stone in Xixia."

Chen Changan raised his eyebrows and reached behind him.

Lao Ma took out a cage, and inside it was a young eagle: "Hey, Chi Shi, do you want this goshawk?"

"Turunan!"

Chishiya's expression changed slightly and he spoke through gritted teeth.

At this time, a person appeared behind him and whispered something to him.

Chi Shi could only nod and raised his eyebrows and said, "Chen Changan, we are friends. There is no need to fight to the death on the battlefield... Hand over the owner of the goshawk to me, and I guarantee with my personality that you can leave the desert!"

"Walk out of the desert? Tsk tsk, do you think we can go back safely?" Chen Changan shook his head and said.

"So what do you want?"

"What I want is very simple." Chen Changan shrugged and said, "You Xixia are not allowed to have your own army. You must be incorporated into Da Chu and be crowned king. Let our people from Da Chu enter Xixia and teach you to live a stable life."

"If you agree and sign the document, I will agree. If you don't agree... then there is nothing I can do. I will spend the night with the owner of the Goshawk tonight."

"Chen Changan!" Zhi Shi was furious.

"Nizuli, Boerli is not lying!"

Behind the man holding the arrow was a group of Xixia people who were ignited by anger.

The Xixia people's faces were full of anger, and that anger was like a volcano about to erupt, as if it could burn everything around it to ashes in the next second.

Their eyes were wide open, staring at Chen Changan, and the hatred in their eyes seemed to want to cut him into pieces.

"How dare this abominable fellow blaspheme Yinzhu Zhuoma like this!"

A Xixia man's face flushed, veins bulged on his neck, and he shouted loudly, his voice still clearly audible in the whistling wind and sand.

Yinzhu Zhuoma is an extremely sacred existence for these Xixia people.

In the Xixia tribe, her portrait was placed in the most honorable position, receiving devout worship from the tribesmen day after day.

Her every word and action was regarded as God's will and a guide for their lives in this harsh land.

Every Xixia person firmly believes that Yinzhu Zhuoma has the power to protect them. No matter whether they are facing drought, famine, or invasion by foreign enemies, as long as they have Yinzhu Zhuoma in their hearts, they have the courage to overcome everything.

But now, Chen Changan's words and actions were like a sharp dagger, stabbing straight into the most sacred place in their hearts.

How could the Xixia people tolerate this?

Those unbearable insults came one after another, and the greetings to Chen Changan's mother were full of their uncontrollable anger at the moment.

"We will remember this grudge! Don't think he can get away so easily!"

Chiya spoke word by word, his eyes revealing a firm determination for revenge.

"So there's nothing to talk about?"

Chen Changan naturally knew that the Xixia people were angry. Seeing them rushing forward almost out of control, Chen Changan waved his hand and asked Feng Gang to fire a shot.

Snapped!

The gunshot whistled and hit the ground directly!

"boom!"

There was a sudden loud noise, like an angry star collapsing in my ears.

In an instant, the earth shook and the mountains trembled. The strong tremor centered on the explosion and spread wildly in all directions like a raging tsunami.

The hard earth could not bear the weight and trembled violently. Cracks spread rapidly like a hideous spider web.

The explosion was deafening, as if countless sharp steel needles pierced the eardrums. The impact force was enough to make a person's soul tremble.

The billowing smoke, accompanied by the scorching air waves, rose into the sky like an angry black dragon with bared fangs and claws, instantly engulfing everything around it.

Flames raged and leaped in the thick smoke, and the orange-red flames greedily licked the sky, dyeing the originally azure sky into an eerie blood-red.

The Xixia people were horrified!

This grandson actually buried explosives underground!

"Chiya, I want to make a deal with you!"

Chen Changan pointed behind him: "The owner of the Goshawk is with me. I will ensure that she eats well and wears warm clothes, but at the same time, you must also ensure that our injured soldiers are handed over to the State of Chu!"

"There is an everlasting hatred between our two countries. I will cross the quicksand and attack the vast sea!"

"If you succeed, you Xixia will surrender to me; if you fail, I will die!"

"Chi Ya, see you later!"

Chen Changan turned his horse around and walked into the quicksand immediately.

Chi Shi wanted to stop them, but there was already a reckless young man here, threatening them with a gun!

"Chi Shi, under the orders of Lord Chen, you'd better retreat!"

"Lord Chen cannot bear to see you die miserably, so get out of here as far as you can. When all our people are gone, you will be met with the fate of being silenced by thousands of horses!"

"The gunpowder underground doesn't know any prince, do you understand?"

He held the arrow and gritted his teeth. He was somewhat afraid of the weapons of the Chu State, so he could only grit his teeth and wave his hand.

"Back off, back off, back off!"

……

Chen Changan was at the end of the team, and soon Feng Gang caught up.

Seeing Chen Changan, he grinned and said, "Master Chen, Zhishi was frightened by us and didn't catch up."

"In fact, he doesn't know that we have no place to restock our gunpowder. Now each person has only three bullets. How can we afford to bury them?"

Chen Changan sighed and shook his head.

Yan Qing was really something. He only sent people over but didn't bring them any supplies. It was a bit annoying to say the least.

"Brother Liu, why is there no one coming in here? There are not even any animals?"

Liu Baizhong shook his head, chuckled, and sighed slightly.

Yanzhi Mountain, a mysterious place hidden under Gaolan Mountain, has a creepy quicksand place.

From a distance, the quicksand looks like a dead ocean. It appears calm on the surface, but is actually turbulent.

The sand is a turbid yellowish-brown color, and the particles seem to be pulled by an invisible force, constantly rolling and surging, like countless tiny creatures wriggling restlessly.

Once you step into this quicksand area, every step is like walking on thin ice, and danger is lurking everywhere.

The sand under your feet seems to have life, quickly wrapping around your feet, cold and heavy, the more you struggle, the faster you sink.

The wind whistled in my ears, like a whisper from hell, mocking the people in trouble.

When you try to pull your legs out of the deep hole, you find it is futile.

The quicksand is like a greedy demon, dragging you down relentlessly, faster and faster. The world around you starts to spin, and the sand keeps pouring into your mouth and nose, suffocating you.

Fear surged into my heart like a tide, and despair permeated every inch of the air.

Here, time seems to be infinitely stretched, and every second is filled with the threat of death. No one dares to set foot here easily, because once they step in, they may disappear forever under this terrifying quicksand.

Chen Changan smiled, shook his head and said, "Then the sandboard we prepared will come in handy, right?"

Old Ma looked at Chen Changan blankly: "Master, sand... can also be slippery?"