Chapter 209, the adventure to return to the army is small, and sneaks on the desert to find water

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No one would have thought that Ma Chao's men and horses did not actually flee far, but turned back one after another, potentially in the quagmire and Kip Dao valley that they had just escaped.

Qi Han looked around and felt that Ma Chao's idea was really good, and it could even be said that it was the best place to settle down that he could find at present. Thinking like this, he couldn't help but raise his head and look at Ma Chao not far away.

Ma Chao was standing at the pass with Ma Tie and others, discussing something in a low voice, when he suddenly felt a line of sight fall on him unscrupulously, looking at himself, completely different from ordinary soldiers, he frowned, raised his head suddenly, looked straight over, and met Qi Han's gaze.

Ma Chao frowned, seeing that it was the black-faced boy, he thought to himself, his life was actually quite big, and he didn't die in such a battle.

Qi Han met his implicit sarcastic gaze, and couldn't help but be stunned, he didn't expect Ma Chao to be so keen, he suddenly looked over, and caught himself squarely, as if he was peeking at him, and couldn't help but look away in embarrassment and pretend to be dozing. He leaned against the mountain wall, his muscles relaxed, and moved his sore right arm. This gallop, he failed to keep up with Ma Chao's team, but he was behind a team of injured Sanyong, and galloped his horse desperately, a little slower, just afraid that he would be caught up by Yan Xing's pursuers, and he didn't feel it when he fled, but as soon as he relaxed at this time, the sequelae came out, and his right arm and body were so painful that they were about to die.

The surrounding sergeants were tired all night, and they were all taking advantage of the short gap to close their eyes and pretend to sleep, Qi Han was so tired that he almost wanted to collapse, and he also learned from them to close his eyes, relax the dull pain and numb nerves, and try to sleep lightly. However, the □□ in his belly and the burning thirst in his throat made it difficult for him to rest.

It was not that he did not want to leave secretly, but he was only one person, and he did not know the way, it was almost impossible for him to get out of this great desert, and if he asked for food, as a prisoner of war, he did not have such qualifications. He knew that only by being more obedient and not hated by others could he have a chance to survive in the hands of this group of arrogant and arrogant Xiliang soldiers.

Ma Chao is like an iron man, not only did he not rest for two days and nights, but he also led the army to rush out of a bloody road overnight and galloped for a whole night, but at this time he couldn't see any fatigue, only two patches of black green under his eyes, chapped lips, and a pair of eyes were still shining, blazing, full of young and unbridled fighting spirit.

Qi Han leaned his back against the mountain wall, he didn't sleep, and he was so uncomfortable that he didn't want to move his fingers, and suddenly someone threw something on him, which woke him up.

He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and saw that it was Ma Tie with a dark and calm face, and he was completely sleepy for a while, only opening a pair of hazy and confused eyes, looking at him puzzled.

Ma Tie reluctantly pointed to the leather bag that fell at his feet, and said in an urn voice: "Take it, the general ordered!"

Qi Han picked it up in surprise and shook it, there was a little sound of water in it, it seemed that there was only a thin layer, but it was really water......

Ma Tie saw that he only cared about shaking, but he didn't thank him, and couldn't help but say angrily: "What's the matter, you're still too little? Phew, stinky boy, that is, my eldest brother pities you! If not, you don't deserve to drink such precious water!"

After speaking, he grinded his teeth, glared at Qi Han viciously, smashed his heavy boots on the ground, turned around and left.

Qi Han swallowed the "thank you" that came to his mouth.

He pulled the plug and poured it down his throat.

He wiped his mouth and let out a comfortable sigh in his throat.

Although this little bit of water was not helpful, it made him feel that he was refreshed and alive.

Qi Han felt a little grateful to Ma Chao in his heart, and it was hard for him to remember to give himself a little water, so that he would not die of thirst. He was relieved, patted the mud and sand on his hands, and straightened up, but saw that the cavalry around him was no longer resting, and they took advantage of the fact that the sun had not yet come out, and found some dry and wide terrain in the Kip Road, and began to set up temporary camps and military tents.

Ma Chao was directing the arrangement not far away, and his eyes swept towards this end by chance, Qi Han hurriedly raised the water bladder and shook it at him, as if he was thanking him from afar.

Ma Chao was slightly stunned, then frowned, and said in his heart: "Hmph! This person really has no self-knowledge, as a prisoner of war, but he does not abide by the etiquette of dignity and humility, and scribbles at me, what does he look like, he is really uneducated......

He reached out and touched his nose, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly.

The little colonel on the side raised his hand and shook it in front of him: "...... General, did you listen to me?" He rolled his eyes, followed Ma Chao's line of sight, and suddenly said in a long voice, "Oh", "Hey, it turns out that the general is also paying attention to that person!" We are all saying that as a prisoner, he is very clever, and his demeanor is so chic and indifferent, it seems to be very unusual......"

Ma Chao's eyes widened and said, "It's very unusual, it's just a small prisoner of war." ”

Seeing that the horse's fart was slapped on the foot, the little colonel scratched his head, and hurriedly echoed awkwardly: "Yes, yes." ”

Qi Han pinned the empty leather bag to his waist, walked over to the cavalry who were setting up the tent, and gave them a hand. He had seen a lot of them in Yan's marching army, and Zhao Yun had also taught him some before, so he didn't seem clumsy. It's just that...... His left hand was unable to exert force, so it was somewhat inconvenient.

The cavalrymen all found out about this, and shouted and laughed, and some people directly called him "apostrophe".

Qi Han frowned, didn't speak, let alone pay attention, just quietly handed some wood and stones to those who were setting up the tent with their hearts.

In last night's battle, the cavalry suffered nearly half of the casualties, and only more than 600 people remained.

At this time, Yan Xing was sending troops to search in all directions, but in a short time, he would not think of returning to this canyon, but after a long time, his scouts would definitely find here, and when the army was pressed, it would be impossible to escape, and he could only hope that the later they were discovered, the better, and there would be enough time for them to prepare for the enemy.

The dry food and water had been exhausted, and last night with the horses on board had been lost in the Kip Road, and had been cleared by the enemy when they were cleaning up the battlefield, and the cavalry had found nothing in the road, and cursed incessantly, so they had to go back to their tents to rest, but no one could sleep under hunger and thirst, and they all complained noisily.

Ma Chao took a hundred soldiers and prepared to go deep into the hinterland to find water and food for the use of the village, while the rest of the sergeants stayed in the camp to rest and stay until the evening, so that they could keep vigil and be on duty.

But I don't know what kind of psychology he had, so he asked Ma Tie to take Qi Han and teach him to follow him in the middle of the team.

Qi Han understood this behavior as that as a prisoner of war, you have to endure hardships and stand hard work to help us do things. So I didn't complain, endured my physical discomfort, and embarked on the trip.

It was morning, and the daylight was already bright, but there was still a thin layer of white mist on the ground that covered the sand. They came out of Kip Road, just about to bypass the terrible big quagmire, and everyone's expressions became awe-inspiring and solemn, and even Ma Chao pursed his lips.

The silence on the mud was like death, and the more than 100 elite horsemen had been sunk in the mud as early as last night and disappeared without a trace. The empty sandy plains seemed to be filled with their terrible cries and terrified wails...... This seemingly harmless green field is a fierce beast that chooses people to be devoured, swallowing up those brave and warlike ironclad warriors, leaving no traces, people, horses, swords, guns, swords, and spears, all falling into it, leaving nothing behind, only some flags, scattered on the mud.

Ma Chao's eyes seemed to be about to breathe fire, staring at the flags that were on the ground and had the word "horse" written on them, and clenched his fists.

"I swear revenge!" he drew his sword, splitting a weathered white stone in half.

The cavalrymen looked solemn, changed their previous wild and savage attitudes, and all faced the north, with their right hands on their left chests, and bowed deeply to the quagmire.

Ma Chao made a gesture, and everyone followed him and walked around to the southwest.

The climate changes in the desert are strange and drastic, often experiencing cold and heat in a day. The night is so cold that thin ice can form in the water bladder, and when the fog clears in the morning, the sun becomes very hot, shining on the sand, and the more you go, the hotter it becomes. People and horses are so tired, sweating all over their bodies, and they are thirsty, even if the hundred people led by Ma Chao are the elite soldiers of the elite soldiers, they still can't resist such anxiety, their eyes are red, and their emotions are irritable.

Until noon, no water source was found. Just when everyone was drowsy and tired, people and horses were tired, suddenly, Ma Chao's white horse neighed, sniffed a few times to the sky, neighed, turned around and galloped south. The cavalry cheered, and their eyes lit up, and they hurriedly followed it, and in a short time, a large area of green appeared in front of them, which did not look like a desert scene at all.

The horses snorted and lowered their heads to the shallow grass on the ground, some of which were even yellow-burred, far less tender and delicious than the green grass of the Hetao, but they had no choice, and several had already fallen before. The sergeants' eyes were red, and they ran towards the green with their blades, their apples stirring.

"It's a hero thorn!"

"The old people say that hero thorns are edible, enough to quench thirst and quench fatigue!"

"Yes, bring this thing back, and it can be used as a drinking ...... in the army."

Everyone lowered their voices, but they couldn't hide their excitement, and rushed over, cutting off those thick green plants, and seeing that they were about to fill the entrance.

Qi Han was also very happy, but when he ran closer, he was startled, and shouted: "This can't be eaten——!"

Ma Chao took the cut succulent plants handed over by his own soldiers, and was studying how to eat them, when he suddenly heard Qi Han's shout, his eyebrows jumped suddenly, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he subconsciously ordered: "Zhong 166 Reading Network."