On the northern border, in the yellow sand, camel bells are long, and a long line escorts the military supplies that have just been transported from the south.

The person in charge of this military escort is Yunping,

He rode a tall camel with a hint of sadness on his brow.

Recently, the war in the north has been going very well, and the army has advanced 2,000 miles all the way north, capturing many cities in desert oases.

However, there are many troubles and problems caused by this, and the battle line is stretched too long, which makes it very difficult to supply military supplies.

In the past, a squad of a few hundred people could escort the military to the front.

Now, because you have to cross the desert, you will not only encounter horse thieves along the way, but also be ambushed by enemy troops.

Therefore, the procession of escorting the quartermaster often requires several thousand people, and must be led by a reliable general.

Yun Ping received a secret letter from the high priest, so he personally led the team and went on this trip.

Otherwise, with his strength and status, he would never have become a supply quartermaster.

At this moment, there was a cry of surprise from behind, and the yellow sand splattered violently, and dozens of diminutive strange people rushed out of the quicksand.

The men were swift and armed with scimitars, and they stabbed the quartermasters almost as soon as they screamed.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen quartermaster soldiers fell from their camels, bleeding from their necks and dying instantly.

When Yun Ping saw this sudden attack, his expression did not change in the slightest.

He leaped to his feet, somersaults, and came to the dwarves, his legs swept like a gale, and immediately two of them were kicked to the ground, and their chests cracked and died.

The other soldiers, who were also not in a hurry and were not in a chaotic formation, rushed forward with weapons in hand.

From the moment they stepped into the desert, they were attacked no less than five times, three of which were the work of these quicksanders.

The Quicksand People are an indigenous race in the desert, small in stature, able to move freely in the quicksand, agile, and natural ambush killers, just like poisonous scorpions in the desert.

Now on the front-line battlefield, the army of the Southern Ming Dynasty is attacking the capital of the Quicksand Country.

The country of quicksand is facing the end of the country, so it will send so many dead soldiers who are not afraid of death in an attempt to cut off the military route of the Southern Ming army.

Yun Ping and the soldiers quickly killed all the dozens of quicksand dead.

These dead soldiers have no intention of returning when they come, and their only purpose is to destroy the military supplies.

Fortunately, everyone reacted in time this time, except for a dozen people killed in the battle, there was no loss of military supplies.

The first few attacks by the quicksand dead soldiers caused them heavy losses, and several truckloads of grain and grass were burned.

After a brief cleaning of the battlefield, Yun Ping gave an order, and everyone once again embarked on the road forward.

Three days later, Yunping saw a camp built on an oasis, which was the base camp of the Nanming army.

After waiting for more than a month, the military supplies finally arrived, and the soldiers in the camp were happy and rejoicing when they saw the long quartermaster line.

Marching and fighting in the desert was very difficult, and both food and water had to be extremely economical.

After Yunping finished handing over the materials, he immediately rushed to the largest camp tent in the center of the camp.

The two guards standing at the door did not stop him, and let Yun Ping stride into the tent.

Inside the big tent, there were large boxes, and each box was stuffed with books.

An old, unkempt man in ordinary clothes sat at a desk, looking down and flipping through letters.

Yun Ping strode in, and the old man heard the movement, but he didn't look up, still flipping through the letter in his hand.

After reading the letter in his hand, the old man looked up at Yun Ping and asked.

"How's the situation in the capital?"

Yun Ping replied respectfully.

"His Majesty the Emperor's conscription order has spread throughout the country, and almost all the vassal armies have arrived in the capital. A month later, His Majesty the Emperor will personally participate in the ceremony and allocate 100,000 elite soldiers to the front. ”

The old man pondered for a moment and said.

"It's too late, we have to take the quicksand country in three months, and the longer it drags on, the worse it will be for us.

You go back and inform the emperor that the ceremony will be arranged in advance, and you only need to allocate 50,000 elite soldiers. ”

Yun Ping nodded yes, and was about to say something, but there was a sudden rumbling sound outside.

His face changed, and he hurriedly rushed out of the tent, and saw an extremely terrifying scene.

In the distant sky, yellow sand rolled up, forming a tornado storm that connected the heavens and the earth.

In the midst of this storm, a huge figure could be vaguely seen, standing up to the sky and the earth, like a god.

As soon as the giant's figure stomped his feet, the earth trembled, and the sky seemed to shatter with a fist.

Yun Ping had never seen such a spectacular and amazing scene in his life, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at the giant blankly, and his breathing seemed to stagnate.

At this time, the high priest in the tent walked out, stood beside Yun Ping, and patted him on the shoulder soothingly.

This old man looks ordinary, and when he is placed in a pile of people, no one will notice.

At this moment, his expression was surprisingly calm, and his slightly cloudy eyes revealed a vicissitudes of life and wisdom, as if he had seen too many strange things in this world, and he would not have any mood because of anything.

The old man's voice spoke calmly.

"That's the desert god of the Quicksand Country, if it weren't for this, we would have leveled the Quicksand Country a long time ago. ”

Yun Ping's heart was shocked, this was the first time he had heard of the desert god.

The old man said slowly.

"This desert has existed since ancient times, its origin is even earlier than the Nanzhao Forest, and legend has it that the desert god existed before the birth of the witch god.

It is a god of death in the desert, and anyone who does not believe in it will have their soul taken away by the desert god. ”

Yun Ping's heart set off a big wave, looking at the giant wearing the yellow salon roll, he couldn't believe that the scene in front of him was real.

He asked, swallowing and a little dry in his throat.

"Is this giant real, or is it an illusion?"

The old man chuckled and spoke.

"Of course it's true, you look closely at the sky. ”

Yun Ping raised his head and moved his gaze to a higher place.

The desert sky was clear, and few clouds appeared, so he could see at a glance that there was a figure walking in the sky at an altitude of thousands of meters.

Because the distance was too far, Yun Ping couldn't see the figure's appearance clearly, but he still recognized the figure's identity at a glance and exclaimed.

"The Witch King...... That's the Witch King!"

The tiny figure in the sky quickly closes the distance with the giant running wild in the desert.

About a kilometer away, the tiny figure raised its right hand high, and a thunderbolt of lightning appeared out of thin air, shining in all directions.

The thunder and lightning were like a long sword in his hand, slashing at the giant who stood on the top of the sky.

The giant roared wildly, grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, and formed a giant axe of yellow sand, which slashed towards the thunder.

The difference in size between the two is too large, as if an adult is fighting an ant.

The visual impact of this scene will be unforgettable for everyone.