A tall camel with brown hair paced slowly on the fine sand in the scorching sun, its eyes squinting, its long eyelashes shielding it from the sand and the sun, and its broad soles clasped tightly to the ground, neither sliding down nor sinking into quicksand due to its high weight. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Behind it was a majestic black general, his hair shaved and his pores covered with a layer of greasy sweat, his muscles bulging, reflecting a powerful glow in the sunlight.

Suddenly, a soldier who looked like a colonel ran to his side, the colonel's skin was also tanned, his face was covered with sweat, and the general was tugging at the camel's mane and listening slightly.

"General, we have already died in a day and a half after we set foot on this road, and if we continue like this, I am afraid that before we reach Grand Galamar City, half of these strong men will die. ”

The black general smiled, and he picked up his scimitar and pointed ahead.

"Qile, do you know that this desert is the first tempering we have given them, and those who cannot survive such a simple march are not qualified to go to the battlefield against the Royal Guard. ”

The endless desert is like an invisible beast lurking in the sand and scorching sun, constantly devouring any traveler, merchant and adventurer who tries to challenge its authority, and everyone must enter the desert with a mortal heart, because even the most skilled desert bandits cannot guarantee that they will survive the cruel desert.

The desert is home to undiscovered riches, gold, precious stones...... But it is also pregnant with death.

"But General, our troops are already stretched thin compared to the Emperor's soldiers, shouldn't we cherish all the power that can be used at this time?" The little colonel named Qile couldn't bear to say, there were many of his countrymen here, although most of them were inferior, but just watching them fall in the desert like this, he still felt a trace of unbearable from the bottom of his heart.

On the battlefield, ten conscripted militia can be exchanged for the retreat of a hundred conscripted militiamen, and the retreat of a hundred conscripted militiamen can lead to the collapse of a thousand troops, and the collapse of a thousand troops is enough to trigger the defeat of a campaign. ”

The black general and the colonel conversed, and after a little more walking forward, they stepped back, and over one dune, they saw a long procession stretching like ants behind another dune, guarded at intervals by soldiers in black armor and a white smock.

These are the conscripts of the Yuxiri Oasis, who will be trained briefly in the North and then assigned to one Galama nobleman after another, and then go to the front with their respective noble generals.

Originally, as the lords of Baron Yuxiri, these people should be led by Baron Yuxili himself or sent henchmen to go to the battlefield together, but there are really not many regular troops in Yuxiri, and it is difficult to control such a large number of conscripts, so they are simply distributed to various nobles, and they can also be exchanged for a certain amount of military reduction and wealth.

It was all too common for a lord to trade his people for profit and money in this era, because as a lord, he had de facto ownership and nominal use of all the property in his domain, including people.

Today, these "betrayed" lords walk on the soft yellow sand with difficulty, and from time to time someone falls headlong and can no longer get up.

There were too many men to recruit, and although the soldiers in charge tried to maintain order, the stingy lords did not give them enough supplies, so that the average number of people on these lords was pitiful, and the dehydration and bitter heat soon cost most of the men who had never left the oasis.

"Brother, put me down. "One boy was lying on the back of another, slightly older boy, his voice was weak, his lips were cracked.

The young man, who was called his elder brother, paused slightly, and then continued to follow the team in front of him.

"Are you two brothers?" a passing guard heard the young man's words and looked over, only to find that the two young men were quite different in terms of skin color and appearance, and they didn't look like brothers.

The elder brother who was carrying the young man on his back raised his head and glanced at the guard, touched his lips, and then said, "Master Jun, we are not brothers, but he is my younger brother." ”

The guard nodded thoughtfully, as if touched, and then he looked around, and quietly took out a kettle from his bosom: "Take it and drink it, I hope you all survive." ”

The elder brother showed a grateful smile, took the kettle to protect his chest, he hesitated at first, but he was still tortured by the thirst in his throat, and finally swallowed a mouthful of saliva and carefully sucked a small sip into his mouth, and then immediately handed it to his brother's mouth: "Drink, Marsha." ”

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"Booker, go get some money for two pairs of sandals, I feel like I have more sweat in my boots now than in your jug. A soldier yawned and lowered his hat from his head.

The other soldier shrugged: "Well, if you're not afraid that the general will hang you and hang you on the flagpole to dry, then I'll be happy to serve." ”

The imperial military system followed by the Garamaber Kingdom is extremely strict, although it is said that the military discipline in the following garrison troops is not very good, but this time they are the harshest general in the entire Uxiri, Will Ash, and no one wants to be hanged on the flagpole by the general for the crime of being disheveled because he changed his sandals to breathe.

The two soldiers in armor chatted tiredly, the sun was hot, the boots under their feet were full of sweat, and they made a snorting sound when they walked, but soon the water evaporated and turned into water vapor and stuck to their feet and necks, and soon slipped and evaporated again...... This makes the whole boot form a miniature water circulation.

Suddenly, one of the soldiers, Booker, squatted on the ground in surprise, and at the base of the rhizome of a cactus plant where it grows, he carefully took out his knife and cut off a clump of grass that had dried up.

"Oh~Lesch, look what good things I've found!" Booker wrapped the hay in a small piece of cloth, took a blade of grass, crushed it, and put it in a brass pipe and smoked it.

"Booker, if you give me two puffs, I'll choose not to tell General Will Ash about it. ”

"You cunning fellow. Booker hammered the guy and handed the pipe over.

This blade of grass resembles a tobacco leaf, and it is refreshing to smoke as if the whole body is cold to the bone, which is a sacred object for anyone who suffers from the scorching heat of the desert.

Suddenly, Booker slapped Lesch and scared the thing into a shudder.

"Oh, man, I swear I just took a puff. Lesch was talking as he puffed out a smoke ring, and suddenly followed Booker's gaze, "What's that? ”

I saw in the distance, there was a black dot that was rapidly approaching the large army, the man strode meteor, his steps rose and fell very quickly, and he landed on the ground full of fine yellow sand without a trace of falling, almost instantly, Booker made a judgment, this person is absolutely extraordinary.

"Who's coming?" was about to scold Lesch when Booker slapped him.

"You kid don't want to live anymore!" Booker glared at the aggrieved Lesch and said in a low voice, "You go and inform the general, if I guess correctly, this person is at least a great samurai!"

The Great Samurai is the exclusive name of the Shurima Empire for the samurai who have reached gold, as one of the few large unified multi-ethnic empires in the history of the Runemar Lands, although the golden powerhouses of the Shurima Empire are many times more than those of later generations, but they are also very statusual existences.

For example, the leader of this team, the black general Will Aisch, was a great samurai.