Ps: I'm sorry: I admit my mistake to everyone, I've been in a hurry to close and open a new book recently, and my heart didn't come back after the holiday, and I wrote a little sloppy, and the next closing story, I will write delicately. Thank you for your understanding.

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In fact, the vast Western Regions are not completely deserted, there are people, scattered in the Gobi bordering Daliang, there are some tribes, producing all kinds of glazed utensils, and in the Gobi Desert, which is closest to Daliang, it is rich in grape wine.

The people in the Western Regions are collectively referred to as the Hu people.

Its total population, which was counted once in the Shunzong era, is only hundreds of thousands.

The land is vast and sparsely populated, and it is not rich in mineral veins, and even the iron tools that are rich need to be purchased and replaced from Daliang - the successive dynasties did not add the Western Regions with soldiers, which was regarded as a little mercy of the king.

The Hu people are already desolate.

Of course, the most important thing is that even if you conquer the Western Regions, there is no benefit.

Glassware can be changed.

Once the grain can be exchanged for several carts, grape wine is even more so, it is extremely cheap in the Western Regions, but when it comes to Daliang, it is controlled by the court, and it is not available to the rich and unofficial eunuchs.

In the first year of Dading, when someone in Dali killed Duan Daoxing, the first person in kendo, with a fingering "stun", in the depths of the Western Regions, there was a ragged young man, carrying a skin made of a sheep's stomach, filled with precious water, and continued to move deeper.

The boy's name is Ramanujam.

Rama Nujam was dressed in rags, and judging by his style, it was actually a cool Confucian shirt - for many tribes in the Western Regions, it was actually a status symbol, and it was not worn by the rich people of the tribe or the leader of the family.

Ramanau Jam's status is indeed not low, he is the second son of a patriarch named Kshatriya tribe at the very edge of the Western Regions.

A month after the change from empress to Dading, Ramanujam left the tribe and went deeper into the Gobi - in the name of the Kshatriya patriarch, carrying the hopes of all the tribesmen.

On the first day of the Yuan Change, the entire Western Regions suddenly fused.

On that day, the sand and rocks flew, the mountains shook and the houses collapsed, and everyone could not stand, as if the earth was shaking under their feet, and the feet became a layer of soft water paper.

From the depths of the Western Regions, a huge tornado swept overwhelmed, and the wind and sand covered the world for two days and two nights, blowing down countless houses, and even thousands of people were buried in this great storm.

No one knows what's going on.

It was under such circumstances that Ramanaum set out, for the sake of his people, he was going to investigate, and for this he had been walking for two months.

Fortunately, the skills he has cultivated since childhood have allowed Ramanujam to always find water in the next door, but today, he has seen despair, because there are fewer and fewer water sources to find.

In half a month at most, he will have to return.

This Gobi has devoured too many warriors of the Kshatriya tribes, and countless people have entered this Gobi to find a more suitable place for the tribe to survive, but no one can do it.

The people who went and never came back.

Half a month later, Ramanau Jam was completely desperate, walked through countless sand dunes, and he still did not see hope, and the water in the sheepskin bag could only provide him with the minimum needs of life for one day.

And on this day, he can only use it to find the nearest water source on the return trip.

Unable to move forward.

Ramanaum was not reconciled, but he had to accept the reality, and finally looked at the huge sand dunes not far away, hesitated for a long time, and finally looked back in the direction of his homeland.

Grinning dry, fleshy lips.

Laughed.

My beloved hometown...... Bye.

For you, I am willing to go further, just for that faint opportunity, my wish, just so that my people can one day enjoy the inexhaustible water source, can be like those people in Daliang, have fertile land to cultivate, and can more wantonly establish countless private schools and schools on the soil......

Ramanujam removed the sheepskin pouch and drank all the water inside.

Forward!

Keep moving!

Son of Kshatriya, never flinch, even if it is death!

I'm going further.

Ramanujam staggered along.

He wanted to go to the sand dune.

Look at this Gobi that has imprisoned the Kshatriya tribe for more than a thousand years, he hates this Gobi, of course he hates the people of the world in Daliang, guarding such a fertile land but not cherishing it, and there are wars every ten years and a hundred years.

The tribes of the Western Regions are not without ambition, but during the Great Yan Dynasty, many tribes united together and tried their best to build an army of 30,000 people.

The tribes of the Western Regions no longer dare to have extravagant hopes.

Ramanaum knew that the last hope of Kshatriya and even the entire Western Regions was not in Daliang, and after this Gobi, as long as he could go out, then his people could also go out.

It's just that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and at this moment, Ramanujam climbed the sand dunes with a desperate heart.

After drinking the last water, he can still hold on for half a day.

But half a day...... It is only possible to cross this sand dune, and behind the sand dune, there is still an endless unknown, like an incomparably huge sand beast, devouring itself with its mouth open.

I'm going to die.

The corpse will dry up in a few days, and with the erosion of the wind and sand, it will eventually become a dead corpse, and it will be submerged under the gravel, no one knows that in this place, there was a young man who walked thousands of miles with hope.

One step, two steps......

It's hard to get started.

Ramanaum knew that he was dying, and that the dunes were far higher than he had seen.

But he didn't give up.

Even if it's death, look at the darkness and despair behind the dunes.

Ramanujam failed to walk the dunes.

He climbed up.

The moment he climbed up, he was no longer powerless, he could only crawl on the sand dunes, and he didn't even have the strength to look up at the dunes.

Am I going to die?

My people, can they no longer see hope?

Ramananumjam's mind grew confused.

However......

A stream of salty air crashed into his nostrils without warning, and the air blowing from behind the dunes seemed to have a faint sweetness, and Ramanaum smiled bitterly, was this the last mercy that the god Shakti gave himself?

Ramanaum used the last of his strength to raise his head slightly, and looked behind the dunes out of the corner of his eye.

And then......

He saw a mirage!

In the distance, in the far distance, a towering cliff cut off the heavens and the earth, into a great wall, across the endless desert, above the cliff, the fog towering clouds and mist.

Ramanujam smiled, it was good.

This is the fairyland on earth that I and all the people of the clan say we yearn for.

It's a pity that it's a mirage.

Perhaps, it is just the scenery of a state and county in the land of Daliang, which is commonplace......

Ramanujam wanted to cry, but he couldn't shed a single tear.

Slowly close your eyes.

Nine heavens behind him, thunder rolled in...... Ramanajam's tired body was no longer able to move, he thought it was just a hallucination before he died, after all, this was in the desert, where did the thunder come from.

There is thunder and rain, which is only in a dream, and the cool scenery recorded in simple books.

But the next moment, when an indescribable energy scraped Ramananum's skin like a knife, he suddenly became a spirit, and the indomitable soul of his life stirred up the last strength, turned over and sat up, and looked up at the sky.

Above the sky, from the direction from which he came, a long sword, an incomparably huge long sword, or - it was a dragon!

A water dragon!

Like a sword, a water dragon crossed the boundless desert and fell into the mirage in the distance.

Rama Nujam followed the old man in the clan who had sent an envoy to Da Liang Lin'an to learn swordsmanship, not high, according to the rules set by the Empress Da Liang, it can be regarded as a jade realm.

Rao is like this, he can also feel the sword intent contained in that water dragon.

It's very lonely, as if it has been hundreds of thousands of years of loneliness on the top of an independent mountain, and the indescribable loneliness of the world makes people feel sad, as if they are there.

At this moment, Ramanaum could understand the sorrow of the man who had the sword.

The sorrow of being alone and seeking defeat.

It is also full of arrogance, the sword intent is speechless, but there is full of words, only one sentence: Don't deceive me into being cold and no one!

Ramanujam was suddenly ecstatic.

He was not shocked by this incomparably huge water dragon, which was not fast at all compared to the huge Great Wall in the distance, this water dragon seemed to be the water of the entire East China Sea.

He was ecstatic...... The sword is real.

So......

The Great Wall in the distance, and the fairyland on earth above the Great Wall, are not mirages.

It's true!

Wish!

Ramanujam sees hope!

In the most glorious moment of his life, he was not confused, and the last love for life, for the people, and for the beauty burst out in his bones and soul, which gave him a trace of strength again.

Ramanujam sat cross-legged.

Suddenly tore the already ragged clothes on his chest, pulled out the knife on his waist, and slashed it into the middle of his chest without hesitation, and blood suddenly gushed out.

An "egg" rolled out and landed on the sand.

Crushed eggs.

A monster the size of a baby's fist emerged from a shattered eggshell.

When he touched the air, he was full of feathers and spread his wings.

Like a bird.

This is the "sacred bird" that the Kshatriya tribe sacrifices to raise in a secret way, and before setting out, it is placed between the chest of Ramanujam with a secret method, and it is nourished by flesh and blood, just for this chance of chance.

Ramanaum looked weakly at the little bird that was spinning around him, and said softly, "Go back." ”

Birds can hear human speech.

Hearing the words, he spread his wings and returned with a fierce shot, like a flame for a few miles.

Ramanaum did not go to see the sacred bird.

He knew that once the Divine Bird returned to the Kshatriya tribe, it would not need any information, and everyone knew that they had found hope - if they failed, they would not let the Divine Bird be born at all.

Ramanaum looked at the cliff in front of him, and looked at the huge opening on the "Great Wall" that was pulled out by the water dragon sword when it passed by, like a gate to a fairyland.

Ramanujam grinned.

No more life.

Sitting cross-legged, blood dried up, and the wind and sand gradually rose.

The sand dunes below him moved with the wind, and the wind and sand fluttered like a huge lotus flower.

A few days later, the Divine Bird returned, and when it landed, it was exhausted, but the corpse of this Divine Bird made the entire Western Regions boil, and the tribes began to gather, select the strongest warriors and the best weapons and equipment, and set off as the vanguard.

It's been a long journey.

While people were rejoicing in their preparations, they did not forget Ramanau Jam as a warrior.

Ramanujam is revered as Garuda.

Known as the god of rebirth from the fire, all the people of the Western Regions, hoping that Ramanujam can become a god and return to protect the Western Regions.

Ramanujam, be a god!

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