With Chai Huaixing's order, the entire army took steps in unison, lined up in a long line and slowly walked into the Tulun moraine in front of them. At this time, it was a sunny sky and no good weather. In Tirchi's words, such weather indicates that there is no possibility of sandstorms today and tomorrow, but the desert weather is unusual. Therefore, at this time, it is extremely radical to say that there will be no sandstorms within two days. So two days later, on the third day, we will only see what kind of weather will change.

After about an hour of entering the desert, the voices of the soldiers who had been a little excited to whisper in the queue because they had just entered the desert also became silent. Everyone hid the skin on the surface of their bodies as much as possible under the cloak they were wearing, and only sat down on the back of a camel with their heads bowed and walked forward. Only occasionally raised his head to see that he had indeed not separated from the group, and then quickly lowered his head, hiding the skin of his face in the shadows that the sun could not reach. At this time, everyone slowed their breathing as slowly as possible to delay the scorching air baked by the sun from entering the lungs through the nasal cavity, competing with the body for the little water that was left in the first place.

Except for some people who had taken root and grown up in the Western Regions for generations, more than half of Li Wenyuan's army at this time were Han people who had fled from the interior of the Central Plains. For them, the climate in the desert at this time is the biggest enemy they face, although there is no hyacinth in the desert at this time, which is naturally exempt from the threat of sandstorms, but at the same time, it brings high temperatures that are always high in the desert.

At this point, some people in the army more or less had a slight precursor to heat stroke, some of them began to have a pain in their heads, they became more prone to thirst, no matter how much water could not alleviate it, but these were able to overcome their physical discomfort under the suppression of strict military discipline and continue to maintain the integrity of the marching army. However, some Han people who were originally south of the Huai River had more severe symptoms at this time.

Some of these people began to feel dizzy, while others who still had self-control hurriedly tied themselves firmly to the camel under their crotch, ensuring that even if they fainted, they would be able to continue to follow the army by the camel, so as not to fall behind and get lost in the desert. However, some people were overwhelmed by the sudden symptoms of vertigo, and before they could react, they simply rolled over and fell off the camel, and then plunged headlong into the scorching sand.

At this time, Tirqi, who had a lot of experience in leading teams into the desert, knew that these conditions were just the beginning, and that more and more people would have similar symptoms after that. At this time, whether it was Tilqi's professional habits as the leader of the desert or under the influence of the idea of not abandoning any of his comrades, Tilqi, an old fox who had long been accustomed to the desert climate, began to urge the camel under his crotch. The number of people was constantly counted between the front and rear armies in the queue. At this time, he was assisted in counting the number of troops with some people who were more accustomed to the hot desert climate sent during the previous acclimatization training.

Thanks to the efforts of Tirqi and the others, except for a few unlucky people who were crushed by stones hidden in the sand when they fell from their camels, only a few people were really unlucky, and when they fell on the stones, they just broke their temples and died directly on the spot, and the vast majority of the Western Regions army survived the first day after entering the desert.

With the fall of Jin Wuxi and the rise of the Jade Rabbit in the east, Chai Huaixing's army set up a large camp at a designated location in Tilqi, and then built a sand wall around it. Under Tilqi's repeated instructions, all the soldiers set up the camp tent very strongly, and put on the autumn clothes that they brought to wear in late autumn, and then ate dinner in the camp tent, and then fell asleep, although this day was not a long-distance march for them, but in this extreme climate this kind of march is extremely physically demanding, so at this time, the entire camp tent except for the sentries on duty, only Chai Huaixing and Tilqi are left to plan tomorrow's march route against the map on the table.

Tulun moraine is a mobile desert, the terrain in it changes every day, even Tirqi, who is familiar with the desert temperament, can only plan a rough idea, and does not dare to pack a ticket to accurately plan the next day's itinerary. Just like the map that the two of them are looking at on the table now, they only hastily marked a few points representing the oasis on a parchment roll, although the whole map is extremely rough, but the points representing the oasis are extremely accurate, after all, this represents the hope of survival in the desert, and no one dares to be perfunctory.

"General Chai, we will march to this oasis tomorrow, if nothing happens, we will be able to arrive on the third day, and then we can replenish the drinking water once." Tirch gestured with the stick in his hand on the parchment roll.

"It's only the third day, well, how is our drinking water consumption now?" Chai Huaixing nodded and asked the logistics staff next to him.

"Today, only 20% of the drinking water is consumed, and at this rate, the drinking water reserves can support the next oasis." The logistics staff licked his chapped lips and said like a few treasures.

"Then follow the route that Tirqi said, and you all go and rest." Chai Huaixing made a decision on the next day's itinerary.

When he walked out of Chai Huaixing's military tent, Tilqi suddenly felt a chill around his neck, at first he thought that he had been warming the fire in Chai Huaixing's tent for a long time, and he was a little unaccustomed to the cold night in the desert, but Tilqi was keenly aware that there seemed to be a breeze flowing in the air.

Looking at the weather, Tirch had some worries about the next march, and he might be about to see the last thing he wanted. However, Tirqi also knew that the information brought by this breeze showed that at least tonight could be spent safely, so he didn't bother to think about those things that could not be encountered for the time being, stretched his waist and yawned directly back to his tent, and then went directly into the futon without taking off his clothes, covered himself with a sheepskin blanket, and fell asleep.

The night was silent, and the next morning, when Tilchi woke up, the army had just had dinner, and Tilqi had breakfast with a group of sergeants, who had come from the city, and here he felt a little more relaxed.

(End of chapter)