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"Strange, where did King Shanshan get so many soldiers and horses?"

Drilling into the yellow sand, Yang Shuang was lucky enough to dodge the cavalry that rushed by, and he was full of doubts in his heart.

As a careerist who is determined to restore the glory of Loulan, it is impossible for that old man to be reckless, and besides, Shanshan City does not have so many people to provide him with troops!

No!

Yang Shuang's mind flashed with inspiration.

Unless, King Shanshan does not only own a Shanshan city, but the entire hometown of Loulan!

Yes, the future Lop Nur can bury a big city!

Although Loulan is called a small country, it is not a city state like Yiwu and Gaochang, but a country with more than a dozen cities, not inferior to a large state in the Central Plains!

"Ma Dan, I knew this was the case, it is better to return to the army to attack Gaochang!"

Yang Shuang couldn't wait to slap himself a few times, and muttered to himself: "I don't know if Shi Da and they escaped!" ”

Suddenly sighed, picked up the iron spear and followed the cavalry running over.

He had to find a way to get enough food to fill his stomach before it got dark, or he would starve to death without the energy of his soul and without the enemy's action.

Running for a long time, or half a day.

When the sun was setting and his stomach was grumbling with hunger, Yang Shuang found that at the end of his vision, a low building appeared.

It's like the broken temple in Journey to the West, Sun Wukong vs. Erlang God.

"Mirage?"

However, with the thought of it, several thick clouds of smoke rose around the low building.

Someone?!

Yang Shuang was vigilant, squinted to observe the afterglow of the sunset, and found that the light was not enough to support the phantom, so he immediately picked up his gun and quietly touched it.

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In ancient times, the Central Plains Dynasty and the Xiongnu in the Northern Regions fought for many years, and the two sides were deadlocked for hundreds of years.

During this period, a large number of legendary generals emerged, such as the famous generals Li Mu, the Qin generals Meng Yi and Meng Tian, the generals Wei Qing and Huo Qubing of the Western Han Dynasty, and the flying general Li Guang.

Aside from these well-known generals, in fact, there are many unknown generals, in unknown places, who have fallen into the desert.

Hearsay.

In the early years of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Xiongnu were divided, and the Central Plains Dynasty united with the Southern Xiongnu to flank the Northern Xiongnu.

There is a Central Plains soldiers and horses deep into Mobei, ready to cut off the back road of the Northern Xiongnu, never thought, the weather is bad, sandstorms are frequent, two thousand troops lost their way in Mobei, unfortunately broke into the east of the Jungger Basin in this vast Gobi.

Later, when food and fresh water ran out, the soldiers were hungry and thirsty, and the men and horses were tired.

Suddenly, the leading general found that the distance was sparkling and the sails were racing, so he led his soldiers to go happily.

I don't know how long I walked, but the mighty waves got farther and farther away, and finally gradually disappeared, and the general and his party knew what the mirage was.

In desperation, the general had no choice but to order someone to dig a spring on the spot, but the water was so bitter that it was undrinkable.

The general couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh: "Heaven will destroy me!" ”

In the end, thousands of soldiers in the whole army were left with only the last pot of water, and the general could not bear to drink it alone, so everyone licked it, and finally the water was exhausted and the whole army was annihilated.

Later generations were impressed by the character of the general, named the place where the general fought the general Gobi, and worked tirelessly to transport bricks and wood with a camel caravan, and built the general's temple in the place where the general was killed.

"And then?"

In the General's Temple, a young man with a thin figure but an unusually smart look looked at his centurion with unfinished eyes.

"Later, the gods of the Central Plains seemed to be touched, and one day, the bitter water turned into a spring and condensed into a stream, and the bitter water became very clear from turbidity to no longer bitter."

"It's amazing!" The young man was hungry and thirsty, and continued to ask, "And then?" ”

"Then, the Huns were destroyed, our Loulan became the master here, many sentinels ran around for several days, all resting here for a little supply, and what is even more amazing is that no one has ever encountered a sandstorm here!"

The centurion respectfully saluted the dilapidated ceramic sculpture, "Don't worry, general, I'm just passing by, and I'll leave tomorrow as soon as possible!" ”

"Brother, this is just a sculpture, besides, our descendants of Loulan, what is polite to the Han general!" Beside him, a man in the same costume raised his foot and kicked over the sculpture, squatting on the dusty tribute table.

"Bang ······"

The rotten wooden table collapsed suddenly, sending smoke up to fill the room.

"Poof·····"

After an inaudible sound, the centurion, who had sat on the tribute seat, fell to the ground clutching his throat.

All around, the Shanshan soldiers who were choking and coughing again and again, no one noticed this scene, and in order to avoid the dust, they ran out of the broken temple one after another.

"Ahem, damn Hula, don't take us with you for your mother's death!" The storyteller slapped his clothes and hair and roared angrily.

The soldiers who ran out together, daring to be angry but not daring to speak, took out the water bladder angrily, and prepared to take a look at the steamed food.

"My lord, it's not good, the food is gone, and there are three whole cauldrons !!"

"Did you get taken ·····away by a wild beast?" As the centurion spoke, he suddenly woke up, where did the beasts come from in the desert Gobi? "Who stole it?!"

"My lord, all the fifty people we left behind in the General's Temple are here, besides, even if we eat secretly, no one can eat the food of a hundred people!"

"Be vigilant!" The centurion walked to the east side of the ruined temple and was about to open the window so that the smoke and dust in the temple would soon dissipate.

Out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the foggy sculpture, and the centurion's pupils shrank.

At the foot of the sculpture, a red snake crawled out!

No, that's blood!

Whose blood?!

Thinking of the various rumors about Mobei when the sentry horse was chatting, the centurion felt a little chill on his back, pointed to the two soldiers behind him, and said quietly: "You, and you, go in and take a look!" ”

Before the two soldiers could follow the instructions and enter the house, two heavy objects suddenly fell to the ground from the periphery of the crowd.

Everyone looked back and was stunned to see the comrade-in-arms who had just been listening to the story outside the house with him, holding his throat with his hands, his mouth opening and closing, his eyes bulging, and he lost his breath.

"Hell!!"

"Shut up!" The centurion slapped the screaming young man in the face, "Light the torch and gather all around!" ”

The sky was dark, and the surroundings of the General Temple were quiet.

A strange aura filled the audience, and the young man's originally smart eyes were full of panic, and he couldn't help but run into the broken temple.

"Don't go in, the big army will be back soon, back to back, against the wall!" The centurion was at a loss and continued to comfort his frightened men.

There are only two ruined temples, which can not accommodate more than fifty men in armor.

"Puff ·······"

As soon as the slightly flustered crowd approached each other according to the military order, there was the sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground from the periphery.

The two Shanshan soldiers, who were also holding their throats, lost their lives with the same way of death.

"Who?!"

The centurion hurried to the corpse, pulled out the inconspicuous arrow on the neck of the deceased, and shouted behind him: "See clearly, this is not caused by evil spirits, but by enemies!" ”

"Be careful, sir!"

"Poof······