Not only the bad weather, but also mosquito bites have become a big problem for the entire military camp.

I had long heard that there were many mosquitoes in southern Xinjiang, and Liu He thought he was very witty and specially instructed Qian Zhuan to purchase more mosquito repellent grass before going on the expedition, but he didn't expect that these mosquito repellent grasses would not play a role at all.

Growing up in the north since he was a child, Liu He saw a big mosquito about the same length as his finger for the first time, in the words of Chen Mo, who is also a northerner, such a big mosquito, with three or five of them, can be used as a dish for snacks.

Fortunately, this mosquito is large and has a large amount of food, so it has little interest in people and specializes in the blood of war horses.

But in this way, all the horses in the barracks were killed, and those cavalry stayed in the stables all night in order to protect their beloved mounts, and drove away mosquitoes for their respective horses, but it still had little effect, as long as one was not careful, there would be a few more red and swollen bags on those horses.

Seeing this situation, Liu He, who has always been thoughtful, also began to worry.

The roads in southern Xinjiang are rough and difficult, and most of these horses are pack horses. Is it possible that the soldiers should carry it themselves?

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Liu He turned his heart sideways and ordered all the mosquito repellent grass to be taken out and pasted all over the whole body of the war horse.

One or two are useless, the master doesn't believe it, a body of mosquito repellent grass, it should always have some effect, right?

In fact, Liu He himself knows in his heart that this can only relieve the siege for a while, even if it has some effect, at most it can only last for a day or two, and when the mosquito repellent grass is used up, these war horses will still be unable to escape.

Just when Liu He was about to break the kettle and squander all the mosquito repellent grass at once, Mo Li suddenly stood up and said that he had a way to make it work.

So far, it can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and with Mo Li's medical skills, maybe there can really be some effective methods.

Mo Li first ordered people to gather all the mosquito repellent herbs together, and then mixed several medicinal herbs into it, crushed and mashed them together, and finally added a little rainwater, filtered it, and made a potion.

The others were looking suspicious on the side, but Liu He smelled the smell of this potion, but his eyes lit up and he felt that there was a play.

Because the taste of this potion is very familiar, it is not much different from the wind of oil, but it is just lighter.

Sure enough, after applying the potion to the war horse, the mosquitoes all avoided it and never harassed the war horse again.

Liu He hurriedly ordered the soldiers to also apply this mosquito repellent water to their bodies, lest those big mosquitoes not be able to suck the blood of the war horses and run to suck the blood of people.

What surprised Liu He was that the mosquito repellent water that Mo Da Ming had concocted not only solved the big problem of mosquito bites in the barracks, but also used it to get closer to the people of southern Xinjiang in the village.

Relying on these mosquito repellent waters, Liu He won the trust of the villagers, and from the villagers, he learned the location of the nearby clean water source, and at the same time solved the problem of drinking water in the barracks.

It's just that Liu He takes the initiative to go to the village with mosquito repellent water every time, and never lets those villagers come to the military camp, if you let those people in southern Xinjiang know that they are the group of unkind Central Plains people that the old woman said, I am afraid that before I see the queen of southern Xinjiang, the military camp will have to be burned.

Simple and strong, sometimes only between the lines.

This was summed up by Liu He after a few days of wandering around the village.

Everything is good in the village, but the entertainment of those villagers is so fucking scary.

The two men face each other, tie one hand together, and hold a dagger in the other, until one of them takes the lead in drawing five scars on the other's body.

Of course, according to the rules, you can also admit defeat, but Liu He has watched such a competition several times, and has only seen someone who has been cut down and covered in blood and gritted his teeth, but he has never seen a person who took the initiative to admit defeat.

The people of the village call this kind of competition Saiyagi, which is said to mean dexterity.

Dexterity or not, Liu He didn't see it much, it was true that he didn't want to die.

The neighbors who had to say hello with a smile when they met just now, at the beginning of the competition, it was like seeing the enemy who killed their father, and their eyes were red.

After watching a few matches of Sai Yagi, Liu He suddenly felt that a simple sentence of the people's fierce customs was not enough to describe these people in southern Xinjiang who took their lives seriously.

Liu He has never been able to understand what the significance of Sai Yamu to these villagers, the two sides who had just faced off on the field, immediately hugged each other enthusiastically after the end, and both sides laughed very happily, as if they were not hugging the guy who had slashed several knives on him, but like a long-lost brother.

What puzzled Liu He the most was that whenever there was a race in the village, there were always villagers who warmly invited him to participate, and put on a posture that if you don't come, you won't give me face.

Although it is difficult to refuse, when it is time to refuse, it is still necessary to refuse, Liu He feels that this is not a matter of not giving face at all, it is a matter of dying.

Fortunately, Mo Da understood and relieved Liu He again, took out a few bottles of elixir for the treatment of knife wounds, applied them to the wound, and the bleeding stopped immediately.

When the villagers saw it, they immediately cheered, and happily took the medicine to heal their wounds.

However, everything has advantages and disadvantages, and the side effect of getting the healing elixir is that in the past few days, the Sai Yagi in the village has been held more frequently.

Liu He was very helpless at first, but after a long time, he got used to it, and in the end, he even felt that these villagers lived very freely.

It's just that he left a few scars on his body, and life still has to go on with a smile, which may be the way of life that people in southern Xinjiang believe in.

Three days later, the old woman left the village with her entourage.

After getting the news, Liu He also quietly left, followed the old woman with the Southern Expeditionary Army, and went to the place where the queen of Southern Xinjiang was.

At first, Liu He was quite puzzled, it was still early from the agreed time, and there was only such a big place in southern Xinjiang, as for leaving two days in advance?

But as soon as he left, Liu He found that fortunately it was two days in advance, and if it was delayed, I am afraid that he would not be able to catch up with the time of the rally.

The road in southern Xinjiang is too difficult to walk, even the dozen or so strong men carrying the old woman are walking with difficulty, not to mention the army of tens of thousands of people behind Liu He.

Take a few single-plank bridges on the road, there are only about 20 entourages around the old woman, and it is easy to pass, but Liu He is not so easy here, not only to command the troops to pass quickly and orderly, but also to send scouts to catch up with the old woman in front, so as not to lose it, you can imagine how chaotic the scene was at that time.