Wanyan Xianbao understood what these Song people were for launching such a lose-lose suicide attack.

Hatred.

He regretted not listening to Gao Qingyi's advice, and persuaded his father and uncle to stop the Jin army from looting and killing the occupied areas.

The water in the water bladder they carried with them quickly ran out, and they never found a water source, and now they are in a difficult situation.

Wanyan sat on the felt carpet with his knees crossed, and looked at his father Wanyan Zonghan in a daze. In the past few days, my father's cheeks have sunken deeply, and dry blood has cracked on his lips, which had been moist.

"Water ......," Yan Zonghan's voice was so light that it was almost inaudible.

What did he see in his sleepy dreams? Wan Yan slanted at his closed eyes, his heart full of anxiety and uneasiness.

Wan Yan leaned over and got up, picking up the floating soil on the ground in the center of the tent. After digging more than a foot deep, the copper bowl he had buried in the ground the night before was revealed. Two copper bowls, one positive and one backward buckled together, take advantage of the temperature difference between day and night to collect some moisture in the ground.

A thin layer of water droplets condenses at the bottom of the bowl. Wanyan Xianbao wiped off the water droplets with a small white cloth, and then put this wet cloth on Wanyan Zonghan's lips and let him slowly suck the water in the cloth.

Wanyan Zonghan slowly opened his eyes: "Diagonal protection ......"

"Don't speak. Don't waste your energy. Wan Yan Xianbao said.

"I'm sorry......" Wan Yan Zonghan sipped the wet cloth and said softly, "I...... I've hurt you. ”

"Don't say that!" Wan Yan Xianbao suddenly shouted.

In an instant, he only felt an inexplicable frustration rush into his mind, and the troubles and anger that had been accumulated bit by bit by this torturous trip for several days exploded at this moment. Without thinking about it, he covered Yan Zonghan's mouth.

Pukand glanced at them, and then turned his head away.

Wanyan Zonghan still looked at Wanyan Xianbao fixedly, and there was no hint of flinching in his eyes.

Wanyan Xianbao gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry, father, I probably hurt you." ”

He withdrew his hand, stood up, and strode toward the tent door.

"What are you going out for?" Puhan asked as he passed by.

"I'm going to see the camels." Wan Yan Xianbao lifted the double leather curtain of the tent and rushed out.

When I stepped out of the tent, the overwhelming wind and sand immediately rushed in. Although the tent door was deliberately placed in the leeward direction, in the violent wind and sand, there were chaotic vortices surging in from all directions at any time.

They were two big camels bought in Xiren Village before departure, which were used to load tents, weapons, dry food and other supplies. At this moment, the two large camels curled up their bodies, forming a half-human-high barrier, and some of them had been buried by the wind and sand for days. In this thousand miles of sandy river, only this kind of large camel can be used to carry it, and no other horse can resist the attack of sandstorms.

Wanyan slanted and stood in the wind, letting the wind and sand hit his head and face. It didn't take long for his hair and shoulders to be sprinkled with thicker and thicker grit. From time to time, gravel the size of a fingernail was carried by the wind, crackling against his leather armor.

In the gray sky, there was nothing to see but sand. It's like coming to the end of heaven and earth.

And their situation at the moment is like a tent fluttering in a storm, with no way forward.

The way out, where?

A sudden gust of wind caused him to stumble completely off balance and fall to the ground.

Wan Yan leaned on the gravel floor, his hands supporting the sharp gravel on the ground, and hung his head weakly. After several days of continuous water shortage, he could not shed tears at all.

Perhaps the only thing that can let him vent at this moment is shouting.

Like the Jurchen races, they screamed in the wind, and let the wind pull out the soul in their chest and spread it to every corner of the universe......

"What's that sound?" Gao Qingyi opened his eyes slightly vigilantly, "Has the wind changed?" ”

Puhan listened quietly for a moment, shook his head and said, "No. It should be our Highness Xianbao who is going crazy outside. ”

"This feeling...... Wrong! Gao Qingyi stood up suddenly, "What's that?" No way...... How could it be ......"

Puhan raised his eyebrows and pulled back the inner leather curtain at the entrance to the tent. Gao Qingyi followed closely behind him and couldn't wait to get out of the tent.

As soon as the two of them stepped out of the tent, they were stunned.

On the ground not far away, Wan Yan was kneeling on the ground. Behind him, a man stood there, a pair of huge wings visible to the naked eye slowly spreading.

"It's the demon of the Song Kingdom...... Gao Qingyi looked at Sun Hui blankly, "How is it possible...... How is it possible to chase here? ……”

At this moment, the wind and sand in the sky could not affect the giant wings at all, but made it look even more blurry.

I don't know when, Gao Qingyi suddenly felt that the wind and sand around him weakened.

In the area obscured by these wings of spiritual power, a huge force forced the unbridled sandstorm to weaken, and in the center of their position, the impact of the storm was almost completely unfelt.

Even the sandstorm couldn't stop him, so it's no wonder Wanyan Xianbao wanted to kneel in front of him and worship him as a god!

Pu Han couldn't help but touch the knife on his waist, but when he saw Sun Hui's sneering gaze, his hand couldn't help but stop.

Tens of thousands of troops have died under the divine power of this person, what use will his knife be?

"Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you today, none of you will die, I promise." Sun Hui understood what the trembling Jin people in front of him were thinking, and smiled slightly, "Is Wanyan Zonghan here?" I want to talk to him. ”

"I ...... Here......" Wanyan Zonghan's hoarse voice sounded behind Pu Han and Gao Qingyi, Wanyan Xianbao raised his head, saw his father standing there staggeringly, and immediately got up and threw himself to his side and supported him.

"You're not dead, it's good." Sun Hui nodded, untied the leather pot containing water from the belt around his waist, took two steps forward, and handed it to him.

Wanyan Zonghan couldn't wait to snatch the leather pot, unscrew the lid, pick it up and pour it into his mouth, because he drank too quickly, he choked all of a sudden, and couldn't help coughing loudly.

After Yan Zonghan drank a few sips, he gave the leather pot to Wanyan Xianbao, and Wanyan Xianbao and several people passed on the water, and soon drank all the water in the leather pot.

"You've cut off the water, haven't you? Give me all the water bags in a moment, and I'll go fetch water for you. Sun Hui took the empty leather pot with some amusement, "However, before I fetch water for you, I have something to say to you." ”

"Please." After Yan Zonghan drank the water, his spirit was much better, and he was grateful, and his attitude towards Sun Hui was much more polite.