At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the scorching desert finally showed a little sign of coolness, and a cool breeze began to blow and flutter gently with the Damin flag hanging at the head of the city.

However, seeing the official business of Tongli Town, which was full of traces of war and was slowly repaired with the assistance of locals and Damin timber wholesalers, Wadeke, who was once a big man in Tongli Town and one of the patriarchs of the five major clans, was not in a good mood at all, and only had infinite sighs and fears.

"Let's go!"

The chasers behind them pushed and shoved angrily, the chains on the wooden shackles rattled, and hundreds of members of Wade's clan were all wearing such shackles and shackles on their feet, and pushed into the Great Min military town that they had once mastered.

What awaits them may be the beheading of the entire clan as an example, or perhaps the luckier ones may be the degrading of the entire clan as slaves and exiled to the Central Plains, which they do not know, but no matter what happens, they will no longer play any role in the historical course of Tongli Town or the Arabian Peninsula.

The gate next to the terrifying quicksand in Tongli Town suddenly opened, and seeing the greenery of the dates inside, the cold heart of the chasers who had been hunted for a day couldn't help but show a little relaxation, as if they had found the feeling of home, they could relax and sleep peacefully.

But for another group of people, this small town in the west feels like hell has returned to heaven.

"It's finally back!"

Seeing that this town where he used to stay and guard, he had been spoiled twice, three or four years old, the fine armor on his body was full of holes, and most of the armor pieces had been lost, Song Jing, who looked embarrassed, couldn't help but kneel on the ground and wept bitterly.

"It's home!"

"We're finally back!"

The same cries of pain, shouts of various ethnic groups and various languages and accents, also sounded in front of Tongli Town, and the soldiers of the expeditionary force knelt in the sand with tears in their eyes, some hugged the sand together and kissed it, and some wept silently.

It's miserable.

Since the last Arab defeat, it was the first time that Damin had been defeated in this way, with more than 42,000 soldiers, more than 30,000 camels, and more than 50,000 horses.

Wang Lun's cavalry encountered a sandstorm after the rout, Wang Lun himself was nowhere to be found, the whole army was defeated, more than eight layers of people died in the desert for thousands of miles, only hundreds of people fled back in rags, and brought back the news of the annihilation of the whole army, already desperate for the expeditionary force, looking back at the more than 3,000 soldiers who survived this miracle, Xue Ne himself felt incredible.

"Okay, Xiao Song, it's all over!"

Looking at Song Jing, who was crying bitterly, he was silent for a while, and then Xue Ne walked over heavily, grabbed his sleeve and dragged him up, as if he had finally recovered from his sadness, wiped away his tears, and Song Jing also turned around and raised his arm excitedly at the remaining soldiers of the expeditionary force.

"Brothers, let's go home!!"

"Go Home !!"

As if in a dream-like response, the soldiers of the expedition, who were as dry as mummies, also got up from the ground one after another, and swayed towards the open city gate, as well as their colleagues and relatives who went out of the city to welcome them.

"General Li, let's go!"

After appeasing Song Jing and raising his eyebrows, Xue Ne walked towards the Chinese army of the expeditionary force with a bit of complication, and said dryly and with a little disgust.

Even in the desert, it is clear with precious fresh water that the heirloom armor given by Taizong is now almost eroded by the wind and sand, more than half of the armor pieces are lost, only two heart goggles with some scars are left and hung on the chest, and the cheeks that were originally quite a family child are scarred like a dry old orange peel, and there is a deep scar from the right cheek to the left cheek, looking at the high-spirited Tongli Town wall in front of him, Li Chou also nodded with complexity.

Fortunately, it was a war, and a large number of military medical supplies also extended to the front line with the army, and as soon as the more than 3,000 remnants of the soldiers entered the camp, the red gourd team had already rushed over with medicine jars, but to their embarrassment, most of the returning soldiers fell asleep as soon as they touched their pillows, and the snoring was like thunder, so that the medical officers and apprentices were helpless.

"What are you doing in a daze? Check them one by one, feed them with water, prepare tonics, do you still want me to teach you? ”

The annoyed captain and old Taoist priest did not have the kindness of Taoism at all, and he blew his beard and stared at him, which made a group of team members wake up from a dream, untie the iconic red gourd from their waists, take the pulse, feed, and get busy one by one.

It's also a terrible dilemma, but it's a pity that Cui Parker, this kid, can go to rest, but Song Jing can't.

In the center of Tongli Town, at the door of the rare wooden building that was not damaged, more than a dozen chasers were vigilant and cruel guarding the door, and Xue Ne still ordered uneasily: "Be careful, don't let anyone touch!"

Li Chou is the biggest person responsible for this defeat, or the most difficult hot potato to deal with, Xue Ne doesn't want him to make any mess in his hands, hearing the neat response and harmony under his command, and then looking at the sturdy wooden compound, Xue Ne was a little relieved, turned around and patted the shoulders of Song Jing, who was already sleepy and had dark eyes.

"Xiao Song, tell me about you these days."

"Yes, General!"

Although he was tired, Song Jing still had a force in his spirit that he didn't know what was supporting him, and solemnly agreed.

…………

The experience of the remnants of the expeditionary force these days can really be described as legendary.

At the first moment when the sandstorm hit, Song Jing had expected that he would not be able to hold it, so he beckoned his subordinates to retreat, while Song Jing hurriedly marched towards the Chinese army to find Li Chou, to persuade him to retreat from the sand dunes not far behind him, and the whole army to avoid the wind and sand.

It's a pity that by mistake, the wind arrived first, and missed Li Chou blowing Song Jing to the rear army, but fortunately, with his prestige on weekdays, Song Jing persuaded the rear army to take about 3,000 Persian mercenaries with him.

Overconfident in the blow of the sandstorm, or perhaps a little afraid of the power of the sandstorm, Busman was a little afraid of the power of the sandstorm, and only hurried back to take a look, and then led the army to the hinterland of Damin, so that the rear army that had escaped the wind and sand could return to the camp to search.

Tens of thousands of people were either killed by the Arabs in the wind and sand, or buried alive in the sand, scattered in the sandstorm and disappeared, digging in the camp for more than half a day, in addition to the shriveled corpses, more than 1,000 people were rescued.

And then there was also the half-dead Li Chou.

It's really an unprecedented disaster, drinking water is almost lost nine floors, and there is little food left, especially the vast majority of the war horses and camels used as a means of transportation are running well in the desert, and even the oases are dried up because of the burial of sandstorms, and the nearest city of Damin is more than 100 miles away, and what is even more fatal is that the expeditionary force has lost its way.

Li Chou's spirit has tended to collapse, even if he does not collapse, his prestige is discredited, no one is willing to listen to him, the surviving officers of the Hezhong Iron Army discussed with the mercenary leaders of Persia and Tianzhu, and finally elected Song Jing as the acting governor to lead the remnants of the army to retreat.

People were really forced out, and they were suddenly pushed to control the fate of almost 5,000 people, Song Jing was also a little at a loss, rashly went north according to the map, and met another Arab tribe who rushed to Damin to plunder, and after a melee lost almost 1,000 people, Song Jing made an amazing decision and continued to advance in the direction of Riyadh!

After the First World War of Acacia Oasis, Damin lost not only the war, but also the military might, starting from the hinterland of the desert, full of Bedouin tribes who hurried to the coast to rob, leading the army to decisively retract to the Acacia Oasis and hibernate.

After digging out murky springs, feeding on the dried flesh of dead camels, and avoiding the first insane Arab wave, Song Jing led his army westward.

The Bedouins were bought, the maps bought with money were really unreliable, the two oases were empty, and on the fourth day, the officers and men of the expeditionary force found a small oasis at the cost of dying more than 100 lives from thirst, and an old and weak woman and child left behind by a rather large Arab clan.

The men of the tribe have gone to attack Damin, and the enemy's family Song Jing has not relented, and after easily killing the old and weak remnants of the soldiers left behind, the Fujian expeditionary force that was hungry and thirsty for several days enjoyed goat's milk and dried meat, but there was also bad news with it.

This is the only oasis passage within a radius of dozens of miles, and the second group of Bedouin tribes who attacked Damin continue to pass through here.

At this time, the expeditionary force had lost the strength to attack Riyadh, and after the officers' vote, Song Jing finally ordered the tribe of more than 2,000 old and weak women and children to be driven to the depths of the nearby desert to be massacred, and then stepped on the corpses, braving the surging sandstorm and continued to hide all the way to the southwest.

In this way, Song Jing was less than seventy miles away from the Hanifa Valley where Riyadh was located, and several tribes were broken along the way, avenging the Fujian army on the front line, and finally got the news of Li Rang's counterattack, Song Jing finally began to go back with confidence.

"In three days, our army returned to Tongli Town from the Agarwood Oasis to the east, and there was no water source oasis on the way!"

Clicking his finger on the map of the parchment scroll that had been brought back with holes, Song Jing still sighed with palpitations. His fingers rubbed on the map that Song Jing brought back, but Xue Ne seemed to caress the back of his first love, extremely excited and gentle.

The correct oasis, water source, and the distribution of Bedouin tribes, Song Jing really used his life to make a golden road for Damin, and stood up violently with excitement, Xue Ne ordered urgently: "Song Sima, you immediately take this map and plan out the Bedouin tribal strongholds within a radius of 100 miles with the soldiers of the Metropolitan Protectorate, and the upcoming war will be used immediately!"

However, after shouting a sentence, Xue Ne noticed Song Jing's haggard face and tired eyes, and scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "By the way, Xiao Song, you go to rest first, don't be in a hurry about this matter!"

"Yes, General." didn't insist, Song Jing simply hugged his fists and said goodbye, in a month, shouldering the life and death of the whole army, he was indeed tired, and a big nerve was about to break at any time.

Shaking out of the Marshal's Mansion, in a daze, Song Jing and even his soul had already fallen asleep on the bed, but as soon as he walked near the barracks, a young official wearing civilian clothes and a thin and fair-skinned face suddenly rushed over excitedly, hugged Song Jing into his arms, and shouted excitedly.

"Brother, you're back! Came back alive!! ”