Finally rested for two days, in the blink of an eye, the suffering Fujian army was again engaged in the game with the wind and sand, against the overwhelming wind and sand, the expeditionary force composed of soldiers of all ethnic groups with difficulty covered their noses with scarves, riding on the back of the war horse camel to try to lower the body, every step, the horse's hooves or camel legs will print a pit in the sand.

The whole army was like a huge lion marching through the desert, and the dusky yellow sand raised under the sergeant's feet even formed a strange yellow cloud overhead, and from a distance, it was like a huge earth dragon, full of murderous aura.

But even if it is a dragon, the Fujian army at this time is also a tired dragon, sent out to the present fourteen days, more than 6,000 horses and camels have been killed, because they are afraid of thirst, when they set off, each soldier is desperately filling all the water bags with water, and even killing camels to take their skins, bladders, stomach bags, intestines to fill water, thousands of camels are also hanging a pair of heavy buckets on their backs, staggering on the road.

Fortunately, the Bedouins who were being chased were also in poor condition.

Still trekking at the front of the army, clearing the army of sneak attackers in any direction, Song Jing led the camel around the sand dunes with even more difficulty.

Who asked him to offend Li Chou ruthlessly? All the dangerous work was thrown at him by this narrow-minded son of the royal family.

It was another sand dune, at the bottom of the dune, there was obviously a little camel fur, and the clothes were exposed, Song Jing immediately waved his hand vigilantly to order his subordinates, and quickly lay down on the sand, the most difficult place is the most exercised, sticking to the hot sand that can bake eggs, and the more than 30 people were stunned and did not say anything.

The scouts on both sides also had a tacit understanding of the cats who walked around from both sides, cautiously approaching the area, and for a while, they made a gesture of safety.

Unwrapping the floating sand above, the bodies of three camels and four Bedouins were exposed, the outer skin had been roasted and blackened, and the men had obviously been dead for a while, their eyes shriveled and sunken.

The two camels still have wheat stalks hanging from their mouths, and it is estimated that before they died, several Arabs were desperate to try to quench their thirst by drawing water from the camels' stomachs, but unfortunately, looking at the shriveled humps, the results of their pumping can be imagined.

Looking at these few words of corpse, Song Jing's face was full of doubts.

The behavior of these Bedouins is really strange, every day they camp about twenty miles away from the Great Min Expeditionary Force, Li Chou is fast when he is fast, Li Chou is slow and he is slow, it seems to lead the Min army to circle in the same place.

However, even if these Bedouins are more adapted to fighting in the desert environment than the Min army, they are also people, and this adaptation is also limited, and the Bedouins also need to drink water and eat, but in terms of logistics, the Bedouin tribe is much worse than Li Chou, the already barren Bedouin tribe can't provide too much food and drinking water, after the wind blows these days, Bedouins who die of thirst like this abound, if you want to drag down the Min army on the desert border, I'm afraid it will be Tabusmansu who will collapse first.

So what is this Desert Fox picture?

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These days, the Great Min Expeditionary Force seems to have been running from time to time, perhaps because of the proximity to Mesopotamia on the edge of the desert, six or seven out of ten oases on the map exist, and the Min army has also summed up a lot of experience in desert warfare, such as some oases are periodic, and when there is a shortage of water, you can still find water by digging a few meters deeper.

On this night, the expeditionary force found a water source and camped as scheduled, and the dense tents lined up around a small oasis in the center of the camp, and the soldiers who patrolled back and forth were tired and shaky to patrol the huge camp, not giving the Bedouin sneak attackers the slightest chance.

The Chinese army, the big tent for the meeting.

Despite his reluctance, Li Chou had to gather all the officers together and hold another military meeting.

A large map was laid out on the table, staring at the desert steppe above, and the generals once again fell into deep thought.

The purpose of this trip Li Rang sent Li Chou to the expedition was nothing more than to take revenge for the attack and harassment of the Bedouins on the Metropolitan Protectorate a month before, during the change of caliphate, and to neutralize the military authority of the Metropolitan Protectorate in the vast desert, and to achieve this goal, there were two ways, either to capture Riyadh and burn the oasis in the Hanifa Valley, on which the Busman must live, or to break the main force of the Busman Beard.

Originally, Li Chou was going to attack Riyadh, who knew that on the way, the ghost-like Busman had given the Min army a heavy blow, so that the angry Li Chou bit his tail to break the Busman army, but for several days of hide-and-seek, especially the recent wind and sand have risen, so that the pampered Li Chou can't bear it, so he wants to gather the whole army, no longer pay attention to the Bedouins' teasing, and go straight to Riyadh.

However, it is a taboo in the army to change the order every day, and Li Chou also knows this, so before implementing this strategy, he must obtain the consent of all the generals and officers of the army.

Staring at the map with a sad face for a while, Wang Lun, the deputy manager, who is also a child of a family similar to Li Chou, started the conversation with difficulty.

"Now that the war has dragged on for more than half a month, the army's food supply has been consumed by a small half, and the Busman thieves have no courage to fight with our army, and if it drags on like this, it will be detrimental to our army, everyone is loyal to Damin, who has any doctrine, say it!"

Listening to Wang Lun's rare earnest words, a group of generals looked at each other, and finally, Liu Boying, the oldest lieutenant in Guanzhong, was the first to speak.

"Colleagues, according to the old man, it is time to withdraw the army!"

"Our army went deep into the desert, and originally planned to attack the city of Riyadh within a month, and the supplies brought were also prepared for this strategy, but now half a month has passed, and there are still two-thirds of the way to the Hanifa Valley that has not been completed, the morale of the army is low, the supplies are lacking, and the thieves have no intention of fighting a decisive battle, and it is useless to fight again, it is better to return to Abu Dhabi, rest for a whole month, and then make plans!"

Liu Boying's words are pertinent, and the rest of the generals who listened to it also nodded slightly, but Li Chou's face turned green when he listened.

Half a month has passed now, a decent war has not been fought, but more than 3,000 soldiers have been lost, and three layers of livestock have died.

Without thinking about it, Li Chou resolutely knocked on the table and suddenly stood up, and shouted: "You must not withdraw your troops!" ”

"Before leaving the army, the whole army has voted in front of the king of Hezhong County, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken! How can you go back on your word? Ben has made up his mind, he will not retreat, tomorrow he will give up the pursuit of Bosmansu, advance to Riyadh with all his might, kill camels to replenish if there is not enough food and grass, and increase the speed of the march by another twenty miles every day, and must reach the city of Riyadh within eight days. ”

His eyes were fixed on the generals under his command, especially at Song Jing's fat face, Li Chou's fists were clenched tightly. Fortunately, no one wanted to take the responsibility of withdrawing the troops without authorization, and after a moment of silence, a large group of generals finally gave up the withdrawal and acquiesced.

Seeing that Song Jing was also rare to be silent and not speak, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and Li Chou once again made an arbitrary and arbitrary sword: "In this case, tomorrow the whole army will abandon Busmansu, turn to the south, and attack Riyadh!" ”

"Whoa!"

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In the tent, Song Jing was nervously packing his bags, filling all the wine bags left by Li Chenxi to buy wine for him before, and it was probably more difficult to go deep into the desert than cruising on the edge of the desert in the past few days.

In his heart, Song Jing still tends to retreat, but in any case, no longer continue to hide and seek with Busman, or let Song Jing fall a big stone in his heart, after all, he was led by the nose, and his heart was always unsteady, attacking Riyadh, it was his turn to lead the desert fox's nose away, the Bedouins had a weakness over the Turks, that is, they had to rely on the oasis to live, the oasis couldn't run away anyway, and they didn't want to gnaw the grassroots, so Busman had to fight a decisive battle with the Min army before the Great Min hit the Hanifa Oasis.

Packed up the last bag of water, Song Jing's armor was already bulging again, it was rare that Li Chou's kindness was useless today, he was tired for many days, Song Jing had to seize the time to rest.

After blowing the lamp, Song Jing turned over and lay on the marching hammock full of sand, but unfortunately, before he could fall asleep, the whirring wind suddenly blew up the curtain blocking the tent door, and the temperature difference between day and night in the desert was extremely large, and Song Jing, who was in the cold wind, couldn't help but shiver.

got up impatiently, muttered a ghost weather, and tied the curtain at the door with a rope, and Song Jing lay on the bed with peace of mind and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, the wind picked up again, and the cold wind of the desert swept the yellow sand on the canvas, and the canvas popped.

In the early morning of the next day, the entire expeditionary barracks area was covered with a layer of dust, even the eyelashes of the patrolmen on the watchtower, I don't know when they fell asleep, the patrolmen opened their squinted eyes uncomfortably, and it took a long time for tears to wash out the sand.

Without waiting for the patrol to curse a word of ghost weather, in the yellow sand in the distance, dotted black shadows suddenly came into his eyes, and he looked at it in amazement for a moment, and then the patrolman's hoarse voice began to echo in the sky above the expeditionary army camp.

"Enemy attack!! The Bedouins are coming! ”