It is hard to imagine that there were deserters in the Min army.

First there were sporadic one or two, then the Bedouins who followed, and even later there were deserters from the Iron Army in the river, and there was no way, the iron man's will would be worn out if he trudged aimlessly in this thirsty state all day long, and it seemed that he would never reach his goal.

It's a miracle, Song Jing has been so fat since he was born, even if he joined the army, with the devil's high-intensity training, he is still so fat, Shiraz, he is still so fat in a series of battles in Qom City, but this time, Song Jing has lost weight, he is simply very thin.

The face has layers of aging folds, the clothes and armor are spaciously on the body, swaying as if they are about to fall down at any time, against the cruel sun on his forehead, with more than twenty soldiers under his command who are also like skeletons, Song Jing trekked in front of the army with difficulty.

Whoosh~

Suddenly, two feathered arrows shot out from the shade of the sand, one of which even grazed Song Jing's ear, and in the shadows below the dunes, several Bedouin warriors emerged from under the thick sand like ghostly mummies, drew their scimitars, and pounced on them ferociously.

A day or two ago, Li Chou was also interested in mobilizing the whole army to arrest these tribal warriors, but on the third day, the tired Tianzhu mercenaries almost made a mutiny, and the entire army was really demoralized, forcing Li Chou to compromise.

Without the large-scale counterattack of the Min army, these tribes in the desert became arrogant, and even blatantly ambushed the side of the road that the army must pass, and then rode on a camel and ran away.

This is the most difficult hard work, and Song Jing, who offended Li Chou, was naturally made up for the first time.

After several days of thirsty and tired high-intensity combat, and a serious lack of rest, Song Jing's head even made 2 unconscious, around this, the instinct of battle seemed to be engraved in his mind, and he didn't even be shocked, Song Jing subconsciously held the shield and pressed over.

The emaciated camel was bigger than a horse, and there was such a heavy battle armor, how could I not expect this rickety fat man to be so agile, swinging his knife and rushing to the front, the Bedouin was thrown to the ground and pressed under Song Jing's shield with a direct scream, and even the crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard.

Pulling out the Mitsubishi dagger from his waist, Song Jing stabbed it hard in a mechanical manner, and after pulling out the dagger, a stream of hot blood sprayed straight into his face.

There was no more passionate roar, and the Fujian army chasers also pounced on them like a machine, a mechanical assassination, a mechanical killing, everything was so silent, even they were more like ghosts than the Bedouin warriors in ambush, and the nobles in several tribes were killed in a row, and the people who followed immediately broke their guts, turned around and ran towards the sand dunes behind.

didn't chase it for the first time, Song Jing's first action was to lift the robe of the dead body, and sure enough, at his waist, a kettle was turned out, and he didn't dislike whether the previous owner of the kettle had an infectious disease, and raised his neck, Song Jing poured it into his mouth.

Although the water was also boiling hot in the sand, it was the source of life after all, and after a pot of water was cleaned, Song Jing's swollen head finally sobered up a little.

In order to fight for a bag of water, several warriors from all over the world fought together, and the scolding of various languages became a group.

Seeing a sturdy Persian man pushing down the Tianzhu man who was thinner than him, he excitedly grabbed the water bag, and without waiting for the excitement to pour it into his mouth, Leng Buding snatched the water bag with one hand.

casually threw the water bag to the Tianzhu sergeant who was almost faint from the heat and had a long wound on his arm, Song Jing was also like a lion about to erupt, staring at the hideous Persian with fierce eyes, the exchange of eyes lasted for about a few seconds, and the Persian man who had just picked up the cheap and grabbed the water in the back finally took his head under Song Jing's wolf-like gaze.

In the hardship, Song Jing learned to be fierce again, and looked back at the thirsty subordinates who drank water and did not drink water, and Song Jing said lightly.

"Catch up with those barbarians, naturally there is water to drink!"

…………

It has the same meaning as Cao Cao's Wangmei thirst quenching, under the temptation of water, more than 20 huntsmen who have been thirsty and tired and have become the walking dead broke out again and once again burst out a little life on the top of a large sand dune, a few heads carefully exposed the tips of the dunes, looking down, the reason why they are called chasers, is because the selected warriors are as cautious as hunters, chasing the footprints of the fleeing Bedouin warriors, for half an hour, Song Jing and his party chased here.

His eyes were already red, and Song Jing was like a jackal in the desert, his eyes were blood-red, looking down, but at the first glance, his breathing was solemn.

An idyllic little Bedouin tribe is stationed under the sand dunes, camels, horses, and sheep gnaw on the plants that grow in the desert, newborn foals roll in the fields, Bedouin children watch the herds, and women milk camels.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the northern part of this small tribe, where tall date palms, acacia trees, and fragrant trees* rise over the plain behind the dunes, and the winding springs flow happily between the trees, forming a bright little lake, and the sound of the spring is like a devil in the ears tempting the thirsty people's nerves.

Mirage? No! There can be no sound in a mirage, and this sound is not an illusion! The thought only flashed in his mind for a moment, and he was affirmed by Song Jing.

Suddenly, the Persian sergeant who had just not drunk the water and was thirsty stood up directly, and was about to run towards the oasis, but he couldn't prevent Song Jing's iron tong-like hand to grab his trouser leg and drag it down fiercely, seeing that the Persian sergeant's eyes were as red as a wolf, and he glared fiercely, and Song Jing's eyes dug into the small tribe fiercely.

More than 100 strong, but lazy Bedouin tribesmen came into the eyes of more than a dozen chasseurs.

If it were normal, these old and small tribal soldiers would be doubled, and the elites of these selected Fujian troops would also dare to break through, but the thirst and exhaustion have drained their strength recently, and it is never a good idea to fight hard at this time.

Unwilling to do so, the scout hunters finally glanced at the oasis and retreated.

About half an hour later.

The Bedouin woman, who was still squeezing goat's milk into the bucket, suddenly stopped in shock, and leaned on the tent to cool off, planning how to respond to the call of the imams.

The sand under their feet obviously vibrated and they were dumbfounded for a few seconds, and these Bedouins raised their heads and looked at the sand dunes more than ten meters high in astonishment, and the next second, they saw a scene that they will never forget in their lives.

Person! It's all people!

The thirsty Fujian army has not found a water source that can satisfy the whole army for several days, and many sergeants have already smoked from thirst, abandoned discipline, abandoned formation, and countless Fujian infantry gushed down from the sand dunes like a torrent, sitting on quicksand and running fiercely towards the oasis, shouting with thirsty and hoarse throats while running.

The nomadic in the desert, who had never even touched the value of more than a thousand in his life, and did not know where the value of gold and silver had ever seen such a spectacular scene, was stunned for less than a few seconds, and the bravest tribal warriors also ran backwards screaming like cowards.

The same is true of all the men who are like the pillars, not to mention the women, the milk basins are all overturned, and two or three hundred people from a small tribe directly abandon the tents that have been built with great difficulty, and the cattle and sheep that make a living, crying and running backwards.

didn't have the heart to chase this insignificant small tribe, the thirsty smoking Min army went straight to the clear spring and pounced, and countless people jumped directly into the water like a cow drinking water, and ran in the front, Song Jing was no longer a little reserved, and also buried his head in the water.

"Let go, when the right general arrives, let Lao Tzu get out of the way!"

In the ugly shouting, it was Li Chou with more than 20 personal guards, driving war horses to rampant through the crowd, but compared to a few days ago, Li Chou was obviously a little weaker, not as arrogant and domineering as a few days ago.

It's a pity that at this time, General You's authority has also been reduced to the limit, and the thirsty soldiers are not only not as docile as before, but some even draw their swords against each other, forcing Li Chou to take a few guards to circle under the sand dunes in embarrassment, and they can't squeeze in front.

More than 20,000 people crowded to grab water, and everywhere was a chaotic appearance, and no one noticed that not far from the dunes, in a low bush, an Arab man with a long beard and a large gold-painted robe looked at from afar, and a fierce and greedy smile like a wolf came out of his mouth.

Turning his head, the fierce Arab shouted at the guard beside him, "Hood! Rafa Turuk! (kill!! ）”

Suddenly, the desolate bull's horn blew violently, and in the sand, suddenly the Bedouin totem banner and the Islamic green star, moon and sun banner appeared out of thin air in the ground, waving and erecting, and the sand grains that had just been shocked jumped up, and under the gaze of countless soldiers of the expeditionary force of Damin, wearing white robes, wheeling scimitars, and simple spears, desert warriors emerged from the sand one by one, riding camels like knights of revenge in hell.

"Busmanbeard!"

Falling directly from the war horse, and after being helped up by the guards, Li Chou screamed in a daze.

"Formation! Defense! ”

Almost choked the water into his lungs, he jumped up like a spring, holding a tiger's head and a round shield, and Song Jing screamed as hard as he could......