The originally low morale and scattered military morale made Wang Xian's news turn around all of a sudden!

The soldiers were full of blood, beating their chests and feet, and they were eager to set off at once, rush to the Narauszi typhoon shelter, kill the Arutai group, and save them from wasting their own food. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Ming army has already regarded the grain of Arutai as their own.

It can be seen that compared with the desire to make meritorious contributions, be promoted and make a fortune, the pressure of survival is the first driving force!

Wang Xian, Liu Sheng, and Mo Wen looked at each other and smiled, and sighed: "However, the sandstorm is coming, and entering the desert at this time is probably a life of death!" ”

"So what, it's better than staying here and dying!" But the soldiers didn't care, and shouted: "Isn't it a hundred miles away!" Even if it's a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, we can break through! ”

"If we get lost in the sandstorm and don't find Arutai on time, we will all starve to death in the desert...... Wang Xian said with a smile.

"So what! Instead of being chased and killed by thousands of miles and dying, it is better to die vigorously and fight for that glimmer of life! "The soldiers are hot-blooded, how can they manage so much?!

"Well said!" Wang Xian applauded: "This is my Ming Dynasty's iron-blooded man!" The smile on his face swept away as he spoke, replaced by a solemn look on his face. Ben Shuai will take you into the desert, annihilate Arutai, and fight for a way to survive! Wang Xian's voice became higher and higher, and every word spurted out of his mouth with infinite determination, straight into the hearts of no soldiers!

"Even if we die, we must die on the way to kill the enemy, and we must not die on the way to escape!"

"Yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and if you don't break Loulan, you won't pay it back!" The soldiers of the battalion roared in unison.

"Let's go!" Wang Xian drew his sword and pointed to the north, the endless desert of yellow sand!

The soldiers responded to the order with a bang, and under the leadership of the officers, they mounted their horses one after another and rushed out of the camp gate.

Wang Xian and others also turned on their horses and went out of the camp with the soldiers. I don't know who started first, and the soldiers sang the military song of the early years of the Ming Dynasty together:

"The wind is from the dragon, the cloud is from the tiger, and the dust and earth are fame.

Looking at Shenzhou, the people are bitter, and thousands of miles of fertile land are barren.

Look at the world, as much as you want, and make up for the defects of heaven.

Good boy, don't be a parent, just for the common people, not for the lord.

Holding a steel knife of ninety-nine, he killed Hu Er before stopping.

I am a dignified man, what is a Tartar as a horse and a cow.

The strong man drank the wine in the bowl and did not look back on the journey of a thousand miles.

The golden drums roared in unison, and the yellow dragon swore endlessly! ”

Although this military song was born in the last years of the Yuan Dynasty, the history of the Mongols' enslavement of the Han people is long gone, but it still inspires the men of the Han family to forget their lives and death, and continue to write the chapters of the heroes of their predecessors with blood and life.

Tens of thousands of soldiers of the Ming army went north for more than ten miles, and then entered the desert, and soon after entering the desert, the overwhelming sandstorm raged, although the people and horses covered their mouths and noses with cloth covers, they were still beaten to the point that they were all in pain, dizzy, and could not even open their eyes and sight.

But in fact, it doesn't matter if you open your eyes or not, because the heavens and the earth are covered by yellow sand, even if you widen your eyes, you can only see one or two feet away, and further away, the world is vast and yellow......

The soldiers of the Ming army were basically marching with their eyes closed. Before entering the desert, each of them was given a piece of strong hemp rope, and according to the order, the rope was passed through the saddle of the previous horse and tied to the reins of the latter horse, so that the war horses were connected end to end like a string of gourds, and the people and horses behind only had to follow the people and horses in front of them, and there was no need to worry about falling behind because they could not see the surroundings clearly.

In this way, the responsibility of leading the way at the forefront is extremely heavy. If you accidentally take the wrong path, the whole army will follow the wrong way. And in the middle of this desert, an army without food, taking the wrong path means the whole army is destroyed......

I believe that before the whole army is annihilated, the soldiers will definitely slaughter the guide who led the way in front of them......

Therefore, as a guide, the heart is kind and strict, and it is called a lot of pressure......

Although there was a brocade guard who was good at working on the map to assist, and although the direction had already been determined, the two were still full of apprehension, staring at the compass in their respective hands, lest they deviate a little.

Originally, although there was no fixed scenery on the desert as a reference, there were sun, moon and stars, and with the superb navigation technology of the Ming Dynasty, it was natural to determine the direction with the help of celestial bodies. But now it's a sandstorm day, there is no light in the sky, the stars and the moon are hidden, and there is nothing to refer to!

The only thing you can rely on is the compass in your hand, and walk in the direction pointed from above, fifteen minutes north-northeast, and if you don't, you will walk to that damn typhoon shelter sooner or later.

"But what if you go astray......" asked with a heart-to-heart sternness.

"Watch out for your crow's beak!" Xinyan glared at Xinci fiercely, shook the compass in his hand and said, "Don't we have this thing?" ”

"By the way, is this thing reliable?" Xinci squinted with difficulty, looking at the compass in his hand, it was a round copper box, covered with transparent crystal, inside was a slender magnet, tremblingly pointing in a direction, it is said that it was due north, and then according to the scale on the top and the angle of the magnet, you can determine the direction of progress at this time.

"Of course......" Xinyan glanced at the constantly trembling magnet, and felt that it was unreliable, and his voice couldn't help but become smaller: "Reliable......"

"Even if it's reliable, it's not easy to walk dozens of miles without going off, this is two hundred miles!" Xinci said with a bitter face: "This ghost weather, all the marks we left are in vain......" In order to make it easier to find, when they returned, they planted many small flags on the road as markers, but this sandstorm is raging, where to find it? It is estimated that it has long been blown away!

"Well......" Xinyan became more and more worried by Xinci's words, and in desperation, he began to chant words, and when he listened carefully, he was begging for the blessing of the Buddha.

Xinci was still chattering: "It's obviously two hundred miles, why did you say that the junior brother gave a five-percent discount." ”

Xinyan was annoyed and couldn't help it, so he sighed and said, "Haven't you heard the allusion to Wangmei's thirst?" ”

"What does Wangmei's thirst quench have to do with his discount?" Xinci asked puzzled.

Xin Yan glanced at Xinci: "Don't tell people that you are the master's apprentice." And he paid no more attention to him.

Wang Xian and Mo Wen followed not far behind Xin Xinxinyan, and the two of them talked with difficulty against the strong wind.

"My lord, this time is adventurous." Although Mo Wen was the initiator of going deep into the desert, he still had reservations about Wang Xian daring to go his own way on such a sandstorm day.

"It's meant to kill the bold, starve the cowardly." Wang Xian didn't care about the Tao. After making a decision, he felt relaxed, although he was in the wind and sand, it seemed to return to the time when he was a carefree little official in the water town south of the Yangtze River.

At that time, he was a reckless scoundrel.

Shiyi time has passed, more than ten years have passed by in a flash, he is already the Duke of the Ming Dynasty, the leader of the army, above tens of thousands of people under one person, everyone thinks that he has changed, only Wang Xian himself knows that he has not changed at all, but he will disguise.

Wrapped in that solemn and shining golden coat, he is still the same spiky scoundrel who doesn't care......

Wang Xian's logic is very simple, since both horizontal and vertical are dead, of course, there are only those who have to die, and this has nothing to do with whether there is a sandstorm or not.

"How far can you go in a day with such a march?" Wang Xian asked loudly.

"It depends on the direction of the wind, if the west wind blows, let's march at full speed with the wind, and we can reach it in two hundred miles a day." Mo Wen frowned and said: "But if the wind direction is changed to the northwest wind, I will be desperate for a day, and I won't even be able to go seventy or eighty miles!" He sighed and said, "The direction of this wind is a west wind and a northwest wind, and the end will not be certain." ”

"Then take an average," Wang Xian said very openly: "It will be there in a day and a half at most." ”

"There is no such calculation...... Mo Wen said helplessly: "The horses are in such weather, and the physical strength is extremely depleted, whether they can go is still a problem?" ”

"You can definitely get there!" Wang Xian said in a deep voice: "Even if you tire the horse to death, you can't care so much!" ”

"How can you fight without horses?" Mo Wen frowned.

"In this kind of weather, we only need to get to the oasis to win!" Wang Xian said firmly.

Seeing that Wang Xian had already considered all the causes and consequences, Mo Wen did not ask any more questions, obviously agreeing with his statement. In such a ghost weather, no one would have thought that the enemy would come to the door, and I am afraid that even they would be negligent in their precautions and let the soldiers go to the tent to hide from the wind and sand.

If at this time, the enemy army comes to the door, there is no suspense about the outcome of the battle......

The army staggered forward in the sandstorm, the horses were pushed by the wind for a while and had to run with their hooves, and then they were blocked by the wind, no matter how they urged, they couldn't move forward, but fortunately, many horses were connected together, and the power of moving forward together was more or less superimposed, which could resist the power of heaven and earth, so that the team always kept moving forward.

The soldiers had to admire, if Wang Xian hadn't tied all the horses together, the team would have been blown apart many times, let alone keep moving forward.

In this way, after an unknown number of days, the sky gradually darkened, and the soldiers suddenly realized that they had been walking for nearly a day! The power of the spirit is so terrifying, no one thought that they would insist on marching for so long in this great sandstorm!

However, spiritual power is not omnipotent, and once they realize that they have been gone for so long, their bodies that have been numb by the storm finally begin to feel the fatigue and toiling that have been accumulated for a long time......

When the sandstorm is big, everyone can't even catch their breath, so naturally they can't talk and complain. At this time, the sandstorm was intermittently smaller, and some soldiers began to complain: "My lord, I really can't walk!" ”

"Yes, Baihu, tired and hungry, I can't move my whole body......"

Emotions are contagious, and more soldiers begin to complain and want to stop and rest. (To be continued.) )