Rick took his crossbow and did what the sand thief had taught him, winding, setting up arrows, aiming, and shooting

After only a few shots, Rick's finger was cut by the bowstring.

The slimy blood stained the entire steel crossbow red. Even though his fingers hurt sharply, Rick kept repeating the motion.

In addition to Rick, there are at least two dozen or so sand pirates or border soldiers hiding behind the weathered rock bunkers around them, sniping at the enemy in the shadows.

Under the flickering torches, the allies with long white bands are easily recognizable.

So when the wailing Mavi was covered by the mercenaries and retreated, Rick had killed at least seven mercenaries with a red-dyed trigger.

Because of the initial use of explosives, the other party was caught off guard. So when the mercenaries retreated, the border army and the sand thieves actually organized a small-scale pursuit.

But after encountering Ma Wei ambushed outside the sand thieves' lair and the elite mercenaries sneak attacked, the two sides became a tie again.

Tapping the number of people, at least more than 30 people were buried due to greed. So after the whole battle, even with the help of explosives and crossbows, the number of people on this side still dropped to about fifty.

The frontier army was at least a regular army, and even with this tragic white-knuckle battle, nearly twenty people still survived.

The losses of the sand pirates at the beginning were not so much, but when they finally went to pursue the enemy, most of the sand pirates participated, but the border army was stopped by the squadron leader, and the losses were reduced

Strangled the bleeding wound hard, and the squadron leader gasped in pain. A knife wound on his cheek that turned out the flesh was hastily wrapped, and every time he spoke, the wound had to be rubbed with gauze.

With a cold sweat on his face, the squadron leader took off his shirt and prepared to treat a wound in his back.

The light from the torches was blocked, and a large, equally scarred bald head sat next to the squadron leader. washed the wound with salt water, even with his bald and ruthless personality, his facial muscles twitched in pain, and his lips were white: "It's really hard!" ”

After pouring a sip of spirits, the leader of the sand thieves looked at the silent squadron leader, his eyes were extremely complicated: "Who would have thought that it was you who died with me in the end!" ”

With an empty hand, the wine bag has been taken away by the squadron leader, and he also poured it hard, and this iron-beaten man also showed a trace of fatigue and helplessness: "I don't want to die with you!" I want to live! ”

The two men were competing, and a thin figure blocked the swaying fire again.

Because their backs were to the firelight, the two could only see a pair of bright light brown eyes, looking at the two with some hesitation.

After correcting his uncomfortable sitting posture, the big bald head scratched his brain, and first laughed: "It turns out that our hero is here!" Sit down! He pulled Rick's thin body over his seat and pressed him against the seat.

Rick looked at the two scarred men, his eyes flickering slightly, "Can I make a request?" I want to go to the salt well. ”

Both of them were stunned, they didn't expect that at this juncture, Rick would make such a request.

The squadron leader had a look of doubt between his eyebrows: "What are you doing there?" Do you still want to go out with crystal salt? ”

The big bald head laughed even more, and patted Rick's shoulder: "Little brother, haven't you seen crystal salt?" ”

Rick nodded honestly, and the big bald head suddenly smiled and shook his head: "That thing is heavier than iron, and ordinary people can't hold it at all." ”

Rick was silent for a moment, still stubbornly demanding, "I'll just go and see, okay?" ”

The two of them had no choice but to let Rick take Rick to the salt well and toss casually

The sand thief who led the way had a good attitude towards Rick, because it was Rick's crossbow arrow that saved everyone.

Turning around, I soon came to the outskirts of a mountain.

It's nothing special, just as desolate as most of the desert, with a few sparse weeds.

On one side of the mountain, a wide and deep salt well is built out of weathered rock.

The ground around the salt well was littered with blackened, dried brine stains and some impurities and debris mixed with the brine.

It's hard and crunchy to step on, crunching.

The salt wells are wide enough to collect brine and natural salt. The wall of the well is compacted with pieces of hard granite, which looks very strong. The wall of the well has been evaporated with brine and smoked a little black because it has been stored for too long.

A pungent salty smell of brine came out of the dark wellhead. Rick frowned, he really couldn't think of any secrets in this corrosive environment.

Glancing at the probe, Rick gritted his teeth and asked, "Can I go down and have a look?" ”

The sand thief was stunned by the question, but thinking about the current situation, he also felt that it didn't matter: "You wait, I'll go get a crowbar." ”

The crowbar and the basket were soon ready, a little shabby, but both of them were sturdy in terms of workmanship.

Rick tried the basket and made sure he could handle his weight, then nodded at the sand thief.

"Squeak" continued to rotate with the crowbar, the jerky bearing slowly lowered the falling basket, and the torch in Rick's hand quickly illuminated the surrounding well wall.

The walls of the well, blackened by the brine, gradually appeared with black salt flowers, which slowly transitioned to gray as Rick lowered his height, and then to white when he reached the bottom of the well.

The salt flowers, full of impurities, exude a choking salty smell, and the large amount of brine oozing from the ground makes the taste even stronger.

Rick held up the torch and looked around.

The area here is very small, with only a water intake sub-chamber carved out in the left and right directions. Rick covered his mouth and nose with a thick cloth dipped in water, and walked off the shaky falling blue.

The cold brine touched his knees, and Rick suddenly felt a tingling pain in his feet, which was stimulated by the salt in the brine.

Getting used to it a little, Rick tugged at the rope and motioned for the other party to wait and pull him up.

Holding back the discomfort, Rick quickly fumbled around in the brine.

In the end, I searched the two auxiliary rooms for water thoroughly, but still found nothing.

Rick was a little anxious, the words translated by the mysterious voice were Shiojing, yes, how could there be none?

Carefully recalling the information I had just asked about the sand thief, the other party said that some time ago, there was a murder in the salt well, and the person who was killed was a worker who had been mining the salt well all year round. After that, crystal salt was discovered and mining stopped.

Rick vaguely guessed that the worker who was killed might be the original discoverer, and that it was probably the mysterious guard who killed the worker.

Kicking a lump of salt that had been soaked in brine at the side of his kick, Rick was annoyed. I won't give myself too much time, and I must find the clues quickly, otherwise I will be so lucky next time.

"Damn it, where the hell is it?" Rick picked up a piece of crystal salt and smashed it against the wall of the well.

"Wow"