After a few days of sailing, the Running Wolf began to enter the southern part of Egypt, and the more it went upstream, the more monotonous the surrounding scenery became, where the two sides of the river were desert and desert, and one dune connected to another seemed endless. It is completely impossible to compare with the banks of the Nile near Cairo downstream, as if they were two different worlds.

The Nile River downstream, the land is fertile, the trees are shady, there are the strange buildings left over from ancient Egypt, the herdsmen and their sheep can be seen everywhere on both sides of the river, there are small boats on the river, carrying goods on the river bustling forward, the port is full of people, everywhere is the sound of selling all kinds of things, a thriving scene.

Although few ships from the Mediterranean entered the Nile, even the local flow of water and goods in Egypt made Cairo a trading center for the whole of Egypt, where countless merchants from all over Egypt peddled and sold their goods.

But these little boats on the Nile are now gone, and the river is not as wide as downstream, and it is surrounded by a desolate and lonely scene.

The wind whipped up the sand and dust, and the slapping on the Running Wolf rustled, and Louis XVI and the others were tired of the endless desert and the sand and dust in the air, and they fled back to space one by one, leaving only Han Xing, Sir Hansen and Roy plus a large number of devil terminators to eat sand here.

"Bah, bah, bah~" As if they had agreed, the three of them snorted out of the boat, even with a veil, Han Xing could still feel that there was fine sand and dust in his phlegm, and he was indescribably disgusting.

Wrapping the cloth on his face again, Han Xing said angrily: "You said how long we have to eat sand!" Han Xing can't say if he is suffering, every day when he wakes up from sleep, Han Xing can spit out a mouthful of phlegm mixed with sand and dust, and the whole person is buried alive on the boat by the wind and sand.

"I don't know, all I know is that there must be sand in that bread I ate yesterday, no wonder it clicks when chewed!" Sir Hansen grimaced and hung his head.

"Look there's someone up ahead!" Roy was stretching the upper half (shēn) out of the side of the boat to look ahead, when he suddenly turned around and said to Han Xing and Lord Hansen with a happy face.

"Great! I can finally eat a meal without sand! Sir Hansen cried with joy, followed by Han Xing, who was also moved to cry, "I finally don't have to be buried alive in the sand every night!" "The Running Wolf is a simple structure, there is no cabin at all, it is just a large canoe. So Han Xing had to sleep in the open air.

Han Xing looked in the direction pointed by Roy, and sure enough, he saw several cavalrymen dressed in black, who were vigilantly staring at the course of the Nile. As soon as they saw the Running Wolf, they turned around and headed away, apparently to report the news.

Sure enough, Ali's familiar face appeared in front of Han Xing again, he had a gray beard, and he was wrapping himself under a black turban and robe at this time, riding on a brown-red war horse, and looking at Han Xing and his party with a smile.

"Ali, you bastard! You've hurt us, we've been running half the world to find you! Sir Hansen stepped forward and patted Ali's (xiōng) and scolded with a smile.

"Oh my God! You're living in the middle of nowhere, aren't you? Han Xing looked around and complained.

"Luckily, I can't help it, this is where Hamna Tower is! Hamna Tower is already remote, otherwise wouldn't it be too easy to find? Ali smiled bitterly and stroked Han Xing off the boat.

"You have to compensate us for a big meal to soothe our poor stomachs that have eaten at least half a pound of sand these days!" Sir Hansen muttered as he stroked his belly.

"What about our ship?" Han Xing looked at Ali, who had brought two camels for himself, and asked.

"Just stay here! I'll let people take care of it for you, don't worry! You're going to have to sit on this back then! Ali waved his hand and motioned for the two men to stay here.

Han Xing had no choice but to nod, but he did not take the reins of the camel, although this creature is very survivable in the desert, but it likes to spit on water, and it smells bad (shēn), and sometimes bites, and it is not fast. So Han Xing didn't plan to ride, but summoned his own baby "Dangden", anyway, as a "Pegasus", "Screaming" can adapt to any environment.

"I forgot you had this baby!" Ali smiled and waved his hand, signaled his men to lead the camel down, and then stepped forward and stroked the head of the horse and said, "I gave you this horse!" It was just a young foal, but now it is a mighty horse! It is said that the mount will grow with the owner, and it seems that this is indeed the case! ”

Han Xing's face turned green when he heard this, "Little pony? How did I not know it was a foal when it first arrived? Could it be that the sweat and blood BMW (shēn) is already tall, so I didn't see it? Why, it's me who is too short·····"

In fact, "Qidian" did grow taller, but Han Xing got along with it day and night, so he didn't pay attention to this. It's like the parents who are the least likely to find out that a child is growing up, but the parents who get along with him day and night!

Ali's camp is located next to a small hidden valley, there is a clear spring in this small valley, like a small oasis, but the overall is only a few hundred square meters, and it cannot accommodate everyone, so outside the small valley, a large camp was also built, which can not only house most people, but also play the role of arch guard and hidden valley mouth.

Most of these desert tents are made of linen or sheepskin, and they are originally white, but after a long period of wind and sand erosion, they have turned the earthy yellow of sand, which is equivalent to natural camouflage. Sometimes at the end of the night, it will even be buried by the wind and sand, so that Han Xing was surprised when he saw Ali pointing to the place in front of him and claiming that it was his camp: "Aren't there only a few sand mounds there?" What kind of camp? Sense (qíng) Your old man is also sleeping in the open air! ”

But as soon as he got closer, Han Xing saw the clue, the breeze was blowing on the open hood, and the tent began to shake slightly, the sand dunes would not be blown by the wind, but this amplitude was actually quite small, if someone hadn't reminded him in advance, Han Xing wouldn't have noticed it at all.

Entering the camp, Han Xing looked at the surrounding landscape with novelty, these tents seemed to be miniature pyramids, standing there one by one, the whole camp was like an ordinary desert tribe, thinking that the Jews who migrated everywhere in the Bible many years ago were such desert nomads! The only thing that surprised Han Xing was that the men in the tribe were sharpening their knives, and everyone was in a hurry.

Ali motioned for the waiter to pour a glass of wine for Sir Hansen and Han Xing, it was a white liquid, exuding a sweet and sour taste, frankly, a bit like sour (nǎi), Han Xing didn't dare to drink it, it was really the sharpening of the knife that scared him, since the last time Count Na (sāo) poisoned him, Han Xing opened his eyes and didn't dare to drink casually anymore.

What's more, sharpening the knife reminded Han Xing of the scene in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" where Cao (cāo) mistakenly killed Lu Bohao's family, the cause was that someone sharpened the knife in the middle of the night, causing Cao (cāo) to misunderstand that they were going to kill themselves.

Although Ali is his own person, God knows what is going on in his head? It is difficult to draw the skin of a tiger and draw bones, and you don't know your heart! There is a saying that "the heart of defense is indispensable", and Han Xing, the teachings of the ancestors, did not dare to forget, so he just pretended to pick up the wine glass, shook it on his mouth, and did not drink it.

Sir Hansen poured it down, but within half a second he vomited and screamed, "Ali, you want to poison me!" This frightened Han Xing, "Oh my mother! Could it be that this guy really has a (yīn) scheme? It's a shame I didn't drink it! ”

But what Han Sen said next amused Han Xing, "What kind of wine is this?" There is a fishy smell, and there is a (nǎi) smell, which is so bad that you cry! ”

"Sheep (nǎi) wine!" Ali poured it indifferently, and then said lightly with a picture of an ancient well without waves.

"This thing is for people to drink! Bring me a cup of agave, it's a desert! Tequila, of course! Sir Hansen grumbled angrily.

Seeing that Sir Hansen did not die of poisonous hair (shēn), Han Xing immediately picked up the wine glass and took a sip, which was actually not bad, a bit like a combination of sour (nǎi) and sweet white wine, the taste was light, the taste was very thick, there was some wine smell, and the most important thing was the fishy smell of sheep (ròu), which was not a thing for Han Xing, who drank sheep soup in winter. But Sir Hansen couldn't take it very well!

"Yes, I love it!" Han Xing gave Ali a thumbs up, and then said to Sir Hansen, "Are you sure you won't taste it again?" In fact, putting aside the smell of mutton, it's actually pretty good! Ali immediately gave Sir Hansen a smug look, "Look, there are those who know the goods!" ”

Sir Hansen stepped back as if he had seen a ghost, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't don't, I'm allergic to (nǎi) products!" I still want tequila! ”

"I'm sorry, but there's no agave here, it's a crop that grows in the deserts of the western United States, but this is Egypt at the end of the 18th century! Where did the tequila come from? Ali scoffed.

"Why don't I get you some date wine?" Ali took out a bottle and shook (dàng) and said.

"It couldn't be better!" Sir Hansen took a sip of date wine, and then he showed a look of enjoyment.

Han Xing came to Roy's ear with a smile and said, "Do you know how the Egyptians pick dates? ”

Seeing that Roy shook his head, Han Xing continued to whisper mysteriously: "They train baboons to pick dates for them!" ”

"Uncle Hanschel, what's so strange about this?" Roy asked, puzzled.

Han Xing sneered and laughed, and then he desperately stiffened his face and said, "They trained baboons to pick dates, but they forgot to train baboons to wash their hands!" Hahahaha! ”

Roy's face immediately became bright, and he pointed at Sir Hansen and said, "Isn't he drunk······ Huhu~Huhu~" He couldn't hold it anymore, and he laughed angrily.

"That's right, you guessed it!" Han Xing raised his eyebrows, patted him on the shoulder, and said. Sir Hansen poured another sip of date wine, and said, "Hanschel, this wine is really delicious, would you like to have some?" ”

"No, no, no, no, you can enjoy it by yourself!" Han Xing and Roy both hurriedly waved their hands and said in unison. Seeing them like this, Sir Hansen muttered, "I really don't know the goods! Then he continued to drink.

"To be on the safe side, let's not tell him about it, understand?" When Roy heard this, he immediately nodded emphatically.

Their main meal was a roasted whole sheep, which greatly satisfied Han Xing and his party who had been hungry for a long time. In particular, Han Xing also got some spices and chili powder, plus soft bread, and ate it with oily roast lamb (ròu) sandwiched between the bread, not to mention how enjoyable!

After a full meal and wine, Ali suddenly said, "I believe you also see that the people in my tribe are in a hurry!" That's because, I have a plan! ”

"Looks like it's not going to cut me!" Han Xing was relieved to hear Ali tell him frankly about the matter.