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The sun is blazing.

When the fierce sun roars into the forest, every tree and flower bows its head, and even the fierce beasts hide in the shadows, and the sun, the creator of all things, wants no one to be happy when it is angry.

And marching in such weather is even more difficult than fighting the war itself: discipline and heat stroke are the biggest problems these soldiers have to overcome.

After less than half a mile, there were a large number of people who had fallen from heat stroke, and although the order was still high, and the whip "crackled" incessantly, the soldier's steps were still quite slow, and his face was pale, his lips were chapped, his eyes were dull, and he dragged his heavy weapons like the walking dead. They don't need to drink and whips, nothing works, they want water and rest, otherwise they would rather die. Speaking of "death", more than a dozen have died, some of them died because of heat stroke, some were killed because of heat stroke and were mistaken for a fraudulent illness, some were cut down to vent their dissatisfaction, and some were used to kill chickens and monkeys. This kind of death is commonplace in this army, but it works every time - no one is not afraid of death, they are zombies!

This made the marching speed that was originally like an earthworm instantly increase the marching speed.

The characters sitting on horseback and carriage are facing the blazing sun with a different mentality. They walked in the shade of the trees, talked and laughed, and brought out all the topics of interest, especially the topic of "women", which still needed to shine brighter and hotter even on this hot day! This eternal topic seemed to attract their attention on a hot day, they were like sightseeing, the venue was a battlefield, the scenery was a mountain of dead bodies, the ground was stained red with sand, the sky was full of eagle vultures, and the "cute" expressions on the dead corpses. They have always appreciated this throughout their war careers, and they know that one day they will be "appreciated" by others.

Then, the so-called war is just a sightseeing tour, and blood is the admission ticket. They have free tickets, just like these people on horseback or carriages, they exchange other people's blood for a lot of free tickets, and then distribute them to the people around them, everyone goes sightseeing together, and most importantly, they can enjoy the slaughter performances, which is their fun.

Xue Dao sat in the carriage, the tulle fluttering lightly, looking out of the window, he was thinking about some questions. The first is whether they can reach the dashing forest before dark, and the second is how many men and horses they have left after reaching the dashing forest. These two problems escalated with the temperature of the weather, and the contradictions continued, which turned out to be a bit of a headache for him.

Sitting next to him was the military advisor, who was a yellow man, and he couldn't tie his hair because he was bald, so he simply shaved his hair, which seemed very wise in this kind of weather! His name was Bandu, a strange name, a strange man, and a strange idea. It was he who brought the remnants of the defeated army to the north and defected to Tongmo Town.

He seemed to have seen through Xue Dao's thoughts, so he said, "It's better to ......"

"I know what you mean. Xue * Dao obviously also knew that the military advisor was worried, "but ......"

"No, but, if you insist, I'm afraid there will really be a lot of 'but' to come......

"Will there be a lot of 'fears' too?"

The two of them suddenly burst out laughing, and the people next to them were confused when they heard and saw it, but in fact, they were still secretly scolding in their hearts: Crazy!

Xue *dao patted Bandu's shoulder and smiled: "Then do what you want!"

So an order was given, and the whole team rested for a while.

At this moment, you may even be surprised to hear that the soldiers often sigh in unison, and this nightmare is over for the time being.

The rest was granted, but there was another problem to solve - especially as they watched the horses grazing leisurely - water!

Don't forget, water is also the source of life!

On the march, of course, they will bring food and water, but the water will not be too much, it is not for the soldiers, but for the leaders of the ranks, so the soldiers can only look up to the leaders to drink water, and watch with their wrists how they drink half of the water and waste half of the water!

The soldiers were looking for a source of water, but they did not dare to go too far, but in fact they were just looking at the spot, and who dared to go far in violation of the law? Some soldiers were so thirsty that they dug up a few grass roots and chewed them, wrinkling their faces with bitterness and showing their faces with a little water.

While resting here, he suddenly heard the sound of a carriage coming from the other side of the mountain--Xue Dao became nervous, signaled quietly, and opened the curtains vigilantly, not to look but to listen---people who often suffer defeats are usually suspicious for a hundred years, and are alert to the dangers that may occur, which is a good habit, at least he is not dead now.

Bandu said: "It's better to ......"

Xue Dao interrupted him, and a "shhhh

Xue Dao suspected that it might be an army, and then denied it - this is the Demon Domain, could it be that the Holy Spirit Source has come over instead? Even he himself thinks it's ridiculous!

But could it be a commando team from the dashing forest? That's what Bandu was worried about.

Soon more than a dozen wagons came out of the hill, each pulled by two horses, but still very laborious, with a cart full of stuff behind them, covered with black cloth.

These coachmen looked like ordinary people, with the characteristics of coachmen, and it was obvious that they were shouting horses, and the loud voices of the ordinary coachmen did not look like people of the dashing forest, there was nothing to do, the only thing that could be was the black cloth wrapped in something.

Xue * Dao and Bandu looked at each other and smiled, and let out a long breath, but they were still completely relieved.

The coachmen saw the soldiers from a distance and wanted to turn around and leave, but Xue Dao had already called someone to fly out, stopped them, and told them to go over for questioning.

Fifteen wagons in all, full of stuff.

The coachmen dismounted and kowtowed to Xue * Dao.

Xue * Dao asked someone to open the black cloth, it was green dates, fifteen green dates, and the temptation of the slight fragrance immediately floated out and spread in the hearts of every thirsty person! Xue * Dao asked people to turn over the dates again, but they didn't find anything else.

Xue Dao said: "You are growing dates?"

A tall, thin, blue-skinned old man bowed: "Report to the general, we are not jujube growers, just coachmen, who are responsible for transportation." ”

"Where are these dates shipped?"

"Unhappy City. ”

Bule City is a relatively prosperous city, this is just the appearance, in fact, it is a city where officials and rich people have fun, where the most famous are prostitutes and casinos.

"For whom?"

"An official and a wealthy businessman, surnamed Qian. ”

"Eat a date and show me!"

"What?"

Xue Dao said angrily: "Do you want me to say it a second time?!"

The old man trembled and put a date in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and accidentally swallowed the kernel into his stomach.

Xue Dao laughed, waved his hand, and said, "It's really okay, you can eat it with confidence!"

The thin old man didn't understand what he meant, but just laughed and said, "Qian Guanren is also an honest businessman, how can dates be poisonous......

Xue Dao summoned the general manager of the grain and grass and said, "It's hot, give these dates to the soldiers to eat, so as to quench your thirst and move on!"

"Never!" the fifteen coachmen and the old man in charge of the coachmen all shouted one after another, and kowtowed violently.

Xue Dao said: "Why not? The surname Qian is an official, I am also an official, everyone is a family, and his things are my things!"

The thin old man smiled: "If we lose these dates, we will lose our lives!"

Xue Dao smiled: "No, no, no, that official not only won't kill you, but may also reward you heavily!"

"Why?"

"It is everyone's obligation to do a meager contribution to the court, not to mention that he is still a member of the court, when he returns to the court, he will definitely say a few good words in front of the demon emperor, and then he will be added to the official and knighted, and it is too late for him to thank you......"

The thin old man was almost moved by him, but after thinking about it, he felt that something was very wrong, so he hurriedly said: "Although we are not dart games, we also have our own principles, and before leaving, we have signed a life and death certificate, and it is by no means as simple as losing several times the money......

Xue Dao glared angrily and said: "You are lying, how can there be such a truth in the world! Who would lose money and lose their lives for dozens of dates?!"

"No one, but me—"

"Are you stupid?"

"I'm not stupid at all. ”

"Then why did you do such a stupid thing?"

The thin old man sighed and said, "I am a singer, and I have a daughter, who also performs with me in the rivers and lakes." Helplessly, his daughter was very good-looking, and was occupied by the surname Qian, so in order to redeem his daughter's body, he had to help him protect this dart ......"

Xue Dao laughed and said, "You are so stupid, even if you help him do this, he will never give his daughter back to you!"

"Why?"

"No, I just know—probably because he's not stupid......" he laughed again.

He knew that maybe he was such a person, even several times smarter than him!

The thin old man whimpered again, tugging at Xue Dao's shirt and said, "No matter what, please, don't take this date away......"

Xue * kicked him away, and said angrily: "Get out, otherwise cut off your head!"

The chief of grain and grass has sent soldiers to carry dates to the battalions.

The thin old man knelt down and caught up with Xue * Dao, howling: "Please...... " He wanted to pull Xue * Dao's shirt again, but unexpectedly grabbed his saber and pulled it out!

Xue Dao said angrily: "What do you want to do?!Do you want to assassinate General Ben?"

The thin old man was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and the sword in his hand fell and he collapsed to the ground.

"What are you trying to do here?!" Xue Dao shouted angrily, "Come on, cut off the heads of these sixteen anti-thieves!"

Before they could beg for mercy, several knives flashed, and waves of blood splashed out and sprinkled on the fresh dates—fresh dates, fresh blood, which would be the best fruit to quench their thirst, in this murderous weather.