On the third day of July, thunderstorms

Zarouddin and I teamed up to the southern wall of Siliu and stubbornly resisted nine attacks by the Shache people, killing more than a dozen people, and the sky seemed to be raining all the time, and the desert had not seen such a dense shower for a long time. So much so that every time you step on it, you are stepping on the mud and sand, and the mud and sand will seep into the boots, which is very unfavorable for traveling.

On the seventh day of July, there was a heavy thunderstorm, accompanied by round lightning

The rain kept falling, it didn't seem to be sunny at all, the battle situation was getting worse and worse, and the fall of Xiliu City was only a matter of time. Today, General Hemmud found us, and he gave me and Zarouddin a special task, he asked us to lead thirty warriors to secretly break through the siege, a hundred miles away from Siliu City, a long-abandoned earthen city called Tashkurgan Stone City, to find a batch of ancient clay pots in the secret chamber and bring him back the water inside.

Zarouddin personally selected thirty warriors and set out, and although we had been careful, we were discovered by the Mamluk hired scouts, and we had a fierce battle on the outskirts of the ancient city of Milan, in which many men on both sides were killed, and only the two of us were spared.

On the tenth day of the seventh month, there was a great heat and a thunderstorm in the middle of the night

Zaluddin and I successfully entered the stone city of Tashkurgan, found the secret room, and also found the clay pots, and even a corpse next to the clay pot, due to the dryness of the desert, the corpse was completely devoid of water, it was a very terrible dried corpse. Most of them had long since dried up, and only a few of the two clay pots remained, which we filled with sheepskin bags, lit torches, and prepared to rest until midnight before returning to Xiliu.

But this is when the strange thing happened, it was very dark, not long after I fell asleep, there was a thunderstorm in the sky, I suddenly felt something biting my boots, turned around and took a torch to shine, God, that corpse, actually alive? A shriveled hand with a hint of skin attached to it, clutching my boots tightly!

I woke Zarutin, who drew his cutlass and beheaded the living corpse, which was instantly non-moving.

We were ready to retreat in advance, but as soon as our front feet were out of the chamber door, we withdrew into the chamber with our back feet.

When I think of the scene, I am extremely shocked and continue to remember it, and every time I think of it, I can't help but tremble all over my body! Because in the sand, countless hands stretched out, and gradually, countless living corpses crawled out, some only crawled out of half of their bodies, and some of them continued in the sand.

The shock was so great that Zaroudin's mind went blank for a moment, and it was only after calming down in the secret room that we looked at the dry clay pots and realized that the problem might be from the water. Zaruddin even said that now, Siliu is in danger, and all military means may be used...... However, I understand that the victory or defeat of a war is decided by people, and not by certain weapons. Even if we use all the means we can to kill and injure the enemy, we still can't recover from the decline.

On the 10th day of July, there was continuous heavy rain

The rain seemed to never stop, and Zarutin let me stay in the chamber and go out to scout the half-burnt incense myself. When he came back, he told me that there were all such living corpses outside, and that when it was dark, there would be thunderstorms, and when there was thunderstorms, these things would move more frequently. Sure enough, at night, thunder rumbled. Zarutin and I had intended to take cover by the thunder and the darkness of the sky, but as soon as we stepped out of the chamber, these living corpses could pour in from all directions, and I could even hear the sound of these things baring their teeth......

July 11, rain

Torrential rain, torrential rain, torrential rain, every day. Of course, something more troublesome came than the living corpses - the dry food we carried was exhausted. Since it was an unexpected mission, we didn't carry much dry food. Luckily, Zarutin was there. This Hu veteran has a strong ability to adapt to the environment.

He can find white thorn fruit in the area full of yellow sand, the color is red and bright, and it tastes sweet and sour. You can also find sand dates in the tidal flats, some of which are particularly sweet, and some of which are very astringent. He knew the desert well, knew how to fetch water, and how to avoid the beasts. I have to admit that it was because of Zaroudin's presence that I was able to survive these few days.

July 12, thunderstorms, the rain is short and frequent

I have nothing to do, Zarudin taught me the 'technical attack' of the Karma Sea Fear Scimitar, and it is also a shame to say that I have been fighting with the Shache Kingdom for many years, and I don't seem to know how to use the scimitar very well, after all, this weapon is easy to get started with, but difficult to master. In contrast, the use of a spear is much simpler. Zaroudin's swordsmanship was very skilled, and according to his own account, he used to be a caravan swordsman before he was drafted into the army, and he had been coming and going on the dangerous Silk Road for more than ten years; It's an out-and-out, accustomed desert man who lives a knife-headed life.

July 15, rain

During these three days, I continued to practice the scimitar technique of 'Fear of the Karma Sea' in the secret room, such as one-slash, double-slash, three-in-a-row, air-slashing, landing-type slice slashing, flying feet, splitting around the pillar, and sweeping on the ground...... Repeat one move at a time and again indefinitely.

Zaroudin spoke to me very rarely, and he either went out every day to observe the living corpses or to look for food. Sometimes, I could hear sporadic fighting, and sometimes Zarouddin would pick an unknown fruit, make a fire, extinguish it, and simmer it in the embers, and the smell was so enticing that it resembled lamb's meat.

July 17, scorching sun

The rain seems to have stopped for a long time. I had a detailed conversation with Zarutin in the Chamber of Secrets last night - we had made an appointment that we would have to rush out, whether it rained tonight or not, and how many living corpses there were. General Hemud and his people must be waiting to see through it, and I am confident that with my practice in the past few days, self-preservation will be fine.

July 18, fine

After a day's rapid march, seventy kilometers in the direction of Xiliu City, I could even see the entire wheel corridor on the periphery of Xiliu City in the wind and sand. Of course, I was excited to think of the task assigned by the general, and that it was about to be completed, but at this moment, Zarudin made me stop.

His face, for some reason, showed a strange and terrifying feeling, and I looked at his face, his blue eyes, and felt that things were not simple.

Sure enough, after walking a short distance, we found the corpses of some of our scouts, some of whom had been dried by the poisonous sun of the desert and the scorching sun.

When the fighting was at its highest, our scouts had to go out of the city at least ten times a day, and some of them were captured by the soldiers of Shache and brutally tortured, they were cut open throats, their abdomen was cut open, and they were exposed to the scorching sun.

Or they were connected with chains and shackles, and they were sent to the desert, and then they were broken with tendons and tendons. There they struggled, hungry and thirsty, until they died.

And most of the "places of execution" they chose were in the center of the desert. That place is truly a hell of a nose, and apart from the poisonous red lizard and the desert black snake, there are few creatures that can survive. And when the sun is scorching during the day, the temperature is so high that even camels have to have two legs and two feet to stand on the hot sand.

At Zaroudin's suggestion, we decided to sneak back to Siliu in the middle of the night.

We traveled another five miles, found an oasis, and each found a shady place, and lay down to rest.

During this time, I was thirsty and wanted to drink the water from the clay pot, but Zaroudin intervened to stop me.

I licked my dry lips, closed my eyes and began to think wildly.

This war has been going on for three years.

And both sides of the war do not fight according to the laws of war at all, as if the only purpose of this war is to kill.

In this fierce war, there were almost no survivors and no prisoners.

Actually, I have never understood how many things are necessary for the struggle between people.

Wouldn't it be nice if everyone grazes and farms, has camels, cattle and sheep, parents, brothers and sisters, wives and children?

Why do you need to fight for the land, fight for the land, and live or die?

However, if you say that, you should fight or do it.

Whether it's slaughter or bloodline severance, it's going on all day long.

Big fish eat small fish, eagles prey on small birds, praying mantis hunts autumn cicadas, and yellow finches eat praying mantises.

Big families annex small families, big countries perish small countries.

The law of the jungle is a matter of course.

We, Xiliu State, occupy an important city-state in the middle of the Hexi Corridor, guarding the throat of the Silk Road.

Since the Han Dynasty, after the opening of the Silk Road, there are countless camel caravans and business travelers passing through this road every year, and the prosperity of commerce also means that a large amount of wealth enters the treasury every year.

On the surface, we are dealing with a coalition of Shache, Qule, and Puli.

However, as far as I know, the so-called coalition forces are not limited to these three countries.

These three countries are just people.

Behind it, there are also Shanshan, Wuqiang, Wuqin, Xiye, Zihe, Huhu, Dondu, Xiaowan, Yinai, Jingjue, Jimo, Khotan, Shan Huan, Ronglu, Humi, Beilu, Pishan, Moshan, Taohuai, Gumo, Wensu, Weitou, Xiuxun, Wulei, Dada, Shule, Quanshi, Yanqi, Weisu, Zhengbin, Nandou, Yuli, Robbing the Country, Cheshi, Wu Greedy and other countries, as well as mercenaries from Central Asia, and some supporters, big businessmen and huge rich people who are afraid of chaos in the world.

There is no doubt that this is a very difficult and asymmetrical war.

And this war, according to legend, was written by a certain master of the Central Plains Celestial Empire, who used the strategy of weakening its strength through internal friction and using the strategy of dividing the weak and eating the strong, so as to reduce the threat to the Central Plains

July 19, fine

Late at night, Zaludin and I went through a lot of hardships and finally returned to Xiliu.

Still, we were late.

It was an indescribable battlefield of Shura.

From the time we entered the Xiliu City, the ground was full of broken limbs and organs...... There were also blood-stained helmets, broken arrows, and pitted swords......

Zarouddin grabbed a handful of sand and judged that the battle had taken place at noon.

I'm looking for survivors, but there's no need for that......