Before he got there, Shen Rong's whole heart suddenly became heavy, and the horse's pace gradually became heavier and more difficult, and there was no smell of dampness in the dry and cold wind, but if there was even a little bit of moisture, 'flowers' would not be in such a state. When people are extremely hungry and thirsty, they are naturally extremely sensitive to the smell of the air. No, nothing, not even a single withered grass.

Shen Rong fed the horse some water, and he didn't want to drink it when there was still a little bit of water bladder. 'Flower' nibbled the last piece of tortilla into his mouth and chewed it, and he was weak to eat. He knew that the only hope now was to go to the Salt Sea, and there was a river after the Salt Sea, and he could get out of this damn Gobi by following the river. But how could his horse endure the soaking of saline water for several days, and how could he resist the temptation of water not to drink, no matter how clever his 'flower' was, it was only a horse, and a sip of that water was enough to kill.

He dug and dug desperately, and the whole person was almost crazy, and his fingers were bleeding mixed with the frozen ground as cold as ice. Unaware of it, he was still digging desperately in the frozen ground, and from time to time the horse rubbed his forehead against his back, and he didn't seem to feel it. The pit was three or four feet deep, and it was still hard, frozen soil, but the smell of dampness was getting stronger, proving that there must be water underneath.

Shen Rong wrapped the wet mud tightly in the cloth and baked it over the fire, with a piece of wolf skin underneath to collect the distilled water. There is too little water in this puddle to allow them to get out of the Gobi, and they will have to find grass in the next few days, which is something that requires a lot of physical effort. Finding grass is an innate instinct for horses, and this Shen Rong really can't help anything. I can only trust the horses to follow the 'flowers' to find them by themselves, and for several days the horses are hungry and full of food, looking for all the plants that can be eaten. The Salt Sea is also about a day by day, and there must be a meadow nearby.

The 'flower' was eating grass desperately, and it no longer looked tired, and its big eyes were bright. The endless salt sea is just in front of you, and the blue water and sky are almost the same color. Shen Rong looked at the legs of the 'flowers', and in the next few days, the horse's legs would be soaked in this extremely corrosive saline water. The fur will gradually fall off and rot, and then ...... He didn't dare to think about it......

A few days later, Shen Rong used the golden sword to carefully separate the wolf skin that was sticking to the horse's leg. The 'flower' stepped back, the horse's legs trembling involuntarily, and it hissed in pain. The horse's legs were festered by the terrible saline water, and the fur adhered to the wolf's skin, and pus and blood came out of each piece of it. Shen Rong's hands trembled a little, he knew how painful it would be, but if he didn't peel it off as soon as possible, the horse's leg would not be saved. When the four bloody legs of the horse appeared in front of him, he hurriedly applied the medicine and bandaged it, and the horse no longer had the strength to roar, and lay down beside him. Shen Rong kept tears: "You can't die, you still have to carry me, don't die 'Hua'er'...... Please...... We still have a lot of things to do...... I won't let you die......" The horse still rubbed against him like a coquette, but it seemed powerless. He tore off the lining, exposed his upper body, and carefully bandaged his horse as if he were cutting by the cold wind. Then he ran to the river like a fly to fetch water to feed the horses, and when he saw that he knew that he was thirsty, his heart was at ease. He quickly lit two fires, and hurried back to the river to cut the grass, forgetting that he was also hungry. I was afraid that the horse couldn't wait and hurried back, and put one by one in its mouth. Seeing that it was chewing more and more vigorously, he was overjoyed, put the rest of the grass to its mouth, and ran to the river to cut the grass to get water, and went back and forth several times in a row, not realizing that he was still naked. This horse, like his life, was born and died at the same time, and he saved his life several times, and he must have three long and two short to kill him! He covered everything he could cover on the horse's legs, and then put the horse's head on his lap, and gently stroked the horse's forehead: "'Hua'er', let's spend some time here! Wait until your legs are healed!" The horse's big round eyes looked at Shen Rong, and his ears moved twice from time to time, as if he understood his words.

I don't know how long it took, Shen Rong felt a whirring hot breath spraying on his face from time to time, and there were rough things that he didn't know what it was scraping back and forth, and he arched him once or twice from time to time. He opened his sleepy eyes, and a pair of large eyes were facing him. He suddenly rolled over and jumped up: "'Flower', you can stand up......! It scares me to death!" he kept chattering around the horse's neck, his eyes shining with tears, and his excitement overflowing.

'Hua'er' seemed to be very happy, as if thanking the master for saving his life, constantly rubbing Shen Rong's face, and for a while there was some aftermath of the disaster. Shen Rong dressed it with medicine and bandaged it, and his stomach rumbled before he felt unbearable hunger. He laughed loudly with a slick on his cheeks, "'Flower', we will avenge this revenge!"

After that, there was nothing to say, and in the blink of an eye more than a month had passed, and the horses had jumped freely and intact, but the new hair on the calves was sparse, which could only be recovered in time. It is always running back and forth by the river with a hundred times more energy, as if urging its owner to go on another journey. Occasionally, there are occasional Tartar herdsmen who pass by, and they will always praise a few good horses. Shen Rong saw that the herdsmen were all in rags, and there were few cattle and sheep grazing, thinking that the poor herdsmen had no pastures of their own and could only travel long distances to graze here. He always bought an extra head and a half of mutton for silver as a repayment, and most of these herdsmen were hospitable, and they also knew that this good man was taking care of the face of others, and always left some cheese sheep ** wine naan cakes and other foods as a thanks.

Shen Rong sometimes sighed in his heart: It is not easy for the poor people in the world to be the same, and these hospitable herdsmen cannot be mixed together because of the tyranny of the Tartars. The royal nobles, dignitaries, and generals cherish the people, but a brutal sentence is that many lives are gone. In the face of national turmoil, the people are even more like mustard. If they had not started the war for their own selfish interests, how much favor and blessing would the people on both sides have received...... And how can these be controlled by themselves.

It was that dirt mountain again, and Shen Rong looked at the luxurious big yurt house. There seems to be a lot less patrolling around the yurt than it was two months ago, and there are very few people entering and leaving the main gate of the yurt. "It seems that this battle is not easy for them" Shen Rong said secretly in his heart, and stroked the horse's neck, "'Hua'er', you say yes!" The horse actually nodded twice, this is a habit it has developed after staying by that small river for more than a month. As long as Shen Rong touched its neck, it nodded, and tried again and again. "You agree with what I said, let's go fix them again tonight, okay?" Shen Rong chuckled and looked at his horse and nodded, his hooves scraping the dirt, eager to try, as if he was a little impatient and ready to gallop at any time.