In the vast Gobi Desert, the scorching sun hangs high in the blue sky. Looking into the distance, I can only see thousands of miles of yellow sand, which is extremely depressed.
Eight hundred Ming troops galloped, leaving a series of horse hoof prints on the sea of sand. However, just a gust of hot wind blew by, and the horse hoof prints were covered by the sand.
"Your Majesty, where are we going?"
The Mongolian man Chirong has completely lost his way in his hometown.
In a hellish place like the desert, except for camels, even the locals would get lost.
And if you get lost in the desert, there is only one ending - death.
If there is no water, no supplies, and no direction, then you can choose a comfortable position and lie on the yellow sand to wait for death.
"To the north, in the direction of the Luqu River." Huo Qubing said firmly.
Chirong was a little skeptical: "Are you sure? If this goes wrong, we will all die here."
Even a native Mongolian like him can get confused in this desert. Why is Prince Qi so confident!
Huo Qubing said calmly: "Just trust me."
He looked at the endless sea of sand in front of him, his mind clearer than ever before.
Fifteen hundred years ago, this place was not as uninhabited as it is now. Instead, it was inhabited by Huns who had lived for generations. Their tribes were spread all over the north of Yinshan Mountain, and they could survive tenaciously in the desert.
It was from here that Huo Qubing fought with the Xiongnu Zuoxian King's tribe, defeated the Xiongnu army, and captured three people including the Xiongnu Tuntou King and the King of Han, as well as 83 generals, prime ministers, danghu, and captains. Then they took advantage of the victory and pursued to Langjuxu Mountain, where they held a heaven-sacrifice ceremony and a earth-sacrifice Zen ceremony at Guyan Mountain. The troops were driven all the way to Beihai (i.e. Yuerhai, present-day Baikal, Russia). lake).
In this battle, the Han army beheaded 74,443 people. After this battle, the Huns fled far away, and there was no royal court in Monan!
Although time has passed and thousands of years have passed by, this Gobi desert is no longer the same as it used to be, and the tribes stationed there have also changed from the Huns to the Mongols.
But Huo Qubing could always remember every plant and tree here thousands of years ago. He was born with a sensitivity to the battlefield that ordinary people could not match.
He can be sure that the enemy is right ahead!
"You don't need to think about anything else, just follow my steps closely, and I will lead you to victory." Huo Qubing said quietly.
Chirong smiled bitterly: "That's all we can do now."
They could only believe King Qi.
No water, no supplies, no direction.
If they are wandering around like headless flies, they will only be disappointed.
Although I don’t know why King Qi is so confident, he has obviously never been to the desert, why is he so crazy!
Doesn't he know that the desert is a life-devouring place?
However, the eight hundred brave knights of Fengzi camp, including Chirong, can only place their hopes on King Qi now.
Chirong vaguely remembered that King Qi had just commanded an army of more than 100,000 in Annan to win consecutive battles. He hoped that King Qi would be as brave as he was in Annan when he arrived in this desert.
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This is a barren land with nothing left except the dazzling scorching sun and the sweeping wind and sand. The only vegetation is Lithops, scallions, and cacti. After traveling for hundreds of miles in this desert, the surrounding scenery seems to have remained unchanged, making you feel like you have been standing still, which makes people feel despair.
If your nerves have collapsed, shout into the dead desert: "cnm!"
Nothing will respond to you, only the sand blown into your mouth will respond.
The sky is filled with yellow sand and the land is desolate. There is no information or clues. It seems that there is nothing but despair.
But Huo Qubing's intuition told him that the enemy was right ahead!
He didn't need a reason, Huo Qubing's intuition never failed him.
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The soldiers of Fengziying dug holes in the desert and made fires in the holes to make food.
This is not just to find something to do, to have some fun in this boring desert, but to prevent fireworks from coming out and being discovered by the enemy.
They had to be cautious and calculated at every step, hiding themselves in the shadows and out of sight of the Mongols. Because they only have 800 people, if they are not careful, they will be wiped out.
Chirong licked his chapped and pale lips and greedily put the food into his stomach.
However, such a small amount of food was devoured by Chi Rong in three times, and the tiger was starved to the point of becoming a skinny tiger.
"What the hell is this? Can this be eaten?"
Huo Qubing looked at the dark pancake in his hand with disgust and tried to take a bite, almost breaking his tooth.
"Bah, bah, bah!" Huo Qubing said helplessly, "How do you guys eat such unpalatable food?"
Chirong said tiredly: "Your Majesty, just settle for this. This is the last food. After this meal, we will have to eat sand for the next meal."
"Next time I march, I must bring a few cooks with me." Huo Qubing said regretfully.
Chirong was happy: "I have lived in the desert for so many years, and this is the first time I heard that you have to bring a cook with you when marching in the desert."
You think you are here for vacation!
However, for Huo Qubing, coming to the desert to fight is actually no different from taking a vacation.
The process is roughly as follows: march - find the enemy - defeat the enemy - return to the court with the troops
Literati like to visit mountains and rivers, Huo Qubing also likes to visit mountains and rivers, but the location is different. Literati likes quiet and elegant mountains and green waters, while Huo Qubing likes the Great Gobi Desert.
"Your Majesty, we have come here, and we haven't even seen the shadow of the enemy." Chirong couldn't help but have doubts in his heart, "Tell me, is there a possibility? Of course, it's just a possibility. You took us Going in the wrong direction?"
Before Huo Qubing could answer, a horse came up, with yellow sand filling the air behind him.
"Report!"
"Traces of the Wala people were found not far ahead!"
Chirong suddenly stood up.
Happiness came so suddenly that he was a little overwhelmed.
The Fengzi camp cavalry who were resting and reorganizing on the yellow sand were already exhausted. At this time, they all stood up and eagerly looked at the scouts who came to report.
It's like a person who is about to be knocked to death and feels ecstatic after tasting the nectar.
It's like... a man who took Viagra saw a naked beauty.
Their eyes were like hungry wild beasts, wolves that had not eaten for dozens of days.
The scout who came to report was stared at by so many strange eyes, and his scalp felt numb.
"Your Highness, send troops!" Chirong shouted excitedly.
However, the only person who responded to him was Huo Qubing's nonchalant "Don't be in a hurry."
Chi Rong was puzzled. He didn't know why Huo Qubing was so calm.
However, Huo Qubing's heart was not at peace.
They went through hardships and hardships and marched all the way from Guangwu Town to the hinterland of Mobei. They marched in this vast desert for an unknown length of time, enduring the torment of loneliness and despair, and running out of water and food.
Anyone who knew they had finally reached the finish line would be tempted to rush towards it.
But Huo Qubing didn't.
He suppressed the ecstasy in his heart with calm and rational judgment.
After reason prevailed, at this moment, he was not a human, he was a god in the desert!
