By the Ruoqiang River, the sun has not yet risen, and a hazy moon hangs in the sky. On such an early morning, a team of sixty or seventy people is ready to set off.
Fan Running, the envoy of the Guiyi Army, and others who came slowly from behind have also arrived. This dark man, who has temporarily taken over the post of secretary of Zhang Zhao's team, is writing his name on the urns one after another and placing them in place.
Among these urns, except for Huo Sheng'er Zhang Zhao, who died in the ancient city of Loulan, the remaining seven people all died in the bloody battle of Wuni City.
In addition to the seven people who died in the battle, there were more than a dozen people who were injured and had to rest.
In the battle of Muni City, Zhang Zhao suffered considerable losses. Seven people were killed and more than a dozen were seriously injured. As for the minor injuries, they were not counted at all, because almost everyone was injured.
However, the loot was quite generous. Zhang Zhao took away a total of more than 55,000 gold and silver treasures from the treasure house of King Zhongyun Sanpoba.
There were countless other grains, cloths, etc., which he could not take away at all, so he could only sell half of them to merchants, and left the rest to Li Ruoliu.
"Erlang Jun, wait for so-and-so! Wait for so-and-so the kite!" There was a sound of horse hooves, and the kite rode a green horse and ran over from the direction of Zhongyun Palace built in the middle of the mountain.
Since more than a dozen people had to stay in Muni City to recuperate, Zhang Zhao simply asked Yan Jin to lead 20 people to stay behind.
One is to support Li Ruoliu, and the other is to protect the wounded. They will not go to Khotan to pursue Zhang Zhao until the Khotan warriors arrive.
Considering that Ma Yaozi had just found a beauty, Zhang Zhao decided to let him enjoy the gentle countryside in Wuni City for a period of time. Unexpectedly, this kid came here in the end.
"What's the matter? Ma Yaozi, are you reluctant to let me go? Aren't you afraid that I will steal your little girl?"
Barbarian Xiong, who was loading the car, said angrily that this guy still remembered what Ma Yaozi scolded him that night.
"Go away! No one can bear to leave you, a thief bear. I want to follow Mr. Erlang to make great achievements again!"
Ma Yaozi rolled his eyes at Barbarian Bear angrily, and automatically ran to Zhang Zhao's side and began to load the armor from the horse's back onto the car.
Zhang Zhao didn't speak, but looked at Ma Yaozi with a half-smile.
After a minute or two, Ma Yaozi couldn't eat anymore. He scratched his cheek awkwardly and said a little embarrassedly.
"It's boring. That little Hu Ji keeps crying. You say a few words to her, but she just hides and cries. It's not interesting at all!
I gave her to Blind Luo, who lost one of his hands and will need personal care in the future! I'd better save some more money and give it back to Yu Niang! Only Lady Jade knows how to love me, a thief and an army leader! "
Luo Xiazi was one of Zhang Zhao's soldiers in Shandu. He was from Shouchang Zhenjun. During the final battle, his left hand was cut off at the wrist. Zhang Zhao left Li Ruoliu as a personal guard. He will be considered injured in the future. It's so easy, and it's unlikely that he will continue to follow Zhang Zhao.
"You did the right thing! Blind Luo lost his hand for all of us. It would be much better to have a woman to take care of him.
Your idea is also right. When you have no money, Yu Niang not only does not dislike you, but also subsidizes you. When you become rich in the future, you should marry Yu Niang.
I did something wrong last time. From now on, I will give you money but not women! "Zhang Zhao said in a deep voice.
Ma Yaozi nodded habitually, but he seemed to feel something was wrong. Looking at Zhang Zhao's narrow expression, he decisively decided to step aside.
Zhang Zhao raised his head and glanced at the Zhongyun Palace tent halfway up the mountain. Li Ruoliu didn't come out to see him off.
Because after all, Zhang Zhao and the others killed San Poba, and Li Ruoliu could be said to have been forced to do nothing a few days ago. If he dared to come out to see him off, would Zhongyun people regard him as an accomplice of Zhang Zhao and the others?
Before the Khotanese warriors arrived, it could be said that the situation here was not completely under Li Ruoliu's control, so he had to be cautious.
I don’t know if Li Ruoliu and Mei Niang are pregnant, and I don’t know what this place will look like when he comes back in a few years.
He didn't know to what extent a child could affect his relationship with Li Ruoliu?
"Erlangjun, let's go! We will come back!" Old Zhang Zhong glanced at Zhang Zhao worriedly. This loyal old servant was afraid that Zhang Zhao would be obsessed with Li Ruoliu's gentle hometown and was unwilling to leave.
"Yes! We will come back!" Zhang Zhao nodded, then waved his hand on his big yellow horse, and with the jingling of bells, the team slowly moved towards the west and continued to move forward.
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The sky is filled with yellow sand, thousands of miles away from people, the wind and sand block out the sun, and the black storm wrapped in dust sweeps everywhere.
A camel suddenly knelt down on one knee and screamed loudly. The soldiers and civilians who were accompanying the army quickly ran over. This was a shady place on the leeward sand dunes. It didn't look any different.
However, everyone began to dig hurriedly. After a while, after digging about two or three meters deep, the dry yellow in the sand turned into the brown of wet sand. Ma Yaozi wrapped a large ball of wet sand in linen and handed it to Got Zhang Zhao.
Zhang Zhao quickly took it and applied the cold wet sand to his chest.
They are still short of water, there is a lot of water on the camel's back, but drinking water alone cannot make up for the rapid loss of body water.
The only way is to use a camel to find a place where the wet sand can be dug out, and then apply the wet sand to the chest.
And it doesn’t just have to be done once. You have to do it every eight to ten kilometers, otherwise you will be baked dry by this terrifying desert and turned into a mummy!
In fact, November of the lunar calendar is not a good time to go to Khotan. According to Fan Running, generally when going to Khotan, you should go from May to August, because at this time, you can go directly to Yuechang along the Daqiemo River. (Qiemo) city.
Zhang Zhao speculated that the Daqiemo River that Fan Running said did not exist in winter should be the Chelchen River in later generations.
Because whether it is Cheerchen or Qiaerqiang, both have the Uighur pronunciation of Qiemo, and the Cheerchen River has been a seasonal river in history.
I don’t know how long they walked, and I don’t know how many times they changed the wet sand. When even people with super physical strength like Zhang Zhao, Man Xiong, and Dunzhu felt extremely tired, a bright green color appeared in everyone’s eyes.
Zhang Zhao rubbed his dry eyes without any expression on his face. He didn't rush forward because he had already been fooled once!
One day ago, he also saw such an oasis, but when he screamed and rushed towards it, he realized that it was a mirage!
Uncle's! For so long, I have developed a brave, witty, and far-sighted personality for my soldiers, and I almost overturned because of this embarrassment.
"Ah hahaha!"
Zhang Zhao is still complaining in his heart! Fan Running, who was next to him, screamed and ran over.
"Erlangjun, we are here. The oasis in front of us is Luye Township in Yuechang City!"
Wu Yuan'er came to Zhang Zhao excitedly. This guy was dying and lost a lot of blood. However, Zhang Zhao only used cardiopulmonary resuscitation to save him.
After hearing the confirmation from Wu Yuan'er, who was familiar with the road, the whole team became completely wild. The men, horses and camels all howled and ran towards the oasis on the opposite side!
Khotan is finally here.
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