The water jar was completely turned upside down, and everyone hoped to pour out the last drop of water. When the drop of water was hanging on the edge of the jar, someone rubbed his dry and cracked lips against the wet jar, and the water disappeared without a trace like it dripped into the desert. The water jar without moisture was then thrown to the ground and no one paid attention.

Yang Congrong took a sip of warm fresh water and everything became hot under the sun. If it weren't for the silver sterilization in the water jar, the water now would probably not only be hot, but also had a strange smell. After moistening his lips a little, Yang Congrong put away his bronze kettle and put on a mask.

The remaining more than 130 people quickly chose the same approach as Yang Congrong. So far, one-third of the people have lost their lives, and two-thirds of the survivors know that they can no longer hesitate. There is not much water, and it is only enough to support everyone to return to the Mediterranean.

With a mask on it, Yang Congrong recalled the doctor's words in his heart. In the desert, he had to rely on a mask to ensure that part of the moisture in the breath he exhaled was sucked back into his body. Others had heard the doctor's story like Yang Congrong, looking at the clothes like cages and masks that were isolated from the mask while keeping moisture as much as possible but quickly dissipated. Everyone remained silent in such a package.

The team was not moving fast, and sent scouts. They were particularly careful when they arrived at the terrain where the cavalry was prone to ambush. They left Dakuhu Lake and walked north until the next morning. As the signal flares rose, the scouts fought and retreated. The troops were moving slowly and their physical strength was relatively maintained. Everyone immediately gathered and approached the scouts.

Just as they formed a defense system with small cars, more than 100 Mongolian cavalry appeared in everyone's sight like a cloud. The two sides formed a formation to confront each other. Yang Congrong felt his heart beating fiercely. The pressure was too strong when more than 100 infantry faced more than 100 cavalry. After a while, he saw three Mongolian cavalrymen on the opposite side. They were shaking with white cloth strips on their spears, and slowly forward with horses.

"Let's go up too." The instructor said, pulling the mask down.

Yang Congrong did not object to talking to the Mongolian army. If he could, he did not want to fight against the Mongolian army. The purpose of this trip was not to fight to the death with Mongolia. If many people had not died of illness on the west bank of Daku Lake, the team would not have taken the risk of going to the east bank of Daku Lake.

When they met, they had no idea of ​​fighting. The Mongolian envoy asked in broken Chinese: "You are not Mamuliuk."

"We are the envoys from the Song Dynasty to Eastern Rome." Yang replied calmly. He heard that the Mongols respected the envoys very much.

"How did you come here from Constantinople?"

"We wanted to go back to the Song Dynasty through the Red Sea. The dock staff had to evacuate due to the plague and had to evacuate from there."

"The team we saw southwards a few days ago is indeed you." The Mongolian envoy smiled, "It's all the same small car."

"What's so funny about this!" The instructor coldly expressed his attitude towards confronting Mongolia.

"I am not waiting here to fight with you, but to be ordered not to let the sick Egyptians run to our territory. I see you like this, I am afraid that you will suffer a lot on the way. I would like to ask you if you want to follow us back to Baghdad. I heard that the Song Dynasty knew how to prevent plague. If you can tell us what to do, the Khan would definitely give it a great reward."

"What are you kidding!" The instructor immediately refused.

"In this desert, you still have two hundred miles to go. We only need to send cavalry to harass you day and night. Do you think you can get out of this wasteland? Haha." The Mongolian envoy smiled very confidently.

"Let's wait... discuss it." Yang Congrong reluctantly used the delay tactic.

"Please." The pronunciation of the Mongolian envoy in Chinese sounded very strange in the Song Dynasty, but the words were unexpectedly elegant.

But at this time, Yang Congrong didn't notice this at all, and he just felt a gloomy heart.

When the people in the team heard this news, they looked at the dark Mongolian cavalry in the distance, and everyone looked at each other in panic. At this time, they were no longer as in the mood as they had just set off. At that time, everyone was ready to eat and drink. Even if they met the Mongolian army, everyone was confident to hold on. Now the Mongolian cavalry has grasped the key point of the problem. What Yang Congrong and the others lack the most is supplies. The Mongolian cavalry was afraid of the firearms of the Song Dynasty, so they could not attack the musket array, but put various pressures.

"Let's just arrange the array and move forward. The Mongolian cavalry will definitely not dare to rush forward." The instructor gave a suggestion.

Everyone didn't want to be prisoners of the Mongols. Although this would be very exhausting for everyone, it was always a solution. Everyone lined up with weapons, surrounded the small carts for transporting supplies in the middle, and began to head north.

The Mongolian cavalry also responded with the team's actions. The cavalry urged their horses to follow the Song army from several directions. When the members of the regiment saw the Mongolian cavalry, sometimes far and sometimes approaching, some people unconsciously accelerated their pace. As long as one person did this, the others couldn't help but speed up. Not long after, the line that was originally neatly looked loose.

Yang Congrong couldn't help but follow the pace of the crowd, although the instructor shouted loudly: "Don't run! No one is allowed to run!"

But when others move, Yang Congrong couldn't help but move. But Yang Congrong still knew that he could not do this. He had read in the book that when infantry encountered cavalry, he was prone to psychological imbalance and panic. For example, he would run around and then get lost. Yang Congrong suddenly found that his team was doing such a thing. Yang Congrong knew that this was wrong, but his body couldn't help but move with everyone. He also clearly felt that there seemed to be a wave of impulse in his heart, which made him want to run faster than others and leave others behind.

"No movement! No movement!" The instructor's voice was like a loud bell.

However, it is useless to just shout like this. Yang Congrong saw that some people even wanted to run faster. Some people took the lead, and some people couldn't help but start to act recklessly. As someone took the lead, Yang Congrong also stopped and shouted at the top of his throat: "Don't move! If you run again, you will run away. If you move around again, you will run away!"

"Bang!" A musket sounded very close, and then the instructor roared, "Who is moving, I'll shoot him to death!"

Then Yang Congrong saw the instructor kicking and kicking a obviously panicked guy to the ground. He only kicked one of them to no avail. The instructor punched and smashed the butt stock, which finally stopped the troops from collapse.

When the Mongolians saw the chaos of the Song Dynasty team, the direction of the cavalry was adjusted. Some Mongolian soldiers who were already in chaos leaned over. Yang Congrong looked at it and quickly raised his gun. But his hands were trembling because of the tension and could not aim. Finally, Yang Congrong made a move and fired a shot in the direction of the Mongolian cavalry.

In this chaos, all kinds of actions of people will cause imitation. Some people also know that they cannot be confused at this time. When they see the Mongolian army coming, they immediately follow Yang Cong-yan to shoot. The Mongolian army did not expect that these Song people who were already panicked could fight back. In addition, they knew that the Song army's firearms were sharp, so they had to retreat temporarily.

"Route! Load the bullets!" the instructor roared.

Those who dared to go to Eastern Rome to make a living are not weak people. Although this trouble was awful, everyone personally realized that they were far from as powerful on the battlefield. Seeing that someone had already started to set up the formation, these people were also busy starting to work hard according to their daily training.

Seeing that the chaos on the Song Dynasty did not last long, the Mongolian army stopped approaching easily. After that, everyone stopped acting and stopped to camp and rectify the team.

The instructor was so angry that he cursed at everyone. Yang Congrong felt uncomfortable and completely ignored the sound he made at the instructor. At this time, he finally discovered how important it is to repeatedly emphasize "obey discipline and follow commands" in the book and during military training.

Yang Congrong and others have received military training. When they were performing, everyone thought they were very good. Unexpectedly, if they had not even experienced real battles, these people would almost collapse on their own. If they were really engaged in a battlefield of life and death, what kind of combat power could these people exert?

Looking at the Mongolian cavalry that stopped in the distance, Yang Congrong began to feel fear. Since Zhao Jiaren's rule, the Song Dynasty has won a great victory against the Mongolians for more than ten years. It has completely shown that it will win the attack and win the battle. The Song Dynasty has also recovered a large amount of territory, and even Youzhou and Yinshan, which have been lost for 600 years, have been recovered. In Yang Congrong's heart, the Mongolian cavalry is more like a huge target of movement. Now that he has seen his uselessness, Yang Congrong recalls the strong pressure the Mongolian cavalry gave to the Song Dynasty before Zhao Jiaren's rule.

At this time, the instructor walked up to Yang Congrong and shook Yang Congrong's shoulder hard. Yang Congrong raised his head and asked in a daze, "What's the matter?"

"Let's keep going. You are responsible for the first row. Use the whistle to direct the pace." After the instructor said that, he pulled up the whistle hanging around Yang Congrong's neck and stuffed it into Yang Congrong's hand.

Not long after, with the rhythm of the whistle, the Song Dynasty team continued to return to the north. Although it was just a simple whistle, Yang Congrong felt that he had some backbone in his heart. Everyone didn't have to think about it themselves, as long as the muscles were smoothly following the rhythm of the whistle, they could take steps.

Yang Congrong walked for a while, suddenly remembered that there was a military band in front of the Song army when they marched. The military band played a bright-tempo song, and everyone just walked with the rhythm of the song. Thinking of this, Yang Congrong recalled the military band's song in his mind and blew the whistle at that rhythm.

At the beginning, he was not able to cooperate with the two, and everyone's pace was obviously messy. Later, he found the rhythm point and focused on the whistle. He recalled the song only when he couldn't find the right point. The pace became smoother and smoother. Then Yang Congrong felt that his cheeks were sore, so he quickly found someone to replace him.

In order to facilitate communication, everyone had whistles. Everyone just replaced each other and finally could march. The Mongolian cavalry in the distance did not mean to get closer. They just kept changing the speed of the cavalry and approached the Song team at different distances. When they saw the Song team raised their guns and aimed, they left. The Song team marched with guns on their backs, and the Mongolian cavalry got closer. Fortunately, with the previous experience of almost collapse, everyone was not in chaos this time. They just tried their best to defend the formation. When the night was low, the Mongolian cavalry saw the Song team and found an easy place to guard the camp, and they dispersed.

Yang Congrong and the others took turns to watch the night, and they were worried all night. When it was dawn, many people were extremely sleepy when the troops marched. By noon, everyone could no longer hold it back and hid in the shade that was easy to guard and started to rest.

The instructor called Yang Congrong to the temporary tent with a serious expression. There were several captains attending the meeting. There was a strong loss in the instructor's voice, "We'll leave like this, I'm afraid something will happen."

"How to say it?" The captains were particularly nervous.

"Our side consumes too much physical energy and consumes more water than planned." The instructor talked about the problems he is facing now.

Yang Congrong felt that he understood. In the original plan, everyone could go to the Mediterranean. With the experiences these days, Yang Congrong could also distinguish his physical condition. Just yesterday's tossing, Yang Congrong felt that his physical strength was almost exhausted. He really wanted to take a day off and have a good sleep.

Thinking of this, Yang Congrong simply expressed his thoughts, "Or we can find a place that can block the Mongolians today, and we will rest there for a day. When the physical strength comes back, we will leave."

The instructor's brows stretched a little, and he said helplessly: "This is also a solution."

The members of the group learned that they could rest tomorrow, but they briefly recovered their spirits. They soon saw a place with some big stones. When they went over, they found that the situation was better than they thought. There was a natural terrain like a stone wall, and there was a place where they could use it. Everyone quickly went to camp. Maybe they knew that they would not have to travel tomorrow, and everyone was in a shift to watch.

Another morning, Yang Congrong returned to his bed. When he was woken up by someone, Yang Congrong only felt his eyes sore and could not open them at all. He closed his eyes and said, "What's the matter?"

"The Mongols drove away some Egyptians and came to us." The calm man swayed Yang said loudly.

"Come on..."

"Captain Yang, those people may be infected with plague!" The calm man shaking Yang shouted loudly.

When talking about the plague, Yang Congrong felt excited. His sleepiness was finally dispelled. He barely opened his eyes and saw that there was a deputy captain on the other side. After he thought about it, he said, "Pull me up. We organize defenses and we must not let those Egyptians come."

After listening to Yang Congrong's suggestion, the deputy captain hurriedly said: "The instructor has organized the defense. Just wait for the regiment commander to come over together."

Originally, Yang Congrong thought that the Mongols drove the Egyptians like tides and rushed over. He lay on the simple fortifications and saw that there were only 20 or 30 people. When the instructor saw Yang Congrong coming, he didn't say anything and directly ordered the team to shoot. Only two people were hit in the first round, but the loud sound of muskets and white smoke made the Egyptians stop temporarily. The Mongolian army continued to attack these Egyptians with a longbow behind. The Egyptians had to continue running towards the Song Dynasty team, and the Song Dynasty could only continue shooting. Five or six Egyptians were knocked down. They knew that the people on the opposite side were as fierce as the Mongols, so they fled to both sides, and as far as possible, the Mongols and the Song Dynasty team were at the same time.

"But the fight is over." Yang Congrong muttered, shaking towards his bed. He just wants to fall asleep again now, even if it is the end of the world now, it doesn't matter. No, if it is the end of the world, Yang Congrong can just go from a deep sleep to an eternal sleep. That seems to be good.

The gunshots did not affect Yang Congrong's sleep at all. This was the afternoon. Yang Congrong was not awakened, but was awakened by hunger. When the food was smelled, Yang Congrong immediately became energetic. It was a long time ago, and there was a white powder in Dasong. Adding meat sausages according to the measurement regulations can keep the meat sausages with salt and spices for a long time. After heating this meat sausage, it is a good food for marching.

After eating two sausages voraciously, Yang Congrong felt that there was something at the bottom in his stomach that was being eaten. Another bowl of soup came, and Yang Congrong felt that he had come back to life. Before he could continue eating, the instructor came over and said, "The Mongolians clearly don't want us to live in peace, this has driven away four waves of Egyptians."

"As long as we are not infected, it's fine." Yang Congrong only felt that his heart was as iron as stone at this time. What is the life and death of the Egyptians? Can they eat it?

"I originally thought that I could send someone to report the news at night. If the ship was still waiting for us, I could see if I could invite them to come for assistance. But then I had to be able to hold on. But now, the Mongols would never want us to hold on."

"Not to mention the ship coming, even if the people from Constantinople sent reinforcements, they could only send 500 people. No matter how many people were, there were not so many people. Eastern Rome and the Mongols were hooked up. If we dared to send people to Eastern Rome, they might sell us." Yang Congrong had already picked up the sausage and ate it voraciously. The sausage contained a lot of rice noodles and flour, and the meat content was less than half. But this thing could be regarded as a Roujiamo of another situation, which was very capable of filling the stomach.

While eating, Yang Congrong also recalled what he had said just now. He was very strange. He didn't do this before, but after experiencing these things, Yang Congrong found that he seemed to have been opened with another door. There was a new perspective and another self in that door. This feeling was very wonderful. Yang Congrong felt that he had broken free from many shackles.

"No one comes to save me, what should I do?" the captain next to me asked anxiously.

After swallowing the last bite of the powdered intestine, Yang Congrong picked up the soup and took a sip, then said, "I thought about this too. The Mongolians want to hold us back now, probably have mobilized other people and they will not let us go. So I really want to know if the Mongolians' statement about preventing and controlling the plague is true. If it is true, we have a way."

"What method?" Even the instructor became interested this time.

Yang Congrong was also thinking about solutions during the vigil last night. He was afraid at the time. Although he also thought that the Mongolians might really need means to prevent and control plagues, the subsequent idea was that he knew the theory of preventing and controlling plagues, so he might be captured by the Mongolians.

Now that he didn't know what was going on, Yang Congrong found that the same idea had a completely different direction.

"If the Mongolians really want to ask us to help him prevent and control the plague, as long as we can persist in fighting the Mongols to the end, we can ask the Mongolians to let go of those who do not understand health and epidemic prevention. Just stay and help the Mongolians," Yang said calmly.
Chapter completed!