In the vast Gobi Desert, the blazing sun hangs high in the blue sky. Looking into the distance, I can only see thousands of miles of yellow sand, which is extremely desolate.
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 will 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 and 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 he, a native Mongolian, can get confused in this desert. How can Prince Qi be 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, the Huns were stationed here for generations. Their tribes were spread all over the north of the Yinshan Mountains, 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 the Xiongnu Tuntou King, Han Wang and other three people as well as eighty-three generals, prime ministers, officials, and captains. Then he won the victory.
They pursued them to Langjuxu Mountain, where they held a heaven-sacrifice ceremony and a earth-sacrifice Zen ceremony at Guyan Mountain. The troops advanced all the way to Beihai (i.e., Yuyuerhai, present-day Lake Baikal, Russia).
In this battle, the Han army beheaded 74,443 people. After this battle, the Xiongnu 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 Huns to Mongols.
But Huo Qubing can always remember every plant and tree here thousands of years ago. He is born with a sensitivity to the battlefield that ordinary people cannot 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 just 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.
Chi Rong 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 lithoplas, onions, and cacti. After traveling for hundreds of miles in this desert, it seems like the surrounding
The scenery remains 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 doesn't need a reason, Huo Qubing's intuition has never failed him.
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The soldiers of Fengzi camp were digging holes in the desert and lighting fires 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 every step, hiding themselves in the shadows and out of sight of the Mongols. Because they only had 800 people, if they were not careful, the whole army would be annihilated.
Chirong licked his chapped, 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 five times divided by two. The tiger was so hungry that it turned into a thin tiger.
"What the hell is this? Is this edible?"
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 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 delighted: "I have lived in the desert for so many years, and this is the first time I heard that a cook is required 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 travel around mountains and rivers, and 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've come all the way here. 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 with you."
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 looked eagerly at the scout who came to report.
It is 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.
"Prince, 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 even running out of water and food.
Anyone else, knowing that they have finally reached the finish line, would not be able to help but 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!