Outside Dunhuang City, there are crowds of people, horses neighing, and a thousand cavalry are gathering. These people are all composed of elite coalition forces, including Qiang knights, Uzbek herdsmen, Xiliang elite soldiers, Timur's vanguard, and a unit of Turkic Wolf Cavalry.
Although there are not many people, they are extremely capable.\00k
In addition to the horses, camels and sidearms and dry food each person is equipped with, there is no extraneous equipment, and there is only one flag. This cavalry unit will follow the most convenient route, across Lop Nur, along the Kongque River and Tarim
He came to the foot of Tianshan Mountain to pick the legendary thousand-year-old snow lotus for Hermione.
After all, this is just a legend. No one has ever seen the so-called thousand-year snow lotus, but Yuan Feng insisted on going to Tianshan to pick it. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he could not give up. Zhao Ding'an and others could not persuade him, so they had to agree. Hermione's name
No one in the entire Tibetan area knew about it, so many Us Tibetans volunteered to join the team. Because they had lived on the snowy plateau all year round and had rich climbing experience, Yuan Feng agreed to join them.
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More than a hundred miles east of Dunhuang is Lop Nur, the largest saltwater lake in the Western Regions. Lop Nur, whose Mongolian name is Lop Nur, means a lake where many waters gather. It originates from the Tarim River, Kongque River, Chelchen River and
The Milan River and others continuously flow into Lop Nur, while the melted snow water from the glaciers in the Qilian Mountains flows into Lop Nur from the southeast through the Shule River. Yuan Feng and others followed the Shule River all the way westward and entered the scope of Lop Nur.
Lop Nur is an extremely broad area, a rare oasis in the vast desert of the Western Region. The rivers are clear and the water and grass are rich. Marching in such a place is very natural. Along the ancient Silk Road, a group of cavalry galloped at lightning speed.
A large red flag fluttered in the wind at the front.
Beside the blue sea, smoke curled up from cooking stoves, and the ground was in a mess. The troops of the Fourth Prince had just bloodbathed the village, but found that the harvest was very little. The Lop Nur people living here mainly eat fish and plant some highland barley crops, which are not liked by the nomads.
Meat, milk and other items, the cavalry were angry and went on a killing spree. After venting their anger, they made a fire to cook. Before the rice was cooked, they heard the sound of horse hooves. The soldier in charge of the alert shouted loudly: "The Xiliang army is coming.
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The troops hurriedly mounted their horses to prepare for battle. The enemy came so quickly and suddenly that they were caught off guard. Many of the horses had no time to prepare their saddles, so the knights jumped on their bareback horses to meet the enemy. The Xiliang army was a carefully selected and powerful army. The Turks
The soldiers were indeed exhausted after a long battle, and they fled after one round. The Xiliang army did not stop and chased them all the way.\00k
To the west, to the west, and to the west again, the Xiliang army clung to the remaining soldiers of the fourth prince like a force driven by bones, chasing them in a panic. The Turkic army threw away everything they could, including wounded soldiers and supplies.
They gave up and fled lightly, eating, drinking, and eating on their horses. After running like this for two days, they were surprised to find that the Xiliang army had not been thrown away.
At this time, we were far away from the Lop Nur watershed and entered the desert area. The scorching sun was shining in the sky. The dry ground took on the shape of a tortoise shell. The vaguely visible shells showed that this was once a river bed. The heat evaporating from the ground made the scenery distorted and blurred. "Bang"
"The sound was the sound of someone falling off the horse. The soldiers were so hungry and thirsty that they were on the verge of collapse. The knights were swaying on their horses. The team was extremely long and scattered. From time to time, someone fell off the horse.
Never got up again.
Prince Shaharul took out the water bag and poured it into his mouth a few times, but there was not a drop of water. He looked up at the white sun, which was still dazzling. Everyone was covered with a thick layer of salt crust, and their faces were covered with salt.
It's all sweat. Even though it's extremely hot, everyone still has a fur jacket wrapped around his waist. The climate in the desert is like this. The temperature difference is huge. It's very hot during the day and extremely cold at night. The horse's horse is exhausted and talks about it.
Foaming and stumbling on his feet, he suddenly neighed and fell to the ground and could not get up again.
Shaharul struggled to crawl out, pulled out a knife and cut the blood vessels on the horse's neck. The horse screamed, and a stream of blood spurted out. Shaharul hurriedly opened his mouth to catch it, leaving blood all over his face and body.
In extreme cases, horse blood is hot and dry, making drinking it uncomfortable and can only quench temporary thirst.
An hour later, the Xiliang army, which was also stumbling forward, came here. Seeing the horse corpses on the ground, Yuan Feng knew that the Turks were at the end of their rope. Maybe they could catch them with more force, but the Xiliang army also collapsed.
The edge, the limit of endurance, if they didn't have more camels, they might be even worse than the Turks.
In fact, Shaharul misunderstood. The Xiliang army went west not to chase them, but to rush to the sky to pick snow lotus. The two armies met by chance, so let's fight. Fight while marching.
On the contrary, it was faster.
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Continuing to the north, it is already a complete desert area, with undulating sand dunes, like a phantom sea. If it were not for the guide in the army, the troops would definitely lose their way. In the long yellow sand, the bones of camels can be vaguely seen. In the only shade under the cactus, scorpions are on the lookout.
Looking at these tired travelers, the poisonous snakes swayed their noisy tails and swam in the sand. The hot sun made people drowsy. Although a group of black spots could be seen walking in front of them in the distance, but
No one has the energy to chase.
Suddenly someone shouted: "The sandstorm is coming!" When everyone looked back, they were horrified. The entire sky was covered by sand, and it was sweeping towards this direction. People shouted and horses neighed, and everyone ran wildly, and the formation also dispersed.
Suddenly, the camels and horses ran forward with their survival instincts. As they ran, they suddenly saw a castle in front of them, and everyone rushed in without thinking.
The sandstorm followed closely behind, covering the sky and the sun, and the sun lost its brilliance. The whole world was like a dark night, and I couldn't see my fingers. I could only stretch out my hands to fumble, looking for a hiding place.
After a long time, the sandstorm finally passed, and the sky gradually became clear and clear. The sun was still shining in the sky. Everyone stood up from the sand, shook off the thick dust on their bodies, spit out the sand in their mouths, and then looked at the people next to them.
No one could come out, their heads and faces were covered with sand, and they all looked like clay figures.
Fortunately, this unknown abandoned ancient city covered the dust and saved everyone's lives. Everyone shook the dust off their heads and patted their clothes clean, only to realize that the people next to them were the enemies who had been pursuing them all the way!
Without saying a word, the fight started, and a fierce battle unfolded in the old castle. The soldiers no longer had the dexterity and bravery of the past, and they were fighting entirely with perseverance. This kind of fighting was extremely physically demanding, and the little energy they originally had was exhausted.
After the beating, some people were exhausted and sat on the ground gasping for air. The fourth prince staggered onto the horse and let the horse carry him north. Yuan Feng also climbed on a camel and followed closely.
Shaharul is the fourth son of Timur. He is twenty-eight years old this year. Among the four sons of his father, he is the only one with the most similar character to Timur. He has an iron will and perseverance. But now he has reached the edge of despair.
His Royal Highness, who used to command thousands of troops, now has no followers around him. From time to time, he looks back at the ghost-like shadow behind him. This man is so terrifying. He has been chasing him from Liangzhou to here. Such a difficult enemy is here.
Even I saw it for the first time.
Shaharu's horse was exhausted and moved very slowly through the deep yellow sand. It was not as fast as Yuan Feng's camel. However, Shaharu was surprised to find that when the enemy caught up with him, he did not draw his sword to attack him.
Instead, he continued to run forward as if nothing was happening.
Shaharu tried his best to open his eyes that were covered with blood and sand and looked forward. He saw a sparkling water, a river! an oasis!
The nerves that were about to collapse suddenly cheered up. Shaharu urged his horse and ran towards the river. He almost reached the river with Yuan Feng. The two of them jumped into the river at the same time, completely immersing themselves in the clear river water. Although the river was blocked by
The sun was blazing hot, but it was still sweet and pure. It was thousands of times better than any milk tea, fine wine, or clear spring they had ever tasted, seen, or heard about.
After finally drinking enough water, the two men's movements gradually slowed down, and they stretched out their hands towards the handle of the knife. Shaharu shouted loudly, and drew his knife and slashed at it as fast as lightning. Yuan Feng greeted him with his knife, and the two of them fought from the river.
After arriving at the shore, they fought from the shore to the desert. I don't know how long it took. Both of them were exhausted. They lay on the grass by the river bank almost at the same time, breathing heavily.
"What is this river called?"
"I don't know, maybe it's the Kongque River."
"Who built that city?"
"I don't know, maybe it's the legendary ruins of Loulan."
The two of them chatted together, seemingly like old friends they hadn't seen for many years.
Shaharu suddenly took out a piece of dried meat from his arms and tore it in half, and handed one half to Yuan Feng. Yuanfeng was stunned for a moment, then he also took out a pancake made of black beans, broke half of it and gave it to Shaharu, two
The sworn enemies were lying together on the grass beside the Peacock River and outside the ruins of Loulan, eating while looking at the blue sky.
"The great Tamerlane is finally in your hands." Shaharul said.
"Timur was not defeated by anyone, he was defeated by himself." Yuan Feng replied.
"Maybe so, but it is undeniable that you are a hero, as great a hero as Timur, just like the young wolf king on the grassland, persevering and persevering. I lost, completely defeated. I
I am willing to surrender and offer my sword to the king of Liangzhou and the king of the Western Regions."
Shaharul said, picking up the scimitar that was thrown aside, inserting it into the scabbard and touching the Yuan cover with both hands.