The Tatars needed this kind of news to relieve their pressure. Seeing some people in the army holding their heads and crying, some dancing, and some rolling on the ground, Arutai also understood that he would not let them vent. This gang
I'm afraid the guy won't be able to return to normal, let alone take them to fight.
So, the Tatar Grand Master took advantage of the excitement and announced that all the Tatars would party for three days and three nights, and then fight their way out of the desert!
"Ouch! Ouch!" All the Tatars howled happily, and a Tatar noble said dissatisfiedly: "It's a pity that there is no wine, the carnival always lacks a bit of flavor."
How could such a trivial matter trouble the great Tatar Grand Master? Arutai smiled and said to all the Tatar nobles: "Who said there is no wine?" As he said this, he clapped his hands, and hundreds of Tatar sergeants carried it out.
More than a hundred jars of fine wine have arrived.
The eyes of all the Tatar nobles almost stared down, and they all cried out: "Could it be that the Grand Master can do magic tricks?"
Arutai was so proud that he laughed and said: "This is the wine I hid here before I went on the expedition. It was originally..." Arutai wanted to say that it was originally used to make a 'celebration wine', but this time
Why couldn't he say this in this situation? He could only smile and said: "Forget it, don't mention it."
"Dad, I didn't tell you that you hid this good thing, why didn't you take it out earlier?" Abu Zian'an also complained.
"You know nothing!" Arutai scolded: "In the first two days, I couldn't even stand at all. I took out the wine and they didn't drink it all to death!" Speaking of this, Arutai admired himself.
Why is he so knowledgeable? It's a pity that when Abu finished complaining, he ran off to grab the wine and drink it.
I was about to show off my health knowledge, but there was no audience, which made the old lady feel very unhappy.
The Tatar nobles couldn't care less about listening to the old master's bragging. They rushed to the wine jar one by one, smashed the mud seal, and drank hard at the mouth of the jar. For these drunkards, they had not had a drop of wine for more than a month.
Damn, it's even worse than killing them.
The great carnival began, and the Tatars' wild laughter and shouts spread throughout the oasis and into the desert for more than ten miles. Even the scouts who were on guard outside were attracted by the sound.
"What's going on behind the scenes?" the scouts asked their compatriots who had just come out of the oasis for a shift.
"The Wuliangha people have taken the retreat of the Ming army, and we are about to turn defeat into victory. The grand master ordered a three-day carnival, and even brought out the treasured wine!"
"Wine?" Those scouts' eyes suddenly glowed green, and the wine bug in their stomachs was scratching their hearts and lungs. They couldn't think of being on guard outside? They wished they could rush back and drink the wine.
The scout, who was just about ready to go back to rest, walked away under the envious eyes of his colleagues. He did not forget to laugh and said: "Don't worry, don't worry, there will be no wine left for you, no wine jar left?"
This statement made all the scouts worried, and they all asked anxiously: "What if we run out of wine when we get back?"
"Well, it's impossible for the Ming army to seek death in the desert anyway. What are we doing here wandering around and eating sand? We might as well go back and have a good time drinking!" Someone boldly suggested.
"It makes sense, I haven't even seen a single hair these days." Everyone's eyes lit up, and they all agreed: "It's only right to go back and drink quickly!"
"Then who will be on guard?" He also has a sense of responsibility that has not been wiped out by alcohol addiction.
"Let's go back to get some wine first, and then come back. Could it be that the Ming army came and killed us right now?" The scouts were already drunk and excused themselves. As for whether they will come back after they go back, that's it.
Only immortals know.
After finding an excuse to comfort themselves, all the scouts fled together... These guys rushed back to drink, and no one noticed. In the distance, several khaki figures were following behind them...
Those figures were not riding horses and could keep up with the cavalry with only two legs. Hanging behind the Tatar scouts and walking for more than ten miles, the men in khaki clothes and khaki masks were obviously
I feel that the air around me is moist, and when I look forward, I see a green patch of green.
In the long yellow sand, the green was so dazzling that the men couldn't take their eyes away. They carefully touched the edge of the oasis, only to realize that they didn't need to be so careful at all, because the Tatars only had wine in their eyes, so why not?
What matters outside of yourself can you care about?
Several men crouched in the yellow sand, carefully observed the oasis, marked it on the map, and listened carefully to the few words coming from the oasis. After they were sure that they couldn't hear anything new, they tiptoed out again.
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After retreating out of sight of the Tatars, a few people started running wildly and ran for more than ten miles until they came to a sand nest.
In Shawozi, there were several men in similar attire waiting anxiously. When he saw a few people returning, the leader quickly took off his face towel and asked, "How is it, have you found it?" It turned out to be Senior Brother Xinyan.
"Well, we found it. It's fourteen miles away from the northeast." Those people also pulled off their face towels. The leader turned out to be Xinci. He threw the map into Xinyan's arms, walked over, and held it in the sand nest.
Waiting for a masked man, forehand and backhand are several big mouths.
The masked man was beaten so badly that his mask was slapped off. It turned out to be Tatar Jishenigan. He covered the swollen cheeks of Lao Gao and said with aggrieved face: "Why?
If you find it, you still want to whip me?"
"You're the one who got whipped! Look what you marked on it?" Xinci cursed and pointed at the map in Xinyan's hand.
Xinyan looked at the final location on the map. It was already more than ten miles beyond the range circled by Shi Nigan. He couldn't help but nodded and said: "We should definitely fight."
You must know that the big circle drawn by Shi Nigan was originally two hundred miles in radius. In the past few days, they had made countless circles in the desert with their kind hearts and stern hearts and ate how much sand they had to draw the circle that Shi Ni Gan had marked.
I've searched all over, but I can't find the oasis he mentioned!
For this matter, the monks slapped Shi Nigan countless times, but if they couldn't find him, they couldn't find him, and it was useless to kill him. Seeing that the water and food were almost exhausted, he was kind-hearted and unwilling to give up.
After returning in vain, he wanted to expand the scope to explore, but Shi Nigan vowed that he would not be able to find it even if he expanded the scope. The oasis was within the scope he circled, and it might have been annihilated by the wind and sand...
To be kind and serious, it is possible that in this desert, the oasis is already very fragile, or a sandstorm, or the spring is cut off, the oasis will disappear without a trace in a few years. I am preparing to go back to my life helplessly.
, a monk discovered a piece of green horse dung!
This discovery made Xinci Xinyan ecstatic. Their horses ate bean cakes and hay, and the feces they produced were all yellow. The green feces must come from the Tatars, and it means that the oasis is nearby!
Xinyan quickly ordered Xinci to lead people to search in the direction of the horse dung. Although the traces on the desert would soon be wiped out, the traces just left could still be traced!
Sure enough, after not far behind, we saw the Tatar scouts... In fact, according to Arutai's instructions, the scouts should collect the horse dung and bring it back to the oasis to avoid leaving traces. This is what the scouts do on weekdays.
Yes, but the scouts were so distracted by the wine that they could not care about such trivial work. Only then did the Ming army find them.
Although it was June, the night in the grassland was very cold, and yellow clouds were surging in the northern sky, as if a sandstorm was brewing.
The generals were tight on the outside and tight on the inside. Although they hid the news from the soldiers that the food route was cut off and the escape route was dead, they had sent a large number of scouts to patrol south. In the name of preventing sandstorms, they ordered the soldiers to stay on guard and be on strict alert.
, the atmosphere in the military camp was extremely tense.
Even though they had never been on the battlefield before the expedition, after more than a month of hard fighting, the soldiers had grown up rapidly. Through the officers' series of unusual actions, many people had already noticed something.
In the camp, the Ming army soldiers, who were fully armed and lying on the felt, were discussing in low voices.
"This is something weird today. Even if we have to prevent sandstorms, what are we doing with our armor on and stringing our bows?"
"That's right, and a large group of scouts were sent south. Even if the scouts were sent, they should have gone north. What's the point of going south?"
"I heard that more than a hundred horses escaped from the south during the day, and they were all injured. Some people recognized them as troops escorting baggage..."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the tent who was still drowsy sat up in shock.
"No way, my brother is in the grain transport team. They have four to five thousand people. Who can move?"
"Yes, unless Arutai spreads his wings and flies around us to the south, who can touch the grain transport team?"
Everyone's first reaction was disbelief. But someone said quietly: "Then the food and grass should arrive at the camp today, why is there not even a trace?"
"Speaking of which, starting from noon today, the rations have been reduced by half, and dinner has been reduced to 30%. Could it be that the food and grass cannot be transported?"
"No wonder they make us hungry..." The scalps of all the soldiers were numb, and panic appeared on more and more faces.
"Shut up!" At some point, a patrol general, accompanied by several Qianhu, appeared at the door of the tent with an ashen complexion. The scolding made these soldiers directly subordinate to Qianhu. Master Qianhu said angrily.
: "You dare to discuss the military situation, have you forgotten that military law is ruthless?"
All the soldiers quickly got up and remained silent without daring to speak.
The general waved his hand to signal Qianhu not to get angry, and said in a deep voice to all the soldiers: "Put your hearts in your stomach, nothing happened." After saying that, he turned and left without any intention of punishing the soldiers.
Ming Qianhu breathed a sigh of relief, glared at the soldiers and said: "Lie down quickly, and if anyone talks nonsense again, I will cut out his tongue!"
All the soldiers were silent and hurriedly lay down. When the thousands of households chased the general, they couldn't help but started talking in a low voice...
This kind of scene is not an isolated case, but happens everywhere in the camp. An uneasy atmosphere hangs over the camp. I am afraid that by daybreak, the rumors will have spread throughout the camp.