The originally low morale and scattered military morale were suddenly reversed by the news about Wang Xian!
The soldiers' blood was racing, they beat their chests and feet, howled and screamed, eager to set off immediately and rush to the Laoshizi Typhoon Shelter to kill the Arutai group and save them from wasting their own food.
The entire Ming army already regarded Arutai's food as their own.
It can be seen that compared with the desire to achieve success, promotion and wealth, the pressure of survival is the primary driving force!
Wang Xian and Liu Sheng, Mo Wen looked at each other and smiled, then sighed: "But the sandstorm is coming. If you enter the desert at this time, you may have a narrow escape!"
"So what, it's better than staying here and dying!" The soldiers didn't care, and shouted loudly: "Isn't it just a hundred miles! Even if it's a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, we can get through it!"
"If we get lost in the sandstorm and cannot find Arutai on time, we will all starve to death in the desert..." Wang Xian said with a smile again.
"So what! Rather than being chased for thousands of miles and dying in vain, it's better to die vigorously and fight for a chance of survival!" The soldiers were so passionate, how could they care so much?!
"Well said!" Wang Xian applauded, "This is the iron-blooded man of my Ming Dynasty!" As he spoke, the smile on his face swept away, replaced by a solemn face. "I will lead you.
Enter the desert, annihilate Arutai, and fight to survive!" Wang Xian's voice became louder and louder, and every word was filled with infinite determination, gushing out from his mouth and going straight into the hearts of every soldier!
"Even if we die, we must die on the way to kill the enemy, and we must not die on the way to escape!"
"The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and I will not return it until Loulan is broken!" The soldiers all over the camp roared in response.
"Let's go!" Wang Xian drew his sword and pointed to the north, to the endless desert with yellow sand!
The soldiers responded to the order with a bang, and under the leadership of the officers, they mounted their horses one after another and filed out of the camp gate.
Wang Xian and others also got on their horses and went out of the camp with the soldiers. I don't know who started it first, but the soldiers sang the military song of the early Ming Dynasty together:
"The wind follows -, the clouds follow tiger, fame and fortune follow dust and earth.
Looking at China, the people are suffering and the fertile land for thousands of miles is barren.
Look at the world, there are only barbarians, and what is missing in the way of heaven can only be repaired by a single man.
A good man, regardless of his parents, only cares for the common people and not for the Lord.
Holding a steel knife of ninety-nine, he did not stop until he killed all Hu'er.
Why am I, a man of honor, acting like a horse or an ox to the Tartars?
A strong man drinks all the wine in his bowl and never looks back on a journey of thousands of miles.
The golden drums are beating together and the crowd is roaring, and the yellow dragon will not stop until it is broken!"
Although this military song was born at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and the history of the Mongols enslaving the Han people is long gone, it still inspires the men of the Han family to risk their lives and continue the chapter of the heroes of their predecessors with their blood and lives. Hu must not let Hu
The captives are messing with China again!
Tens of thousands of soldiers of the Ming Army marched more than ten miles north and entered the desert. Not long after entering the desert, an overwhelming sandstorm came raging. Even though the soldiers and horses covered their mouths and noses with cloth covers, they were still beaten so hard that they were sore all over, dizzy, and even unconscious.
You can't open your eyes to see anything.
But in fact, it doesn't matter whether you open your eyes or not, because the sky and the earth are covered by yellow sand. Even if you open your eyes wide, you can only see clearly one or two feet away. If you go further, the sky and the earth will be vast and yellow.
…
The soldiers of the Ming army basically marched with their eyes closed. Before entering the desert, each of them was given a piece of strong hemp rope. According to the order, they passed the rope through the saddle of the previous horse and tied it to the reins of the second horse. In this way,
The war horses are connected end to end like a string of gourds. The people behind only need to follow the steps of the people in front, and there is no need to worry about being left behind because they cannot see the surroundings clearly.
In this way, the people leading the way at the front have an extremely important responsibility. If they accidentally lead the wrong way, the whole army will follow the wrong way. And in this desert, an army without food will go the wrong way.
It means the whole army is annihilated...
I believe that before the entire army is annihilated, the soldiers will definitely kill the guide who led the way...
Therefore, as a guide, Xincixinyan and others are under a lot of pressure...
Even though they were assisted by Jin Yiwei, who was good at working on the map, and even though they had already determined the direction, the two of them were still full of anxiety, staring at the compasses in their hands, fearing that they would go even a little off.
Originally, although there were no fixed scenery in the desert for reference, there were at least the sun, moon and stars. With the superb navigation technology of the Ming Dynasty, it was easy to determine the position with the help of celestial bodies. But now it is a sandstorm, there is no light in the sky, and the stars and moon are not visible.
Hidden form, there is nothing to refer to!
All I could rely on was the compass in my hand. Follow the direction pointed above and walk fifteen quarters north-northeast. If you don't go astray, you will reach that damn typhoon shelter sooner or later.
"But what if I went astray..." Xinci asked Xinyan worriedly.
"Watch your crow's beak!" Xin Yan glared at Xin Ci, shook the compass in his hand and said, "Don't we have this thing?"
"Is this thing reliable?" Xinci squinted hard and looked at the compass in his hand. It was a round copper box covered with transparent crystal, and inside was a slender magnet, trembling.
It points in one direction, which is said to be true north. Then according to the angle between the scale on the top and the magnet, the direction of progress can be determined at this time.
"Of course..." Xinyan glanced at the constantly trembling magnet and felt that it was unreliable. His voice couldn't help but become quieter: "It's reliable..."
"Even if it's reliable, it's not easy to go dozens of miles without going off track. This is two hundred miles!" Xinci said with a sad face: "In this damn weather, all the marks we left were in vain..." In order to
To make it easier to find them, they planted many small flags on the road as markers when they returned. But with the raging sandstorm, where could they find them? They had probably been blown away long ago!
"Hmm..." Xinyan became more and more worried after being told by Xinci. In desperation, he started to mutter something. After listening carefully, he found out that he was begging for the Buddha's blessing.
But Xinci was still chattering: "It's obviously two hundred miles, why do you think my junior brother got a 50% discount?"
Xinyan was so annoyed that he had no choice but to sigh and said, "Have you never heard of the allusion of looking at plum blossoms to quench thirst?"
"What does Wangmei Quenching have to do with his discount?" Xinci asked in confusion.
Xinyan gave Xinci a look and said, "Don't tell people that you are the master's apprentice." Then she ignored him again...
Wang Xian and Mo Wen were not far behind Xin Xinyan, and they were talking with difficulty despite the strong wind.
"Sir, this time is quite risky." Although Mo Wen was the first advocate of going deep into the desert, he still had reservations about Wang Xian's insistence on going his own way in such a sandstorm.
"It's about starving the brave to death and starving the timid to death." Wang Xian said nonchalantly. After making the decision, he felt relaxed. Although he was in the windy and sandy sky, he seemed to be back in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.
What it was like to be a carefree little official.
At that time, he was just a rogue who didn't care.
Time has changed, and more than ten years have passed by in a blink of an eye. He is already the Duke of the Ming Dynasty and the leader of the army. He is inferior to tens of thousands of people. Everyone thinks that he has changed. Only Wang Xian knows that he has not changed at all.
, it’s just disguised.
Wrapped in that solemn and shining golden coat, he is actually still the same rogue who doesn't care...
Wang Xian's logic is very simple. Since you are going to die anyway, of course you have to die as a bachelor. This has nothing to do with whether there is a sandstorm or not.
"Do you think how far we can go in one day by marching like this?" Wang Xian asked loudly.
"It depends on the wind direction. If the wind blows from the west, we march at full speed with the wind, and we can reach two hundred miles in one day." Mo Wen frowned and said, "But if the wind direction changes to the northwest, we will fight for seven or eighty miles in one day.
We can't even get there!" He sighed and said, "The wind direction may be from the west or from the northwest, so you can't tell for sure."
"Then let's take an average," Wang Xian said calmly: "It can take at most a day and a half."
"There's no such calculation..." Mo Wen said helplessly: "In such weather, the physical strength of the horses is greatly exhausted. Is it still a problem whether they can walk?"
"We can definitely walk there!" Wang Xian said in a deep voice: "Even if the horse is exhausted, I won't care so much!"
"How can we fight without horses?" Mo Wen frowned.
"In this weather, as long as we reach the oasis, we will win!" Wang Xian said firmly.
Seeing that Wang Xian had considered the cause and effect clearly, Mo Wen did not ask any more questions, obviously agreeing with his statement. In such a horrible weather, no one would have thought that the enemy would come to their door. I am afraid that even he would neglect to take precautions and let the enemy go.
The soldiers went to their tents to take shelter from the wind and sand.
If the enemy comes at this time, there will be no doubt about the outcome...
The army staggered forward in the sandstorm. The war horses were pushed by the wind for a while and had to run. Then they were blocked by the wind. No matter how much they were urged, they could not move forward. Fortunately, many horses were connected together, and the power or strength to move forward together could
Stacking more or less can resist the power of heaven and earth and keep the team moving forward.
The soldiers had to admire the chain of horses created by Wang Xian. If the horses had not been tied together, the team would have been scattered countless times, let alone keep moving forward.
Just like this, after an unknown amount of time, the sky gradually darkened, and the soldiers suddenly realized that they had been walking for nearly a day! The power of the spirit was so terrifying that no one thought that they would be in this big sandstorm.
I have been marching for so long!
However, mental strength is not omnipotent. Once they realize that they have been walking for so long, their bodies, which have been numbed by the storm, finally begin to feel the fatigue and hard work that has been accumulated for a long time...
When there was a big sandstorm, it was difficult for everyone to breathe, so naturally they didn't bother to talk and complain. At this time, the sandstorm became smaller intermittently, and some soldiers began to complain: "Sir, I really can't walk anymore!"
"Yes, Baihu, I'm tired and hungry, I can't move my whole body..."
Emotions are contagious, and more soldiers began to complain and wanted to stop and take a rest.