"How many more li do we have to walk out of the desert?" Hou Junji smacked his lips and licked his dry lips with his saliva. However, this was in vain and only made him feel more thirsty.
"General, our army has already walked one thousand and three hundred li of the Gobi Desert. There are only seven hundred li left," Xin Yaoer reported.
Hou Junji said with a bitter expression, "Only seven hundred li left? However, this seven hundred li is not easy to walk! "
If it were any other time, Hou Junji would not care about this seven hundred li. However, at this moment, this seven hundred li was the biggest obstacle he had ever overcome in his life.
"General, don't blame yourself. Everyone knows that there is a shortage of water in the desert. No matter when the army marches, there will always be this disaster." Xin Yaoer did not dare to put the blame on Mo Jiazi this time and softly advised him.
Hou Junji looked worriedly at the thirsty army and frowned. "I am worried that if this continues, we will lose more than half of our soldiers before we reach Gao Chang."
The water left behind by the Silk Road merchants along the way was already the limit for an army of thirty thousand. However, Hou Junji was leading a hundred thousand soldiers. Coupled with the large number of horses, the water they received was even less. The entire army was in a state of hunger and thirst. If this continued, a large number of soldiers would die due to the lack of water.
Plop.
One of the soldiers was too hungry and thirsty. In his extreme weakness, he could no longer walk and directly fell to the ground.
Seeing that someone had fainted, the entire army immediately stopped and began to stir.
"What's going on?" Hou Junji barked.
Xin Yaoer hurriedly went to check the situation and quickly returned. "General, a soldier in the rear has fallen."
"Where is the military doctor? Let the military doctor treat him! "Hou Junji roared.
Xin Yaoer immediately fell silent. Everyone knew that this soldier was suffering from a lack of water. Without water, even if Sun Simiao personally came, it would be in vain.
"Pass down the order, the army is to continue forward, do not stop!" Hou Junji coldly said. It wasn't that he was heartless, but that the longer they delayed in the desert, the more dangerous the situation would become for the army.
After Hou Junji gave the order, he rushed in the direction of the fallen soldiers.
"General! Please forgive this subordinate for not being able to follow the general to the west, "the soldier said weakly when he saw Hou Junji approaching.
Although Hou Junji was arrogant, he treated his soldiers very well and won the hearts of his soldiers. This was also the reason why he won the support of his soldiers and won many battles.
Hou Junji said softly, "Don't talk too much. I will definitely lead you out of this Gobi Desert."
Hou Junji picked up the water bottle in his hand and put it into the soldier's mouth, only to find that even his water bottle was empty. He could only pour out a few drops of water, which was not enough to moisten his lips.
"Who still has water? Hurry up and bring it over. If not, go and borrow from the other armies," Hou Junji roared.
The soldiers all fell silent. The army had already entered the desert and had been hungry and thirsty for several days. Where would they find water? And this soldier was only the first to fall. In the future, there would probably be more soldiers who would fall and be buried in this desert.
Splash!
Suddenly, a water bottle was placed in front of Hou Junji. The pleasant sound of water was like the sound of nature in Hou Junji's ears.
"There's water!" Hou Junji snatched the water bottle and put it into the soldier's mouth. The soldier greedily swallowed a few mouthfuls before reluctantly moving his mouth away. Everyone knew how precious water was at a time like this.
Hou Junji carefully twisted the water bottle and handed it to the person who came. He stood up and asked with a hopeful face, "Is there still water in the Firearms Division?"
He didn't need to look at the person to know that this person was a son of the Mo Family. This was because the other soldiers mostly used water bags made of cowhide. Only the rich and overbearing firearms supervisor used a special iron kettle made by the Mo Family's village. Now that the entire army was extremely short of water, the fact that a son of the Mo Family had water in his kettle was enough to make him suspicious.
Meton took the water bottle and nodded. "The Firearms Division carries flammable gunpowder. Fireproofing has always been the top priority of the Firearms Division. Therefore, wherever the Firearms Division goes, there must be a water dragon cart."
"A cart of water!" Hou Junji's breath suddenly stopped. He felt a sense of surprise. He originally thought that Mo Jiazi had only left a few bottles of water. He did not expect that there was still a cart of water. This was great news.
However, Hou Junji's joy quickly dissipated. He looked at the water bottle in Meton's hand and said with difficulty, "How much water is left in this cart?"
In his opinion, the reason why Meton still had water in his water bottle was because he used this cart of water.
Meton heard this and said unhappily, "General, what do you mean? At any time, the safety of gunpowder is the most important thing. No matter how thirsty the Firearms Division soldiers are, they will not use this cart of water."
Hou Junji's eyes lit up again. "Then this cart of water is still full?"
Meton nodded solemnly and said, "The Firearms Division soldiers did not use a single drop of water."
Hou Junji looked at Mo Jiazi's dry lips and immediately believed Meton's words. He thought for a moment and said, "I naturally know that gunpowder is very important. However, Mo Jiazi also saw the situation of the army. I wonder if …"
Meton said without hesitation, "Of course. No matter how important gunpowder is, it is not as important as the lives of the soldiers. The purpose of gunpowder is to reduce the sacrifice of the Tang dynasty's soldiers. The same goes for the water dragon cart used by the Firearms Division to extinguish the fire."
"Good. Mo Jiazi is really righteous. I admire you." Hou Junji looked deeply at Meton and said.
Meton turned around and shouted, "Xue Rengui, immediately tell the Firearms Division to pull away at least 30 steps from the Firearms Division. Then pull the water dragon cart over."
"Yes, Chancellor!" Xue Rengui answered and left. Soon, a water dragon cart was pulled in front of Hou Junji.
"There's water in the Firearms Division!"
The news of Mo Jiazi using water to save the soldiers quickly spread through the army. Immediately, the hearts of the entire army shook. In an instant, all the generals rushed toward the Firearms Division, afraid that they would not be able to get their share if they were late.
"It really is a full cart of water!" Niu Jinda did not care about his image and turned on the top switch of the water dragon cart. He could not help but be overjoyed when he saw the water that was about to overflow.
The other generals were also overjoyed. Originally, they thought that they were at the end of the road. They did not expect that there was still a cart of water that could be used. Moreover, the Firearms Division's carriages were very impressive. This special water dragon cart was also much larger than the ordinary ones and could hold more water.
However, the joy of the generals quickly disappeared. A full cart of water might seem like a lot, but once it was distributed to the 100,000 soldiers, it would be good if they could even get a mouthful, not to mention the horses, which used even more water.
"This cart of water can only be used for emergencies. It is not enough to resolve the army's crisis. If our army cannot find a water source, we will also be in trouble," Xue Wanjun said gravely.
Hou Junji said gravely, "Mo Jiu, the Mo Clan's Mo Technique is unparalleled in the world. Do you have a secret technique for collecting water in the desert? If you can resolve the army's water shortage, I will definitely remember this favor. "
Faced with the crisis of the 100,000 soldiers, Hou Junji finally lowered his noble head and asked Mo Jiazi for guidance.
In an instant, all the generals focused their gazes on Meton. Mo Jiazi had created miracle after miracle. If there was anyone who had the most hope of resolving this crisis, it would definitely be Mo Jiazi.
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