"Kill!"
The Weapons Supervisor and the remnants of the Tubo army were constantly harassing each other in the desert. It was clear that the Weapons Supervisor had the advantage in weapons and was constantly whittling away at Tubo's remnants. In just a few moments, the Tubo army was being decimated at an astonishing rate.
"Damn Mo Jiazi!" Seeing Mo Jiazi latching onto him like a maggot, Lun Trinling was furious, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He wasn't a brute, and he had another reason for entering the Eight Hundred Mile Sea. If Mo Jiazi hadn't pursued him, he could have used Yu Tian to enter the Tubo Plateau. This was his other escape route. As the son of the Tubo Grand Minister, he had a bright future ahead of him. If he could survive, he naturally didn't want to become a dried corpse in the desert.
If Mo Jiazi had pursued him, he would have lured Mo Jiazi into the heart of the desert and used the Eight Hundred Mile Sea to drag Mo Jiazi to death.
"Stand up from where you fall."
Although Lun Trinling didn't know this saying, it didn't stop him from doing so. In the ambush, he had been defeated by Mo Jiazi in the desert. Now, he would use the boundless desert to defeat Mo Jiazi.
"Mo Jiazi, do you think this young master has no way out after entering the desert?" Lun Trinling sneered. He raised his arm, and a falcon soared into the sky. This falcon was a gift from the Khagan of the Western Turks. Not only could it send messages, it could also find oases in the desert. This was why Lun Trinling dared to enter the Eight Hundred Mile Sea.
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"Lun Trinling is really hateful!"
Outside a small oasis, Zhang Mu looked at the messy oasis and could not help but be furious. This oasis was not big, but thousands of warhorses of the remnants of the Tibetan army had gnawed up the grassland. After the water source in the center of the oasis was taken away by the remnants of the Tibetan army, it stood to reason that they could dig deeper to get water. However, Lun Trinling was extremely insidious. He not only excreted a large amount of filth from the soldiers and horses in the oasis, but also slaughtered a lot of warhorses and spread them all over the oasis. By the time the soldiers of the Firearm Unit arrived at the oasis, the entire oasis was already stinking in the hot weather.
"Young Master, why don't we dig deeper in a farther place? We should be able to find water," Zhang Mu suggested. As a member of the Mo family, he naturally knew how to dig wells. This oasis was originally an oasis, so there must be a water source underground.....
Meton shook his head and said, "We don't have suitable tools to dig wells, so we don't have time to dig out water. Besides, I'm afraid Lun Trinling won't give us time to get water."
As soon as Meton finished speaking, a soldier reported, "Your Excellency, we found the remnants of the Tubo army 30 miles to the east."
Lun Trinling had the help of a falcon, and Meton also had a telescope. The two sides kept fighting. As Meton had expected, the remnants of the Tubo army immediately chased after them after getting supplies and occupied the east. Obviously, they wanted to drive the Weapons Supervisor to the hinterland of the desert.
"Just as you expected, Young Master," Zhang Mu said with a frown. Now that the remnants of the Tubo army had taken the lead in obtaining water, and the Weapons Supervisor's water source had almost run out, they immediately switched sides with the remnants of the Tubo army.
"Let's avoid them for the time being and head to the Tulun River!" Meton ordered.
The eyes of the soldiers of the Weapons Supervisor lit up. As everyone knew, the Tulun River was the place where the Chancellor chased after the Tuyuhun King Fu Yun. It was a large oasis. As long as they reached the Tulun River, they would no longer be short of water.
The movements of the Weapons Supervisor soon reached Lun Trinling's ears. He couldn't help but sneer and say, "You want to escape to the Tulun River? No way. Chase after them. We must drive the Weapons Supervisor to the hinterland of the desert."
After getting water, the remnants of the Tubo army were in high spirits and went all out to chase after the Weapons Supervisor. They even ignored the casualties and chased after the Weapons Supervisor, determined to drive the Weapons Supervisor to the hinterland of the desert.
Gradually, the two armies had gone deep into the desert. However, Lun Trinling was horrified to find that the Weapons Supervisor didn't seem to be affected much. Their combat effectiveness had not decreased at all.
"How can the Weapons Supervisor still have water?" Lun Trinling frowned. Based on his calculations, the Weapons Supervisor should have run out of water by now, but the Weapons Supervisor was still holding on.
"Unless Mo Jiazi has found a water source," Zhamu said gravely.
Lun Trinling flatly retorted, "Impossible. We've been fighting with the Weapons Supervisor this entire time. The Weapons Supervisor has no chance of finding the oasis."
"Then the Weapons Supervisor is holding on," Zhamu said decisively.
Lun Trinling nodded. In his view, the Weapons Supervisor was at the end of the road. As long as they persisted, Mo Jiazi would definitely be buried in the desert. If he couldn't see Mo Jiazi's head, he wouldn't be able to eat or sleep in peace.
However, as night fell, the scorching heat faded away, and the desert became cool, which was rare. The Weapons Supervisor quietly chose a camp, but they didn't panic about the lack of water. Instead, they drew their long swords one by one. For a moment, the entire camp of the Weapons Supervisor flashed with sword light and saber light. If there were outsiders here, they would be very puzzled. The Tubo soldiers didn't chase after them. Why did they all pick up their weapons?
The soldiers of the Weapons Supervisor skillfully hung up the sabers and swords in their hands. Not only the sabers and swords, but also the armors and other ironware were all exposed in the air.
As night fell, the weather in the desert was very special. It was extremely hot during the day, but extremely cool at night. Soon, small dewdrops condensed on the sabers, swords, and armors.
Zhang Mu skillfully picked up a piece of white cloth to absorb the dewdrops on the ironware. One or two sabers and swords might only be able to wet the white cloth, but the dewdrops on hundreds of ironware were enough to soak the white cloth.
Seeing that the white cloth was wet, Zhang Mu twisted the white cloth in his hand over a wooden bucket. With a splash, a stream of clear water flowed into the wooden bucket. A soldier of the Weapons Supervisor next to him poured the collected dewdrops into a kettle as if they were treasures. Zhang Mu continued to collect dewdrops with the white cloth. This work would continue for the whole night. Once the sun rose, the dewdrops would quickly disappear.
The sounds of water splashing were like the sounds of nature. They couldn't help but look at Moton, who was seated in the center of the room, with admiration in their eyes.
Yes, this method of collecting water was Meton's trump card. It was also the reason why he dared to enter the 800-mile Immensity Sea. Meton didn't use this method when the whole army was in danger. Instead, as soon as he entered the desert, he used the method of collecting dewdrops at night and kept collecting dewdrops. Because of the dewdrops he collected every night, even if the Weapons Supervisor didn't have the water supply from the oasis, they still survived.
"Your Excellency, your method of collecting water is really amazing. I admire you." A soldier of the Weapons Supervisor was convinced. The desert itself was synonymous with drought, but Meton could actually collect water out of thin air in the extremely dry desert. This method could be said to be amazing.
The other soldiers also nodded. At that time, they followed Meton into the desert out of trust in Meton. It turned out that they were right to trust Mo Jiazi.
Meton waved his hand and said, "It's just a dewcollecting skill. It's not as amazing as you said."
"Dewdrops?" All the soldiers sighed in their hearts. Everyone knew that dewdrops came from grass and leaves. There was no grass in the desert. But Mo Jiazi suddenly came up with the idea of using swords to replace grass and trees. Moreover, the effect was better. The dewdrops collected by a sword and a saber for a night were enough for a soldier to use for a day. This was a life-saving medicine in the desert!
"When water vapor meets cold condensing beads, it's just an application of the secret wine-making skill of the Mo family," Meton explained.
Zhang Mu couldn't help but sigh. The secret wine-making skill was no longer a secret in the Tang dynasty. But who would have thought that this skill could save lives in the desert? The only person in the world who could use the ink technique to the acme of perfection was probably Young Master.
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