"Tulunchuan!"
Soon, Princess Guang Hua sent accurate news from one of Fu Yun's concubines. Fu Yun had taken the lead and led three thousand cavalry to escape to Tulunchuan.
Meton looked gravely at the crude map in front of him. There was only a bare spot on the map, an oasis in the middle of the Tarim Desert. Meton believed that this map was 100% inaccurate.
"Princess Guang Hua wouldn't lie to us and deliberately send us to our deaths in this vast desert, right?" Cheng Yaojin looked at the location of Tulunchuan and couldn't help but cower.
Eight hundred li of the vast desert was desolate and uninhabited. There were no supplies or water sources, only yellow sand. Once one entered the desert and got lost, it was likely that one would be consigned to eternal damnation.
Meton shook his head and said, "The news shouldn't be false. At this moment, the one who wants us to find Fu Yun is probably none other than Princess Guang Hua."
If Fu Yun was allowed to escape, perhaps Murong Shun's position as Khagan would never be stable. Only if Fu Yun died or was captured to Chang 'an would Murong Shun have the opportunity to become the true Khagan of Tuyuhun.
Cheng Yaojin nodded. He was hesitant in his heart. A great contribution was right in front of him. However, the risk was similarly great. This place was not the edge of the desert in the Chaidamu Basin. It was deep in the Tarim Desert.
To pursue or not to pursue?
Cheng Yaojin fell into a dilemma. At this point in the war, Fu Yun's three thousand cavalry could no longer affect the overall situation. Even if they returned to the capital, it would still be a great contribution to the army.
However, to be able to capture Fu Yun and return was a great honor. The benefits of pursuing were great, but in the face of the vast desert, even someone as thick-skinned as Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but be intimidated.
Once they stepped into the vast desert, it was unknown whether they would be able to return. At that time, even if they had great military achievements, they would only be able to benefit the unfilial son, Cheng Chumo.
"Kid Mo, what do you think we should do?" Cheng Yaojin nudged Meton beside him and asked.
Meton rolled his eyes and said indifferently, "You are the general of the vanguard, you have the final say. Even if you order us to cross the vast desert, this kid will risk his life to accompany you."
Cheng Yaojin's words's tone was angry. "That is the vast desert. eight hundred li. Even the locals are afraid of it. We are unfamiliar with the place. Once we deviate in the direction, we won't be able to catch............... if we deviate, of course......
At this time, there was no accurate navigation. If there was a deviation in the direction, finding an oasis in the vast desert would be like finding a needle in a haystack. If the army did not arrive at the destination accurately, they would be lost in the vast desert. No one would know even if the entire army was wiped out.
...... of.......................
"Really?" Cheng Yaojin looked at Meton suspiciously and said, "Kid, don't try to fool this Old Man by looking at the sun or the Big Dipper. I know more about these things than you do. Once the wind blows, it will blow for days. It will cover the sky and cover the sun. People can't see more than five steps. Once we get lost and run out of water, we will die."
Modun said in a clear voice, "That's just a child's play. How could I show off my slight skill in front of an expert like Uncle Cheng? My method can determine the direction clearly and accurately even in the dark of the sandstorm."
Meton took out a palm-sized round box and handed it to Cheng Yaojin.
"What is this?"
Cheng Yaojin opened it and saw a long pointer in the middle of the round box. The pointer pointed to the east, west, and west. Above the pointer, there was a glass cover unique to the House of Mo. It looked very delicate.
Meton said proudly, "This is a compass! As long as we hold this sharp weapon, we can come and go freely in the vast sea, let alone the desert. "
What Moton took out was the famous compass from the later generations. The compass was very famous, but it was quite simple to make. The most difficult part was probably the making of the magnetic needle. The Mo Family Village had gathered all the skilled craftsmen, but they could only make one.
"A compass?"
Cheng Yaojin held the compass in his hand and carefully played with it a few times. He suddenly discovered the beauty of the compass. No matter where he went, no matter how he shook the round box, the arrow under the glass always pointed to the south.
Cheng Yaojin's heart skipped a beat. The reason why they lost their sense of direction in the desert was because there was only yellow sand everywhere. There was no point of reference at all. However, with the compass, the south was already determined. Wouldn't the north be clear at a glance?
"This thing is wonderful!" Cheng Yaojin praised. Once they had this thing, the Tang Army would immediately have the capital to move freely in the desert.
Meton smiled and said, "Uncle Cheng, you don't have to worry about going in the wrong direction this time, right?"
Cheng Yaojin laughed loudly and said, "Haha, Fu Yun, this time, let's see where you can escape to."
With Cheng Yaojin's order, the three thousand cavalry of the Left Army quickly gathered and were ready to set off.
"Uncle Cheng, you are going to chase Fu Yun like this." Meton rode Shadowless and led the soldiers of the Firearms Supervisor to come over.
Cheng Yaojin was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong? These are the elite soldiers of the Old Man. They are more than enough to chase Fu Yun, that stray dog. "
Meton shook his head and said, "The soldiers of the Tang Army are naturally brave and invincible. But in the desert, no matter how brave they are, they will die of thirst. Uncle Cheng, why don't you be like me and ride three horses each and bring enough water and food?"
"Three horses each!" Cheng Yaojin looked at the configuration of the Firearms Supervisor and couldn't help but be stunned. Each soldier of the Firearms Supervisor was riding three horses each.
Three horses each was the most extravagant arrangement for cavalry. If a cavalry had three horses each, they would be able to move freely at any time. No cavalry could catch up with them.
However, at this moment, Meton was not riding three horses for a long-distance raid, but to carry enough water and food. All the horses were carrying water bags on their backs.
Cheng Yaojin immediately looked at Meton sarcastically and said, "Little Mo, I admit that you have some wicked ideas. But when it comes to marching and fighting, the Old Man is the military expert. For the sake of your compass, the Old Man will give you some pointers. In the desert, there is no water supply. One man with three horses can carry more water, but the water and food consumption of a horse is several times that of a man. The consumption alone is enough to wear you down. Let alone chasing Fu Yun, it is hard to say whether you can reach Tulunchuan."
When Modun heard this, he smiled and said, "Uncle Cheng is right. You are indeed experienced. However, I did not say that I would bring all the horses back. The cavalry only needs one warhorse."
Cheng Yaojin's eyes suddenly flashed. He couldn't believe his eyes as he looked at the three mounted soldiers of the Firearms Supervisor.
According to Meton's plan, the Firearms Supervisor would directly kill the horses to reduce the consumption of water. It was even possible that only one of the three horses would be able to return.
There were only a few people in the Firearms Division, so they would only lose a few dozen horses. However, he, Cheng Yaojin, was leading three thousand cavalrymen. If they followed Moton's suggestion and each man had three horses, that would be nine thousand horses. It was very likely that six thousand horses would be buried in the vast desert.
There was no need to mention the value of a horse. A single horse was even more valuable. Even in the Qinghai region, where horses were not worth much, six thousand horses would be worth at least a hundred thousand strings of cash.
According to Meton's plan, six thousand horses worth a hundred thousand strings of cash would be abandoned in the vast desert.
"What a wastrel!"
After everyone heard this, they couldn't help but think of Meton's nickname that shook the Tang dynasty. This time, Mo Jiazi's loss was not a small amount. It was worth more than a hundred thousand strings of cash!
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