In the endless yellow sand, 3,000 Left Army Guards stepped on the yellow sand and moved forward step by step with difficulty. At this moment, the Tang Army encountered their first problem on the first day they entered the desert.
"Hot!"
The sun was scorching. It was now June, the hottest time of the year.
However, the heat in the desert was not the same as the heat in the flat land. The entire desert was like a steamer, emitting spirals of hot air. Looking at it, one would actually feel a kind of shaking feeling.
Moreover, there was not a single blade of grass growing in the desert. When the sun shone directly on the sand, it would soon become scalding hot. When the warhorses stepped on the sand, they would easily be scalded. Not to mention the Tang Army's fully armed armor, which would soon become scalding hot. The Tang Army had no choice but to take them off and put them on the saddle while they marched in civilian clothes.
Go! "
3,000 Left Army Guards rode on their warhorses. Facing the scorching sun, they stepped on the hot yellow sand and braved the wind and sand to march steadily in one direction.
"In this damn weather, if we were in Chang 'an City, we would definitely hide in the house and eat ice cream with ice cubes. How cool would that be?" Meton could not suppress the heat in his heart. Thinking about the delicious taste of ice cream, he drooled again and again.
"Not to mention ice cream, I would be satisfied with a pot of cold water." Cheng Yaojin picked up the kettle in his hand and took a big gulp. The weather was so hot that even the drinking water they carried was warm. Drinking it did not quench his thirst at all.
"Phew!"
Meton looked up at the scorching sun and wiped his sweat bitterly. He picked up the kettle and drank two mouthfuls to replenish his burning throat and avoid the crisis of dehydration.
He thought that he had done a lot of work and thought that everything was foolproof. However, the moment he stepped into the desert, he finally found that he had underestimated the desert and the bad weather in the desert. His preparation was still not enough.
"Nephew Mo, our army is going in the right direction, right?" Cheng Yaojin quenched his thirst a little. Looking at the yellow sand in front of him, he said worriedly.
Meton picked up the compass, looked at the direction of the needle, and nodded.
Cheng Yaojin breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were going in the right direction, they would eventually reach Tulunchuan.
"According to the marching speed of our army, it will take at least three days to reach Tulunchuan." Meton measured the position of the Tang Army and Tulunchuan on the map.
The desert was full of sand. The soil was very soft and not suitable for warhorses to run at all. The advantage of the Tang Army's cavalry did not take full advantage of the army's army. The army's marching Army was very slow.
. "Suddenly, a cry of the vanguard..
Modun and Cheng Yaojin hurriedly urged their horses forward, only to see a soldier and his horse sinking into the quicksand. The warhorse was sinking into the quicksand, dragging the rider down with it.
More than a dozen soldiers went to rescue him, but they were also trapped. Seeing that more soldiers wanted to rescue him, Meton quickly shouted, "Don't move. This is quicksand. No matter how many people there are, it won't be enough to fill it up. Don't struggle, just lie on the quicksand. The more you move, the faster you will sink."
The more than a dozen soldiers who were trapped in the sand did as they were told. Sure enough, the speed of their sinking was greatly reduced. However, they were still sinking little by little. Among them, the soldiers who fell into the quicksand first were almost up to their necks, leaving only their hands and head outside.
"Nephew Mo, quickly think of a way!" Cheng Yaojin said anxiously. These were the elite soldiers that he had trained. They had survived the battle with the Tuyuhun soldiers. If they died in the quicksand, it would not be worth it.
"Quick, throw the rope," Meton said hurriedly.
There was a ready-made rope in the army. Many soldiers directly untied their belts and tied them together. Cheng Yaojin took the rope and threw it to the soldier who was trapped in the sand.
He threw it five times in a row until only one of the soldier's hands was left outside. Then, he grabbed the belt. The soldiers immediately exerted their strength and pulled the soldier out.
In this way, all the Tang Army soldiers who were trapped in the quicksand were rescued.
"General, Mo Jiu, there is quicksand in front of us. Our army can't pass through it at all." The military commander came forward and reported with a worried face.
This old guy was very worried about Meton, the prodigal son, so he insisted on going with the army, trying to save these war horses as much as possible.
"It seems that we can only take a detour!"
Cheng Yaojin frowned. The desert in front of him was calm. The place where the war horses were swallowed had long disappeared without a trace. Who would have thought that there would be such a murderous place in the dark?
Meton nodded. He lowered his head and drew a large half circle on the map. He was responsible for calculating how many detours the Tang Army had taken and was responsible for returning the Tang Army to the correct route.
The army took a detour of 20 miles to avoid the quicksand area. When the Tang Army returned to the correct route, night had quietly fallen.
In a simple tent, Meton, Cheng Yaojin, and the military commander were looking at the simple map in their hands worriedly and discussing military affairs.
"General, the materials for 300 horses have been used up!" A lieutenant opened the tent and reported in a low voice.
Everyone's heart sank. The materials for 300 war horses had been used up. According to the previous agreement, these war horses would be killed to reduce the losses of the Tang Army.
The military commander's heart trembled. He could not help but plead, "General, you have to think twice! That's 300 war horses! "
Cheng Yaojin also felt distressed. He could not help but look at Meton.
"Mo Jiu." The military commander could not help but look at Meton eagerly.
Meton's heart softened and said, "It's only been a day since we entered the desert. If these war horses are replenished a little, maybe we can let these war horses go back the way they came."
"Good, this is a good plan." The military commander was overjoyed. In this way, at least 300 war horses could be saved for the Tang Army.
However, Cheng Yaojin shook his head firmly and said, "Merciful people can't command soldiers, let alone horses! In the desert, every step is difficult. How can we be merciful? The consumption of 300 war horses is not a small number. At this moment, chasing after Fu Yun is the most important thing. How can we lose the big for the small? "
Meton immediately nodded. Compared to these military commanders, he was still compassionate at the last moment.
"In the future, the military commander will be in charge of killing the horses." Cheng Yaojin unexpectedly gave an order. "Remember, the blood of the horses must be released for the soldiers to drink. Reduce the water consumption."
Now that the army was in the vast desert and the weather was so hot, if they could not conserve water as much as possible, the Tang Army would probably collapse. If it were any other time, Cheng Yaojin might agree to Meton's request. However, at this moment, he was interested in the blood of the 300 war horses.
The military commander paused and said with a painful face, "I obey!"
Just as the military commander turned to leave, Cheng Yaojin suddenly said, "Remember, write in the marching log that our army is traveling 800 miles in the vast sea. The soldiers lack water and the horses drink blood."
The military commander could not help but stagger and leave in anger.
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