high official

Chapter 1177
The original low morale and scattered military spirit made Wang Xian's news turn around in an instant!
The soldiers were beating their blood, beating their chests and stamping their feet, yelling, eager to set off immediately, rush to Naluoshizi Typhoon Shelter, and kill Alutai and his group so that they would not waste their own food.

The Ming army already regarded the grain of Arutai as their own.

It can be seen that the pressure of survival is the primary driving force compared to the desire to make contributions, get promoted and make a fortune!
Wang Xian, Liu Sheng, and Mo Wen looked at each other with a smile, and sighed again: "But, the sandstorm is coming, and if you enter the desert at this time, you may be close to death!"

"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 away! 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 fail to find Alutai 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 like a coward, it's better to die vigorously and fight for that chance of survival!" The soldiers are so passionate, how can they control so much? !

"Well said!" Wang Xianji exclaimed, "This is my iron-blooded man of Ming Dynasty!" The smile on his face was swept away as he spoke, replaced by a serious face. "This commander will lead you into the desert, annihilate Alutai, and fight your way out!" Wang Xian's voice became more and more high-pitched, and every word was filled with infinite determination, gushing out from his mouth, straight into the mouth. No soldier has a heart!
"Even if we die, we must die on the way to kill the enemy, we must not die on the way to escape!"

"The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and I will never return it until I break Loulan!" The soldiers of the full battalion roared in unison.

"Let's go!" Wang Xian drew his sword and pointed to the north, the boundless desert full of yellow sand!

The soldiers responded with a bang, and under the leadership of the officers, they mounted their horses one after another and filed out from the gate of the camp.

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, the soldiers sang the military song of the early Ming Dynasty together:
"The wind follows the dragon, the cloud follows the tiger, fame and wealth follow the dust and the earth.

Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, and the fertile land for thousands of miles is barren.

Look at the world, the barbarians are exhausted, and the way of heaven is incomplete.

Good man, don't leave your parents, just for the sake of the common people and not for the Lord.

Holding the steel knife 99, he killed Hu'er before giving up.

I am a majestic man, why are the Tartars making horses and cows?

A strong man drank all the wine in his bowl and traveled a thousand miles without turning back.

The golden drum is beeping in unison, and the crowds are roaring, and they will never break the yellow dragon! "

Although this military song was born in the late 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 sacrifice their lives and continue the chapters of the heroes of their predecessors with blood and lives. The captives messed up my Huaxia again!
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Tens of thousands of soldiers of the Ming army traveled northward for more than ten miles and entered the desert. Not long after entering the desert, an overwhelming sandstorm raged. Can't open eyes and see things.

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 widen your eyes, you can see at most one or two feet away. ...

The soldiers of the Ming army were basically marching 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 horse in front and tied it to the rein of the horse behind. You need to follow the pace of the people in front of you, and you don't have to worry about falling behind because you can't see your surroundings clearly.

In this way, the responsibility of those who lead the way at the forefront is extremely heavy.If you accidentally lead the wrong way, the whole army will follow the wrong way.And in this desert, an army without food, going the wrong way means the whole army is wiped out...

I believe that before the entire army is wiped out, the soldiers will definitely kill the guide who led the way first...

So as a guide, someone who is kind and strict is a lot of pressure...

Although there was Jin Yiwei who was good at working on the map to assist them, even though the direction had already been determined, the two were still full of apprehension, staring at the compass in their respective hands, fearing that they would go a little bit off.

Originally, although there were no fixed scenery in the desert as a reference, there were sun, moon and stars at any rate. With the superb navigation technology of the Ming Dynasty, it was no problem to use celestial bodies to determine the orientation.But now it is a sandstorm day, the sky is dark, the stars and the moon are hidden, there is nothing to refer to at all!
The only thing I can rely on is the compass in my hand. Follow the direction indicated above and walk fifteen quarters north-northeast. If you don’t deviate, you will reach the damn typhoon shelter sooner or later.

"But what if it goes astray..." Xinci asked anxiously.

"Beware of your crow's mouth!" Xin Yan glared at Xin Ci fiercely, shook the compass in his hand and said, "Don't we have this thing?"

"Is this thing reliable?" Compassionately narrowed her eyes and looked at the compass in her hand. It was a round copper box covered with transparent crystal, and inside was a slender magnet, trembling. It is said that it is true north, and then according to the angle between the scale on the top and the magnet, you can determine the direction you are heading at this time.

"Of course..." Xin Yan glanced at the trembling magnet, and felt that it was unreliable, and his voice could not help but whisper: "It's reliable..."

"Even if it's reliable, it's not easy to walk dozens of miles without going astray. This is two hundred miles!" Xin Ci said with a bitter face, "This damn weather, all the marks we left are in vain..." In order to It was easy to find. When they returned, they planted many small flags on the road as markers, but the sandstorm was raging, where could they find it?It is estimated that it has been blown away long ago!
"Hmm..." Xinyan was getting more and more worried by Xinci's words, and in desperation, she began to mutter something. After listening carefully, it turned out that she was begging for the blessing of the Buddha.

Xinci was still chattering: "It's two hundred miles, why do you think the younger brother gave you a [-]% discount?"

Xin Yan was so annoyed that he couldn't help it, he sighed and said, "Haven't you heard the allusion of looking at plum blossoms and quenching thirst?"

"What does Wang Mei quench thirst have to do with his discount?" Xinci asked puzzled.

Xinyan gave Xinci a look: "Don't tell people that you are the master's apprentice." Then she ignored him again.

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Wang Xian and Mo Wen followed not far behind Xincixinyan, and they had a difficult conversation against the strong wind.

"My lord, this time is quite risky." Although Mo Wen was the initiator of going deep into the desert, he still had reservations about Wang Xiangan's insistence on going his own way in such a sandstorm.

"It's the courageous ones who are supported to death, and the timid ones who are starved to death." Wang Xian said indifferently.After making a decision, he felt relaxed. Although he was in the windy and sandy sky, he seemed to have returned to the time when he was a carefree little official in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

At that time, he was just a careless rascal.

The world has changed with time, and more than ten years have passed by. He is already the Duke of Ming Dynasty, the leader of the army, one man under one man and one man above tens of thousands. Everyone thinks that he has changed. Only Wang Xian knows that he has not changed at all. , it's just a disguise.

Under that layer of solemn, shining golden coat, in fact, he is still that rascal who doesn't care...

Wang Xian's logic is very simple. Since he is going to die anyway, of course he will die a little bit, and it has nothing to do with whether there is a sandstorm or not.

"How far do you think you can travel in a day with this kind of march?" Wang Xian asked loudly.

"It depends on the direction of the wind. If the wind blows from the west, we can march along the wind at full speed and reach two hundred miles in one day." Mo Wen frowned and said, "But if the wind changes to the northwest wind, we will work hard for seventy or eighty miles in one day." I can’t even get there!” He sighed and said, “The wind blows from the west to the northwest, so we can’t say for certain.”

"Then take an average number," Wang Xian said, "It will take a day and a half at most."

"There is no such calculation..." Mo Wen said helplessly: "The horses are exhausted in such weather, whether they can walk or not is still a problem?"

"We can definitely go there!" Wang Xian said in a deep voice, "Even if Ma is exhausted to death, I don't care so much!"

"How do you fight without horses?" Mo Wen frowned.

"With this kind of weather, as long as we reach the oasis, we will be victorious!" Wang Xian said firmly.

Seeing that Wang Xian had already considered the cause and effect clearly, Mo Wen didn't ask any further questions, obviously agreeing with his statement.In such a ghostly weather, no one would have thought that the enemy would come to the door. I am afraid that he would be negligent and let the soldiers go to the tent to avoid the wind and sand.

If at this time, the enemy army comes to kill, there will be no suspense about the outcome...

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The army staggered forward in the sandstorm. The horses were pushed by the wind for a while and had to run, and then they were blocked by the wind for a while. No matter how they were urged, they could not move forward. More or less superimposed, it can resist the power of the world and keep the team moving forward.

The soldiers had to admire the chain of horses that Wang Xian created. If the horses hadn't been tied together, the team would have been blown apart many times, let alone keep moving forward.

In this way, 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 strength of the spirit is really terrifying. No one thought that they would keep marching for so long in this big sandstorm!

However, spiritual power is not omnipotent. Once they realize that they have walked for so long, their bodies that have been devastated to the point of numbness by the storm finally begin to feel the exhaustion accumulated for a long time...

When the sandstorm was severe, it was difficult for everyone to even breathe, so naturally they didn't bother to speak and complain.At this time, the sandstorm became smaller intermittently, and some soldiers began to complain: "My lord, I can't move anymore!"

"Yeah, Baihu, I'm tired and hungry, I can't move my whole body..."

Emotions are contagious, and more soldiers began to complain, wanting to stop and rest.

(End of this chapter)