"Kill!"

The firearms supervisor and the remnants of the Tibetan army were constantly entangled and harassed in the desert, and it was obvious that the firearms supervisor had the advantage of weapons, constantly consuming the remnants of the Tibetan army, and for a while, the remnants of the Tibetan army were lost at an alarming speed.

"Damn Mo Jiazi!" Seeing the Mo family, who was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, he was furious about Qinling, but there was nothing he could do.

He is not a reckless man, he plunged into the eight hundred miles of Hanhai with ulterior motives, if the Mo family does not chase after him, then he can take advantage of Khotan, from the direction of Khotan into the Tubo Plateau, this is his other way out, he is the son of the Tubo Prime Minister, the future is bright, if he can live, he is naturally unwilling to dry in the desert,

If Mo Jiazi chases after him, he will lead Mo Jiazi into the hinterland of the desert and drag Mo Jiazi to death with 800 miles of Hanhai.

"Rise from where you fall."

Although Qin Ling didn't know this sentence, it didn't prevent him from doing so, in the ambush battle, he was defeated by Mo Jiazi in the sand, and now he wants to use this vast and boundless sand to defeat Mo Jiazi.

"Mo Jiazi, do you think that when my son enters the desert, there will be no way out?" On Qinling sneered, with one arm, an eagle falcon suddenly rose into the sky, this eagle falcon was a gift from the Western Turk Khan, not only to transmit messages, but also to find an oasis in the desert. This is also the confidence of Qinling to dare to enter the Eight Hundred Miles of Hanhai.

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"On Qinling is really hateful!"

Outside a small oasis, Zhang Mu looked at the oasis full of messes, and couldn't help but be angry, this oasis is not big, but thousands of Tubo remnant war horses will eat up the grassland, and the water source in the center of the oasis is taken away by the Tubo remnants, it stands to reason that digging down can also get water, but on the Qinling is extremely insidious, not only excreting a large number of people and horses on the oasis, but also slaughtering a lot of war horses all over the oasis, when the firearms prison soldiers chased to the oasis, in the scorching weather, the entire oasis is already stinking.

"Young master, why don't I wait to dig a little farther away, I should be able to dig out the water source." Zhang Mu suggested. He is a member of the Mo family, so he naturally knows the well drilling technology of the Mo family, this place was originally an oasis, and there will definitely be water sources underground.

Merton shook his head and said, "We don't have the right tools to dig wells, so we don't have time to dig out water, and besides, I'm afraid that the Qinling Tomb won't give us time to get water." ”

As soon as Merton's voice fell, he heard the report of the soldiers: "Lord Qiqi sacrificed wine, thirty miles to the east, I found the remnants of the Tibetan army. ”

As Murton expected, the remnants of the Tibetan army immediately chased after receiving supplies, and they occupied the east, apparently wanting to drive the firearms prison to the hinterland of the desert.

"Sure enough, as the young master expected." Zhang Mu frowned and said, now the remnants of the Tubo army are the first to obtain the water source, and the water source of the firearms prison has been almost consumed, and suddenly they and the offensive and defensive forces of the remnants of the Tubo army have been exchanged.

"Temporarily avoid the edge and go to the direction of Tulun River!" Merton ordered.

A group of firearms supervisors couldn't help but light up their eyes, as we all know, the Tulun River is the place where the wine priest pursues the Tuyuhun King Fuyun, it is a large oasis, as long as you reach the Tulun River, there is no longer a shortage of water sources.

The movement of the firearms supervisor soon reached the ears of the firearms supervisor, and the firearms supervisor couldn't help but sneer: "If you want to escape to the Tulun River, there is no way, the whole army is pursuing, and you must drive the firearms supervisor to the hinterland of the desert." ”

The remnants of the Tibetan army got the water source, and they were full of spirit and pursued with all their might, and even the pursuing firearms supervisors, regardless of casualties, had to drive the firearms supervisors to the hinterland of the desert.

Gradually, the two armies have penetrated deep into the heart of the desert, but Tan Qinling was horrified to find that the firearms supervisor did not seem to have been greatly affected, and his combat effectiveness has not been reduced.

"How can there be water in the firearms superintendent?" On Qinling's brows furrowed, according to his estimate, even if the firearms supervisor stabbed the horse and drank blood, the water source should be cut off now, but now the firearms supervisor still insisted.

"Unless it's the Mo family who finds a water source." Zamu said solemnly.

On Qinling flatly retorted: "Impossible, we have been entangled with the firearms superintendent, and the firearms superintendent will never have a chance to find the oasis." ”

"That's the firearms superintendent to hold on." Zamu said flatly.

On Qinling nodded, in his opinion, the firearms supervisor was at the end of his rope, as long as they persevered, the Mo family would definitely be buried in this desert, if he couldn't see the head of the Mo family, he would not be able to sleep well.

However, when the night fell, the heat was exhausted, and it was rare to cool up in the desert, and the firearms supervisor quietly selected the camp, but there was no lack of water and panic, but one by one he drew out his long sword, and for a while, the sword light and sword light flashed in the entire firearms supervision camp.

I saw that one by one the firearms supervisors skillfully hung the swords in their hands, not only swords, but also armor and other armor as long as they were iron tools and the like, all of which were exposed to the air.

As night fell, the desert weather was very special, the days were extremely hot, and the nights were extremely cool, and soon small drops of dew condensed on the swords and armor.

Zhang Mu skillfully picked up a piece of white stacks to absorb the dew on the iron, one or two swords may only be able to wet the white stacks, but the dewdrops on hundreds of pieces of iron can be enough to make the white stacks soak.

Zhang Mu saw that the white stacks were already wet, and twisted the white stacks in his hand the top of a wooden barrel, only to see a bang, a stream of clear water flowed into the barrel, and a firearms supervisor on the side poured the collected dew into the kettle as a treasure, while Zhang Mu continued to use the white stacks to collect the dew, such work will last all night, once the sun rises, the dew will disappear quickly.

When the firearms supervisors heard the sound of rushing water, it was like a heavenly sound, and they couldn't help but look at Merton in the middle with admiration.

Yes, this method of taking water is Merton's hole card, and it is also the confidence that he dares to enter the 800-mile Han Sea, Merton did not use this method when the whole army was in crisis, but as soon as he entered the desert, he took the method of collecting dew at night, and kept collecting dew, and it was the harvest of dew every night, even if the firearms supervisor did not have the supply of water for the oasis, but he still survived.

"The method of taking water from the Lord of the Sacrificial Wine is really miraculous, and his subordinates admire it." A firearms warden was convinced that the desert itself was synonymous with drought, and that Merton's ability to draw water out of thin air in the extremely arid desert was miraculous.

The other soldiers also nodded, they followed Merton into the desert out of trust in Merton, and it turned out that they did not mistakenly believe in the Mo family.

Merton waved his hand and said, "It's just a technique of collecting dew, not as mysterious as you say." ”

"Dew?" All the soldiers sighed in their hearts, everyone knows that this is dew is on the blades of grass, where there will be grass in a barren desert, Mo Jiazi actually had a whim, using a sword instead of grass and trees, and the effect is better, a sword overnight The dew collected is enough for a soldier to need water for a day, which is a life-saving medicine in the desert!

"Water vapor meets condensation beads, this is just the application of the Mo family's secret brewing technique." Merton explained.

Zhang Mu couldn't help but sigh, the secret technique of brewing wine is no longer a secret in Datang, but who would have thought that this skill could take water in the desert to save lives, and the world can use ink skills to the realm of supernatural I'm afraid it is none other than the young master.