Chapter 1128

"Kill!"

The firearm supervisor and the Tubo disabled army are constantly pestering and harassing in the desert. It is obvious that the firearm supervisor occupies the advantage of weapons and constantly consumes the Tubo disabled army. For a while, the Tubo disabled army is damaged at an amazing speed.

"Hateful Mojia Zi!" seeing the Mojia Zi who is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, I can't stop my anger about Qinling, but I can't help it.

He is not a reckless man, but he has another intention to plunge into the vast sea. If mojiazi doesn't chase him, he can enter the Tubo plateau from Khotan. This is his other way out. He is the son of Tubo prime minister. His future is bright. If he can survive, he naturally doesn't want to be dried up in the desert,

If mojiazi catches up, he will lead mojiazi into the hinterland of the desert and drag mojiazi to death with 800 miles of the vast sea.

"Stand up where you fall."

Although Lun Qinling didn't know this sentence, it didn't prevent him from doing so. In the ambush, he was defeated by mojiazi in the sand. Now he wants to use the vast sand to defeat mojiazi.

"Mojiazi, do you think I have no way back when I enter the desert?" said Lun Qinling with a sneer. With one arm, a falcon suddenly rose to the sky. This falcon is a gift from the Khan of Western Turks. It can not only send messages, but also find oases in the desert. This is also the basis for the Qin mausoleum to dare to enter the 800 mile vast sea.

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"The Qin mausoleum is really hateful!"

Outside a small oasis, Zhang Mu couldn't help looking at the messy oasis. The oasis was small, but thousands of war horses of the Tubo remnant army ate up the grassland. After the water source in the center of the oasis was taken away by the Tubo remnant army, it is reasonable to dig down to obtain water source. However, the Qinling mausoleum is extremely insidious. It not only excretes a lot of human and horse pollution on the oasis, Many war horses were slaughtered throughout the oasis. When the officers and soldiers of the firearm supervisor chased the oasis, the whole oasis was stinking in the hot weather.

"Young master, why don't we choose a far place to dig deeply, and we should be able to dig out water." Zhang Mu suggested. He is a man of Mohism. Naturally, he knows the well drilling technology of Mohism. This place is originally an oasis. There must be water under the ground.

Merton shook his head and said, "we don't have proper drilling tools. We don't have time to dig out water. Besides, I'm afraid the imperial mausoleum won't give us time to get water."

As soon as Merton's voice fell, he heard a report from the soldiers: "I'll report to the wine worship Lord. Thirty miles away in the East, I found the remnant army of Tubo."

On the Qin mausoleum, hawks and falcons helped, while Merton also had binoculars. The two sides kept pestering. As Merton expected, the Tubo remnant army immediately chased after receiving supplies and occupied the East. It was obvious that they wanted to drive the firearm prison to the hinterland of the desert.

"Sure enough, what the young master expected." Zhang Mu frowned. Now the Tubo remnant army took the lead in obtaining water, and the water source of the firearm prison has been almost consumed. Suddenly, they exchanged the offensive and defensive momentum with the Tubo remnant army.

"Stay away from the edge and go to Tulun river!" Merton ordered.

All the officers and men in charge of firearms couldn't help but brighten their eyes. It is well known that Tulun river is the place where the wine worshippers pursue King Tuyuhun. It is a large oasis. As long as they arrive at Tulun River, they will no longer lack water.

The trend of the firearm supervisor soon spread to the ears of Lun Qinling. Lun Qinling sneered: "if you want to escape to Tulun River, there is no way. The whole army must chase the firearm supervisor to the hinterland of the desert."

The Tubo remnant army got the water source, was in high spirits, and pursued it with all its strength. Even the pursuit firearms prison regardless of casualties should drive the firearms prison to the hinterland of the desert.

Gradually, the two armies had gone deep into the hinterland of the desert. However, on the Qin mausoleum, they were frightened to find that the firearms prison did not seem to be greatly affected, and the combat effectiveness remained unchanged.

"How can there still be water in the firearm prison?" on Qin Ling's frown, according to his estimation, even if the firearm prison stabbed a horse to drink blood, the water source should be cut off now, but now the firearm prison still insists.

"Unless the MOH family finds the water source," Zamu Ning said again.

On Qin Ling flatly retorted, "it's impossible. We've been entangled with the firearm supervisor. It's impossible for the firearm supervisor to have a chance to find the oasis."

"That's the firearms prison," Zamu said flatly.

Lun Qinling nodded. He saw that the fire weapon prison was at a dead end. As long as they insisted, mojiazi would be buried in the desert. If he couldn't see mojiazi's head, he would have trouble sleeping and eating.

However, when night fell and the heat went away, the desert became cool. The firearm supervisor quietly selected the camp, but there was no fear of water shortage. However, one by one, he took out the long swords. For a moment, the sword light of the whole firearm supervisor camp flickered. If an outsider was here, he would be very confused. The Tubo soldiers didn't come after him. How could they all pick up weapons.

I saw that the firearm officers and soldiers skillfully hung up the swords in their hands. Not only swords, but also armor, as long as they were iron, were all exposed in the air.

As night fell, the weather in the desert was very special. It was very hot during the day, but it was very cool at night. Soon, small dewdrops condensed on the swords and armor.

Zhang Mu skillfully picked up a piece of baidiezi to absorb the dew on the iron ware. One or two swords may only wet baidiezi, but the dew on hundreds of iron ware can make baidiezi wet.

Zhang Mu saw that Bai diezi was wet. He twisted the Bai diezi in his hand over a barrel. He saw a clatter, and a stream of water flowed into the barrel. A firearm supervisor beside him regarded it as a treasure and poured the collected dew into the kettle, while Zhang Mu continued to collect dew with Bai diezi. This work will last all night. Once the sun rises, The dew will soon disappear.

The firearm officers and men heard the sound of water, which was like the sound of nature. They couldn't help looking at Merton in the middle with admiration.

Yes, this method of fetching water is Merton's card and his confidence in daring to enter the 800 mile vast sea. Merton did not use this method when the whole army was in crisis. Instead, as soon as he entered the desert, he collected dew at night and kept collecting dew. It was the harvest of dew every night. Even if there was no water supply from the oasis, he still survived.

"The method of offering wine to the Lord to get water is really amazing, and his subordinates admire it." a firearm supervisor said sincerely that the desert itself is synonymous with drought, and Merton was able to get water out of thin air in the extremely arid desert. This method can be described as amazing.

Other soldiers also nodded. At the beginning, they followed Merton into the desert out of their trust in Merton. The facts proved that they had no wrong faith in the Merton family.

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

"Dew?" all the soldiers sighed. Everyone knew that it was dew, but it was on grass leaves. There was no grass in the desert. The Mo family had a whim. They used swords instead of vegetation, and the effect was better. The dew collected by a sword overnight was enough for a soldier to need for a day, which was a life-saving medicine in the desert!

"Water vapor meets condensation beads, which is just the application of the secret brewing technique of Mohism," Merton explained.

Zhang Mu couldn't help sighing that the secret brewing technique was no longer a secret in the Tang Dynasty, but who could have thought that this technique could fetch water and save lives in the desert. I'm afraid it was the young master who could use the ink technique in the world.