Release that Witch

Extremely south of Shahai, the source of Yinchuan.

Brian sat in the tent and waited for the news of the front line. On the other side, it is the patriarch of the mad flame clan, Gulz, the fire, and the Aurora clan, Thuram.

Both of them have now become the spokespersons of the Mokins.

Together with the battalion commander who represents the chieftain, it can be said that the leader who can determine the fate of the sand people has gathered here.

The cold wind on the desert blew the tarpaulin, but the awning was unusually warm. The sand seemed to be on a huge brazier. No matter how cold the surface was, it was always possible to bury the foot in the salt sand. Feeling the presence of hot air, the effect is comparable to the fire and heating of the winter city.

The locals even invented the sand bed. This kind of thing will dig a shallow pit of one person's length and wide, replace the salt sand of white flower with the fine sand that has been sieved, and then bury itself to maximize the body temperature. . And those fine sands are soft to the touch, and even lying on the top is even more comfortable than the pad woven from the linen. If you have a tent on your head, you can have a good winter.

It is a pity that this geothermal heat has destroyed the vitality of this place. The salt in the sea water is constantly being deposited, turning the desert of about 100 kilometers into a white snow. Not to mention flowers and trees, even sand worms and drug lords are hard to see.

Without an oasis, there is no source of food. A large plain and a dead land are no different. If it is desolate, there is probably only a black water swamp on top of it.

For centuries, the Mokins have built several scattered wooden houses at the junction of saline-alkali land, which are used by salt-splitting people who come from afar, but now the situation has become different.

"You are very calm, young man," Gulze suddenly broke the silence. "The angry clan and the bone-bone clan are the top-ranking tribes in the iron sand city. The big chiefs can easily defeat them, not the small tribes. Can you do this with confidence when you can do this?"

Seeing that some people have opened their heads, Thuram has quickly added, "In this year, there have been no new tribes promoted to the six clan in Tiesha City. Obviously they hold all the resources that flow to the city. In the extreme south, as long as there is With enough food, the clan will soon be able to recover. Their current strength is only stronger than before you came here."

"Confidence? No..." Brian shook his head slowly. "I don't have such a thing for them."

"That... why don't you use the troops of the Grand Chief?" Thuram was a little surprised. "Only one hundred people need to be deployed. Together with the warriors of the flames and the proud sands, they will surely make this group of arrogant people afraid." Step over the small oasis."

"And then? Let the First Army cruise forever in the Yinchuan Oasis, acting as a caretaker for those small tribes?" Brian looked at him. "Do you think that is what you want to see?"

"Oh, this..." Thuram paused.

Shortly after the implementation of the large-scale migration plan, the development work on the polar south was started. In addition to the construction of Daqing Port in the endless Cape, another key point was the saline-alkali land at the source of Yinchuan. Due to the lack of rivers, it is only necessary to rely on a large amount of manpower and animal power to transport these industrial resources of white flowers out of the desert, and one car is towed to the nearest tributary of the Chishui River.

To this end, the two cities of Canglongling and Bishuigang have developed abundant conditions to attract enough sand people to join the army of sand-moving.

In just one year, there were many camps and contacts in the saline-alkali land junction.

A deep well was laid down, and fresh water was taken from the Yinchuan dark river flowing underground to be used for drinking. It was also used for filtration and purification of salt sand.

The simple factory building was also established. There was no spewing steam, no machine roaring. Everything relied on human hands to complete the whole process. It was like gold mining. People gathered the wealth scattered among the gravel and recrystallized into pieces. Then loaded and transported to the hinterland of the West, waiting for further processing, this dull and boring work became the new melody of saline-alkali.

Although there are still no oasis, sand worms and drug lords, there is a little bit of excitement here.

The reward for eating and drinking not only attracts migrants, but also attracts small tribes who have not yet made a decision. They often come to the junction in droves and exchange physical strength for wheat, dried meat and cloth. Some people happily returned to the oasis with food, while some stayed and became a part of the migrants.

This phenomenon has aroused the dissatisfaction of the Ties in the Tiesha City. The more tribes out of the oasis, the less resources they can get. The contradiction finally broke out two months ago. The angry waves and the bone-cutting clan dispatched cavalry, intercepted a small tribal horse from the oasis, and threw their heads on the way to the north. The intention was obviously In warning to other Mokinsha people who are ready to move.

The Da Clan did not dare to be the enemy of the King of the Grey Fort, and he pointed the knife to the small tribes that had not yet returned. They thought that this would not attract the thunder of the Grand Chief. After all, no North King would really care about the hundred. The life and death of the sand people, but did not expect this move to directly touch the nerves of the winter city.

Unreasonable reduction of the population is undoubtedly one of the most taboo things for Roland. For this, Brian has long known.

As early as the letter from Gould was delivered, the battalion commander was ready to respond.

"What if they fail?" Goulds. He burned his forehead. "If I remember correctly, those people have been trained in guns, but now it is only three months?"

"Then they will be killed, and the tribes they belong to will become slaves of Iron Sands." Brian closed his eyes. "I said before the expedition, they did not fight for me, but for themselves. I gave them the edge to fight against the iron ride. If they still can't protect their own people from the other's butcher's knife, then they are not worthy of being part of the Grey Fort Army. For me, it is just to train a group of people again. ""

"..." Gould showed his foresight for the first time, as if he had a new understanding of this young officer.

"And, you forgot a little, three months is just the training time of the musket." He continued. "In addition to the musket, they also have sabre, daggers, fists and teeth, and these weapons are from the moment when the sand people were born. Start training, isn't it?"

Brian selected the Shamin forces, whose members were from the small tribes. They are different from the big clan like the mad flame. Although they chose to stay in the gray castle, they still remember the tribes in the oasis. These people have neither a unified background nor an invisible maintenance between the two places. They are the best source of local army. And the old-fashioned rifle firearms that were eliminated have become their standard equipment.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside the tent.

"Stand up!" the guard guards shouted.

"I am the ambush group, I have something to report to the battalion commander!"

"Let him come in," Brian slammed openly.

The curtain was opened and I saw a man with blood on his face rushing in. After shaking it twice, he could no longer support his body and kneel down on the ground. Despite the panting, his eyes are bright as stars.

"Adult, we won!"