The effect of Zhao Ziliang's killing of Shi Chonglin was shown before.
In the face of such a powerful natural disaster, under normal circumstances, the soldiers would have been frightened and fled in all directions.
The faster they ran, the better, but now Zhao Ziliang's strict military law has penetrated into these In the hearts of the Shenwu Army soldiers, although everyone was panicked, they were even more afraid of not being able to If you execute the order, you will be beheaded mercilessly, so everyone follows the order and inserts the weapons they carry, such as knives or spears, into the sand as deep as possible, and uses the last few moments to take out the ropes.
Tie yourself together with the comrades around you, after all, the total amount will be increased and it will not be easily swept away by the storm.
Zhao Ziliang and the soldiers were preparing to resist the sandstorm while observing the sweeping sandstorm.
They saw a black cloud rising from the sky.
Anyone familiar with sandstorms knows that this is not actually a black cloud, but caused by the strong wind in the desert.
The fine sand on the ground is rolled up to form a black dust storm.
The dust storm soon formed a black sand wall in the sky and moved rapidly.
From a distance, the sand wall was as tall as a mountain, much like a city wall.
This was the vanguard of the sand storm.
The wind was so strong that all the sand and stones on the sand were rolled up.
As more and more dust flew into the air, the dense dust covered the sky and blocked the sun, making it impossible for people to see anything for a period of time.
Just like at night.
When a sandstorm hits, the surrounding air is extremely unstable.
The heated air below rises upwards, and the surrounding air flows to supplement it.
As a result, the air carries a large amount of sand and dust, rolling up and down endlessly, forming countless sand and dust clusters of different sizes that meet and collide in the air.
Teng, forming terrifying devil faces.
The upper layer of the sand wall is yellow to red, the middle layer is gray-black, and the lower layer is black.
The yellowing and redness of the upper layer is due to the fact that the sand in the upper layer is thin and has fine particles, and sunlight can almost penetrate through the dust and shine down.
The dust concentration in the lower layer is large and the particles are coarse.
Almost all sunlight is absorbed or scattered by the dust, so it turns black.
Where the wall of wind and sand moves, the sky lightens and darkens, constantly changing.
This is caused by the light passing through the dust belts of different thicknesses and thicknesses, so it looks brilliant.
This scenery is extremely beautiful, but it is also full of murderous intent.
If you are not careful, you can easily be swept away by the sandstorm.
Where it will end up and whether it will survive, only God knows.
As the storm got closer and closer, the visibility in the air became lower and lower.
Zhao Ziliang dug his feet into the sand up to his knees, tied himself and several subordinates together with a lasso with both hands, and shouted while doing so : "The sandstorm is getting closer and closer, and it is becoming more and more difficult to see.
Everyone should hold still, don't be afraid, and hold on to the weapons stuck in the sand and the comrades around you.
The people around the war horse should hold themselves and their comrades tightly.
War horses tied together" The dust in the air was getting more and more dense.
Zhao Ziliang grabbed the golden nail Zaoyang stick inserted in the sand.
If his face hadn't been covered with a towel, he might have inhaled a lot of sand at this time.
Coming, more and more yellow sand was blowing over.
Zhao Ziliang and all the soldiers of the Tang Army had to close their eyes to prevent the sand from blowing into their eyes.
A large amount of sand on the ground was swept up by the dust storm and deep into the air.
The sand that was originally stuck to the knees in the sand suddenly Being rolled up, his calves and ankles were exposed.
The huge wind blew up from the ground, and his body was affected by the rising force of the strong wind sweeping from the ground.
If he hadn't been holding on to the golden nail Zaoyang, Zhao Ziliang would have known that he It will definitely be swept away by this huge force.
"Swish, swish, swish", the strong wind blew the cloaks, flags and banners behind them, swish, the war horses neighed in fear in the blinding gray sandstorm, and the camels also made a frightened cry of "moo moo".
The center of the storm quickly rolled over.
The sand and dust under everyone's feet were swept away, and their feet were lifted into the air.
Only the weapons were still stuck in the sand below.
In addition to holding the weapons with both hands, their bodies were swept away by the storm like flags.
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They kept flying in the air.
If there were no ropes tied around their waists, many of them would be swept away by the sandstorm.
Even if they had their hands to hold the weapons, they would not be able to hold on.
For a full quarter of an hour, everyone experienced a process from life to death, and from death to life.
When the sandstorm came, it was like the end of the world.
No one thought they would survive, just because of the sandstorm.
The battle was too huge, but everyone had to be thankful afterwards that they followed Zhao Ziliang's order and inserted their weapons into the ground and tied themselves and their colleagues together with ropes.
Only with the joint strength of everyone did they save their lives.
After the storm, everyone weakly lifted up their masks and lay on the sand, gasping for air.
Even a savage black man like Nuer turned pale and vomited profusely after the sandstorm, almost losing his gallbladder. spit it out.
Zhao Ziliang also felt deeply powerless in the face of this natural force.
He could only use all his strength and all methods to protect himself.
He did not breathe a sigh of relief until the storm passed.
It can be said that this was the most terrifying and powerless thing he had ever experienced in his life. .
After taking a short rest, Zhao Ziliang got up and shouted: "Brokhan, Bolhan, where did he die?"
A piece of sand bulged up, and two hands stretched out from it to pry away the sand.
Brahan crawled out and said, "General, I'm here.
I'm coming."
"Why are you in the sand?"
Zhao Ziliang was very puzzled and waved his hand: "Forget it, quickly order all battalions and departments to count the number of people, weapons and supplies to see if anyone is missing or if anything is missing."
"Yes, General" After some counting, eleven people and more than twenty war horses were missing.
These people were probably swept away by the sandstorm, and the horses were either swept away by the sandstorm or frightened and fled.
After this incident, most of the soldiers were frightened, and the morale of the army dropped sharply.
Under such circumstances, it was impossible to continue marching.
Moreover, it was getting late, so camping here was the best choice.
Zhao Ziliang observed this.
After observing the surrounding terrain, I felt that it would be no big deal to camp here, so I immediately ordered the entire army to camp on the spot and wait until tomorrow to start their journey again.
After dinner, a small number of soldiers entered the tent to sleep.
Most of the soldiers had not yet recovered from the previous sandstorm attack, so they gathered together to talk and talk.
Zhao Ziliang took Bo Lehan and other retinues to see Ashina Xin and his wife, and then began to patrol the camp.
After walking around, he found nothing unusual, but saw the guide invited from Jinchang sitting alone by a fire.
While the food was roasting, he walked over and asked, "I haven't eaten anything yet."
The guide was from Jinchang.
He had followed the caravan back and forth between Jinchang County and Anxi for a long time, so he was very familiar with the terrain and weather conditions in the area.
When he saw Zhao Ziliang approaching, he immediately stood up and saluted with fear: "General" Zhao Ziliang saw a few sweet potatoes roasting on the fire and said to Bo Han: "I haven't eaten yet, so go get some meat.
I will go with the guide."
"No," Brahan agreed, and immediately ordered a follower to get the meat.
Zhao Ziliang held the handle of the knife, lifted up his shirt and sat on the sand.
He greeted the guide and said with a smile: "Come, sit down.
I want to ask you something, so we can chat while we eat."
The guide quickly said: "Thanks to the general for not giving up, I am very honored."
The retinue quickly brought fresh meat, and Zhao Ziliang gave two pieces to the guide.
The two of them grilled the meat and talked at the same time.
Zhao Ziliang asked: "You often travel between Anxi and Jinchang.
Are you familiar with this area?
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We have experienced the horror of the eight hundred miles of Mohe Yanqi several times.
It can be said that there is a narrow escape from death.
Is there anything else to be afraid of?
" The guide looked into the dark distance, with a look of fear on his face full of vicissitudes: "Quicksand, endless quicksand, if you are not lucky, the area of quicksand can instantly expand to several miles or even ten miles in radius, even if a team of tens of thousands of people A large army can be swallowed up in an instant.
Does the general know what the other name of the eight hundred miles of Mohe Yanqi Nianqi is?"
Zhao Ziliang shook his head and asked: "What is it called?"
"It's called Shahe, and it's also called Eight Hundred Miles of Hanhai."
The guide said with even more horror on his face and eyes, and continued: "Once, the villain followed a caravan to Anxi.
This caravan was very large, with 300 guards. , 500 carriages, 600 drivers and men , there were nearly a thousand horses and camels.
However, when we went deep into the Moheyan Moraine, we encountered quicksand.
The quicksand we encountered was so terrible.
There was nothing at first.
Suddenly, the sand under our feet moved and formed in an instant.
A line more than ten miles long In the Liusha River, the sand on the ground flows forward like a river.
People, horses, livestock and carriages fell into the quicksand without causing any waves.
The villain reacted quickly and rode a horse in the Liusha River.
I ran fast on the edge, but luckily I didn’t He died, but no one else, including all the livestock, survived.
The villain walked for half a month, killed the horse, carried the horse meat on his back, drank his own urine, and finally walked out of the terrifying Mohe Yanqi.
When He Yanqi died, the villain only had half his life left."
Zhao Ziliang nodded and said: "General, I have also encountered quicksand, but it is not as terrible as what you encountered.
In addition to quicksand, storms, hail and heavy rain, what else is there?"
At this time, the guide suddenly looked at the distance in horror, pointed to the open space in the distance and stammered: "They, they are coming, it's them, they are the most terrifying existence in Moheyan Moraine besides quicksand."
He immediately got up and lay on the ground, kowtowing constantly, muttering: "God bless, God bless."
Zhao Ziliang looked in the direction of the guide's finger, and saw little lights rising in the dark space in the distance.
These light sources emitted a blue light.
Seeing that the surrounding area was brightly illuminated, Zhao Ziliang knew that these light sources were not other things, but wildfire, You must know that since ancient times, no one knows how many people and livestock have died in this 800-mile Mohe Yan Moraine.
After the corpses rotted, they left skeletons.
The phosphorus in the bones will spontaneously combust under certain conditions.
This is very important to Zhao Ziliang who traveled from later generations.
It's not surprising
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