The saline-alkali ground of Bailongdui is as hard as a stubborn stone, even if a camel walks, it will bleed from its hooves in a few days, and many livestock are killed in Bailongdui.Therefore, in order to avoid hurting their hooves when walking on the salt rock road, their hooves should be wrapped in soft cooked leather.Radish is very well-behaved, at the mercy of Ren Hong.But the father named "Ye Tingfeng", when he wrapped a stallion in leather, the horse didn't know what nerves he had, and he raised his hind legs, and his hooves kicked on Ye Tingfeng's head impartially!
After a muffled sound, the father of the car fell to the ground, and everyone was stunned on the spot, and in the blink of an eye, Ye Tingfeng was still talking and laughing with Zheng Ji next to him, chatting about the tricks of raising horses.In the blink of an eye, only a dead body remained.In ancient times, in the desert, death could happen at any time, and your companions could die from the bite of a small insect or under the hooves of a horse that you have cared for for many years.You have to get used to it.You have to get used to it!
But it is clear that everyone is doing things as heavy as Mount Tai, why is it so light as a feather when they die?
The envoys could only accept this matter silently, seeing that there were not many beans, by the way, they killed the disobedient stallion, leaving the horse head sacrifice Ye Tingfeng in the lonely grave in front of the white dragon pile, and the horse meat was roasted and divided by everyone.Han Dangdang and Sun Shiwan chewed the roast horse meat viciously, as if this was avenging Ye Tingfeng, and Xi Chongguo told Ren Hong: "This is the last hot meal, when you enter the white dragon pile, don't think about finding a single firewood!"
”As it is said, Bailongdui is a real barren land, not only is there no flying birds here, but even the most tenacious red willows and camel thorns have disappeared.For the next five days, Ren Hong never saw a single living plant.Only the occasional dead branches of poplar trees appear, telling that there may still be some vitality here thousands of years ago when they arrived in the center of Bailongdui, even the dead poplar trees were gone, and the lack of firewood was just a trivial matter, after all, the envoys could last for five or six days by eating naan and the water they carried, and even Sun Shiwan, who claimed to never eat naan, could also hold a wooden bowl and chew slowly with water soaking.Ren Hong can even use a knife to cut the sausages brought from Dunhuang on the rocks that are scorched by the sun, and spread them one by one to roast them, and the aroma is fragrant for a while, and even Sun Shiwan smells the fragrance and drools greedily.After one person ate one slice of food, the sausage, which looked like a dark dish, was evaluated as a delicacy by everyone in the envoy group.But they themselves are no better, like burnt sausages, endure the blazing roasting of the white dragon alkali pile.Even if they wear a felt hat, some people often faint from heat stroke, and a bowl of garlic water is the best way to relieve the heat.At night, the dried manure of the horses and camels became the only fuel for the envoys to keep warm by burning fires, helping them survive the long cold nights.But the biggest test is the direction.The 120-kilometer-long salt slab road is vast, and the surrounding scenery is basically the same, only along the undulating "white dragon backbone" zigzags forward, and it is easy to deviate while walking, and in the process of marching, the two camels were frightened and ran away, and the envoys did not even dare to chase them.Speaking of which, Ren Hong spent money to find magnets and tried to make a simple compass when he was in Dunhuang Hecang City.But it turns out that he thinks too much, after all, Kesheng, after all, can only rely on memory to make foolishness, and he can't do it according to Baidu Encyclopedia, and the things he makes are full of mistakes and omissions, and he can't use it at all.It is more reliable to look at the sun and stars in the sky to determine the direction, in Bailongdui, it is not easy to encounter a cloudy weather.However, it is also impossible to recognize the west, most of the road surface of this white dragon pile is extremely hard, but under some of the scales is dangerous quicksand, and a horse and a mule of the envoy group have fallen into it, and they can never be saved.That's where the guide's experience comes in.Lu Jiuyu walked a few times in this Lou Landao, and he had a map of the White Dragon Pile in his mind, and told Ren Hong that in fact, there were many road signs in the seemingly empty White Dragon Pile, that is, "Corpse bones!"
”In the white dragon pile, you can often see the small mound built by hand, which is the tomb of the soldiers of the Han army.As a result, the number of times the old man does it every day is as many as dozens!
Because in Li Guangli's two expeditions to conquer Dawan, the biggest loss for the Han army was not the Battle of Yucheng or the Battle of Luntai, but the damn Bailongdui on the return trip!
In the white world, there is a shortage of food and water, and the officials only care about their own wealth and do not care about the soldiers, almost every mile, several people die.In addition to the tombs of the Han army, the corpses of Hu merchants or nomads in the Western Regions can often be seen along the way, some have become white bones, some have become dried corpses, leaning on the earthen beams weakly, or bending down to grab the ground with their heads, which is a crazy attempt to dig water out of the ground before death.There were even more livestock carcasses, including the bones of horses separated from their owners on the alkali beach, and the wild camels that had fallen to death next to the withered puddles after straying into the White Dragon Pile, all of which were silently submerged in the wind and sand of the White Dragon Pile.After seeing too many deaths along the way, Ren Hong's footsteps also carried a trace of heaviness and tragedy, how many lives did he pay for when he first opened up this road?
Ren Hong now completely understands why the Han Dynasty would rather send their small army to Loulan to take risks and engage in some decapitation operations than send a large army to attack again.The cost is too great, and after trekking all the way, two or three out of ten are the most optimistic estimates.After five days of marching in the White Dragon Pile, the envoys were running out of water, and they could no longer drink as much as they had at the beginning.Fu Jiezi limited the amount of water to everyone to drink, and each carried it in the pot, only willing to take a little sip.After five days of being scorched by the scorching sun, the officials were already tired and marched with great difficulty on the backs of their horses.Even Ren Hong was a little dizzy, he swayed on the back of the radish, in a daze, and even could see two shadows trekking in front of him: a Hu man with a horned bow on his back, was supporting a Han envoy with a cloak and a disheveled head, and the Han envoy was still holding a knot, and he still refused to let go.No matter how fast Ren Hong hurried, he couldn't surpass them.splashed water on his face, Ren Hong opened his eyes again, and the two of them disappeared, it turned out to be his own hallucination.In the following period, similar hallucinations followed.Ren Hong heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him, and as soon as he turned around, in the direction parallel to the envoys, thirty-six horsemen galloped past, galloping in the direction of Loulan, all of them were in high spirits, and the leading Kansai Han and Ren Hong glanced at each other, revealing a smile of encouragement.Fake, all fake, on the side of the caravan, there is only white saline-alkali land.Sometimes, it is the apparition of two monks who appear on his side.One was bareheaded, wearing a hat, heading west, with a withered but firm figure.One is wearing a crown, riding a white dragon horse, carrying a full load of scriptures, on the way back to Chang'an, and there is even a grandson monkey Zhu Bajiesha monk guarding left and right.Still a phantom, Buddhism has not yet spread to the eastern part of the Western Regions, and there is no floating slaughter on the Loulan Road in this year.What's even more bizarre is that Ren Hong finally saw a thin modern man wearing glasses, walking alone in this desert, staggering, and a piece of white rabbit toffee candy fell behind him.Ren Hong subconsciously hit the horse and wanted to help the man, but he only touched the air, which was still an illusion.But Ren Hong came to his senses and burst into tears unconsciously.Those phantoms seen are the stories that Ren Hong knows in later generations, the heroes who once trekked in Bailongdui.Zhang Qian, Ban Chao, Fa Xian, Xuanzang, Peng Jiamu.The quicksand desert and the endless snow-capped mountains block the way for the Chinese to go out, which is the dangerous wall placed by Cang Tian around China, like the special restrictions of the earth administrator on this bug country.But every generation of Chinese has tried to explore the Western Regions, to see the outside world, and to go forward.Ren Hong is not alone, he has been accompanied by countless pioneers and followers for two thousand years, even the dead Han soldiers, who are also using corpses and graves to show them the way forward."
Ren Hong, what are you doing when you run to the side?
Sunburned?
”Fu Jiezi's scolding came, and Ren Hong immediately hit his horse and returned to the team.He also has more than 30 robes who share life and death, supporting each other, and they are bound to cross this white dragon natural danger!
Later, the radish was too tired to work, so Ren Hong got off the horse and led it and walked with difficulty.One step, two steps, until the sun began to set westward.When Ren Hong and Zhao Han'er climbed another white dragon-like earthen beam together, they suddenly saw a sparkling sea appear, and Ren Hong shook his head: "I saw a mirage again, a lot of water, a big lake." ”Zhao Han'er's mouth cracked, and he muttered, "I also saw it, and I still smelled the smell of water." ”"It's not fake this time."
Fu Jiezi also climbed up with Jingjie as a staff, stood between them, and said with a smile: "Gentlemen, we have walked out of the white dragon pile. ”"Ahead, it's Pu Changhai, it's Loulan!"
Puchanghai, Luo Bu Naoer, the second largest inland lake in China, was not a sea of death in the Han Dynasty, but a sea of life, and it was he who nourished the country of Loulan.The blue lake stretches as far as the eye can see, and the endless water stretches on both sides, and there is no end in sight.At the water's edge are vast expanses of reeds and dense forests, above which countless white waterfowl hover, and fish leap out of the water, full of life, in contrast to the dead silence of the white dragon pile behind it."
Water!
Water!
”Han Dangdang, who had drunk the kettle early, shouted, and rushed to the water's edge first, he knelt on the ground, hurriedly scooped up a scoop of water and sent it to his mouth.Then he vomited it with a bitter face and scolded: "It's so salty, it's so bitter!"
”The old people of the envoy group laughed, and Xi Chongguo laughed at Han Dangdang: "The water of this Puchanghai has always been salty, and the more you drink it, the thirstier you become." ”"What then?"
Han Dangdang grimaced."
Come with me, there is a spring of fresh water in the reeds, and I remember it was near here."
Lu Jiuyu asked Ren Hong and Sun Shiwan to follow him to find fresh water, and after they disappeared into the dense reeds, Zhao Han'er walked to the water's edge, squatted down, and frowned at a footprint on the ground.In addition to the messy waterfowl footprints, there was also a row of deep beast claw prints here, and Zhao Han'er stepped into it, but he couldn't even fill half of it!"
Why do you have claws?"
Zheng Ji came over to see it and muttered, "Won't there be someone like in the ridge city, pretending to be a mandrill?"
”Zhao Han'er's face was full of seriousness: "This is not a forgery, but a real beast footprint, which is not small." ”But what kind of beast it was, he hesitated for a long time and didn't say it, because when he was in Dunhuang, Zhao Han'er had never seen this kind of animal at all.Instead, Ren Hong and the others searched for the legendary freshwater spring, but they heard a loud noise, crackling, and the sound of heavy objects stepping on the reed poles.Ren Hong turned around, and just as he was out of the reeds, a huge colorful beast came out, and a pair of eyes touched Ren Hong!
The chill came from the soles of his feet, Ren Hong's mind was blank, and at this last moment, what he thought of was "Xinjiang Tiger, a living Xinjiang Tiger!"
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