Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

Compared to many other kingdoms.

Qin Ming discovered that the Shenmu Kingdom was the country most keen on learning his technology.

He was very curious about these people and wanted to see what level they had reached.

After hearing these words, Chu Ying and Sun Jinshan were stunned for a moment.

They thought Qin Ming was very busy on this trip.

He was even a little anxious to solve the problem of judging the general.

But in fact, this is not the case. He even has time to observe the technical level of these people.

"But Your Majesty, isn't this a bit too dangerous?"

"Don't worry, this time I'm not going straight into their territory. Instead, I'm taking a shortcut to the desert."

Qin Ming spoke slowly and brought up the issue about the desert.

On the other side, in the desert, Chang Baishan and Liu Yueli, with tens of thousands of troops, finally met Yang Guangnian's troops of the Red Blood Alliance.

The endless, scorching, and suffocating golden desert is steaming with high temperatures.

This is the true appearance of the so-called Sea of ​​Death.

They have entered the heart of the desert.

A white-hot fireball hung in the sky, refusing to go out, generously pouring violent molten gold onto the boundless sea of ​​sand.

The wind was also malicious, blowing up fine sand and dust as small as needles.

It rubbed against every inch of exposed skin, and every breath felt like swallowing hot gravel.

The military formation of the Daqian Dynasty was like a tired iron-scaled snake coiled on the sand dunes.

Thick black armor covered every soldier.

It was as stuffy as a steamer under the scorching sun.

The surface of the armor was scorching hot, and when it touched exposed skin, a puff of green smoke was emitted. A disgusting burnt smell spread, mixing with rust, sweat, and dust to form a steaming odor.

The soldiers had to travel continuously, even with supplies from the rear.

At this moment, it still looks like it has been taken out of a steamer.

The soaked battle robe clung to his back and chest, and was licked by the scorching sun into a dry, hard salt crust.

Every breath was a hoarse crack.

The horse's nostrils were flared, and it was breathing hot, rough air weakly.

With his head lowered, a few drops of precious saliva fell on the hot sand and were swallowed up in an instant.

Only a tiny wet mark was left, which turned into a dry mark in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.

Chang Baishan held the sword at his waist, and the touch of his hand felt like a red-hot iron.

He narrowed his eyes and looked ahead at the slowly approaching force.

The black tide line twisted and rising in the heat wave, the Red Blood Alliance, Yang Guangnian.

He had heard of the other party a long time ago.

Liu Yueli stood silently beside him, dressed in a neat green robe, which seemed out of place among the heavy black armor, yet she was unusually stable.

The desert's unique strong wind blew, rolling up yellow sand all over the sky, and even covered the face that should have been elegant and beautiful with a layer of cold veil of sand and dust.

There was only a pair of eyes, clear and sharp, as if they could penetrate the hot and twisted air and the yellow sand.

It was pinned precisely on the burly figure under the enemy's flag in the distance.

"Yang Guangnian chose a good cemetery."

Chang Baishan's voice was like the sound of dry wood rubbing against each other, very tired, but extremely firm.

His eyes were fixed on the glaring scarlet flag in the center of the enemy army.

"We may not be the first to die of thirst."

He raised his hands suddenly.

Behind him, a large flag was torn apart by the strong wind.

With a cyan-blue background, a ferocious and roaring silver dragon dances wildly in the wind.

This is the battle flag of Daqian.

The flagpole sank heavily into the hot sand, stirring up a cloud of golden dust.

In the dead silence of the army, countless cracked lips moved.

The sword and the gun fell into his hands, and the bowstring was quietly tightened.

The subtle scraping sounds of the armor plates colliding became one.

It was a large black army, making their final low roar before tearing their prey apart.

On the horizon, the black tide line suddenly accelerated.

The war drums of the Red Blood Alliance were like muffled thunder rolling across the sky, drowning out the whistling sandstorms.

Yang Guangnian's plan to break out was finally successful after he lost two waves of his leaders.

The scarlet flag fluttered and began to surge forward.

There is no temptation, no empty moves. In this hell where every drop of water turns into gold, any unnecessary tricks mean self-destruction.

The vanguard of the Red Blood Alliance was like a group of wolves forced into a desperate situation.

The roar was accompanied by hoarse shouts, swirling yellow sand that blocked the sun, and the blade flashed with a hungry and cold light as it pounced forward ferociously.

The sea of ​​sand was boiling, and the gravel on the ground began to tremble in the endless roar.

The soft yellow sand turned into evil spirits that devoured lives, swallowing up corpses one after another.

The torrent formed by the confluence of two huge and exhausted cavalry and infantry carried with it years of hatred and the determination to survive.

On the golden sea of ​​sand, there was a heavy and slow collision!

The harsh sound of metal colliding, the dull thud of weapons entering flesh, the screams of the dying, and the sharp crackling sound of broken blades instantly intertwined together, spreading stickily in the air steaming with heat waves.

A long spear just pierced the enemy's lower abdomen.

Before he could pull it out, another broken saber came down on his head.

The head was chopped off along with the broken iron helmet.

A soldier desperately raised his curled sword to block.

But there was a crisp "click" sound, and the arm bent into a strange arc.

The broken bones even pierced the joints of the armor plates, and he knelt down with a distorted expression.

Immediately, he was trampled into the hot yellow sand by countless running boots.

There was no room to retreat, the sand dunes were undulating, and every step was a trap of weakness.

They only squeeze and tear each other apart.

The battle was fierce at the most primitive and bloody level.

Yang Guangnian was wrapped in a thick black iron armor, revealing only a pair of eagle-like eyes.

He rode his horse to a higher sand dune, his eyes sweeping over the battlefield below that was like a grinding mill.

The Daqian Army, especially the heavy infantry led by Chang Baishan in the middle.

Forming a series of tenacious and bloody dams.

The scarlet flag that symbolized his supreme authority landed heavily on the sand beside him.

The flag fluttered in the wind like a bloodthirsty spirit-calling banner.

"Wait! Wait till they die!"

His roar came through the visor, with a dull echo and a fierce determination to win.

This is his last chance. Compared to Daqian, the Red Blood Alliance is really short of food and clothing now.

"Let's see how long these dried-up dogs can hold out!"

However, the weak troops of the Red Blood Alliance faced this group of fierce and powerful troops who were also struggling in the hell of the sand sea.

The first thing to collapse was their central formation.

The noise of the battlefield drowned out the sudden commotion and cries of terror in the rear.

As a few wisps of black smoke, different from the flames of war, rose up crookedly.

When the yellow sky was torn apart, a guard beside Yang Guangnian raised his arm in horror.

"Marshal! The grain... the grain camp! It's on fire!"

Yang Guangnian turned his head suddenly, his hawk-like eyes shrank instantly and became extremely tense.