Chapter 893: Survival in the wilderness

"So hot...thirsty..."

A war horse stood alone in the desert, with no food or water around it. In this matter, war horses were not as good as camels. In the Arab Empire, in order to carry out long-distance raids, some sultans and governors established camel cavalry. Although it was a bit funny in Shi Zhidong's eyes, it was a real thing in this desert at this moment.

Shi Zhidong, who fell down from the horse, moved his fingers in difficulty, but he did not open his eyes. As soon as there were enemies nearby, he would judge whether he would open his eyes. In that case, he would be afraid that he would die immediately without any strength.

His ears listened carefully to the sounds around him. The scorching wind rolled over his body, evaporating the last trace of water vapor on his body. There were probably only some rocks nearby. Shi Zhidong had recovered his sensitive ears, and he could even hear the sound of sand being blown by the wind and rolling over it.

"Where am I...?"

Shi Zhidong's hard listening did not find any danger. The sun on his face made him almost roasted in the sun. One of his arms could not move at this moment, so he had to use another uninjured arm to block his sunlight, and then he opened his eyes.

Looking around, there was a desert. The wind swept across the sand, making a deep sob like a ghost cry. Several shocking white bones in the sun, and a bunch of completely dry wormwood were all moving here.

"What a spiritual horse!"

He praised his mount. Perhaps if the horse's body had not blocked most of the sunlight for him, he would have been shining by the sun. Since he moved, the pain in his shoulders had been piercing deep into his heart, which made him grin and scream.

"Ah... it's really him. Mom... By the way, last night... where is my sister... where is this?"

Looking out, there was endless yellow sand, nothing could be seen, nothing was there. Shi Zhidong moved his tongue, which was already dry and barely felt. He could feel the raised skin on his lips, and the slight small works on his cracked lips brought chaos. He looked up at his mount, and his eyes were even dry and lost their moisturization. His long mane was covered with dust.

Behind the saddle are two square boxes that look like leather bags. On one side is his food and on the other side is water bags. When acting in the desert, nothing matters, the most important thing is water. Shi Zhidong didn't care about taking off his burdened armor, and grabbed the saddle in a few steps, opening the tightened lid of the water tank.

The lid was at the bottom of the box, and a thin stream of water flowed out from there. The thirsty Shi Zhidong didn't care about getting the cup, so he raised his head and let the clear water flow into his mouth. He didn't drink much. After living in the desert for a long time, he knew that water there was life, and a sip of water would be more life.

He used a small box to carry some water for the horse, even twice as much as he drank two big mouthfuls of water. In his current situation, if he didn't have a horse, he wouldn't have his own life. He looked up at the sun. It was just the sunshine in the morning, and it was not very strong. Shi Zhidong became alert. If he kept basking in the noon sun in the desert, no matter how much water there was, he would probably be dizzy and finally died of sunshine.

After giving the horse water, he then fed the horse some horse ingredients. These horse ingredients are products from the Island of Ferai, and there are other ingredients in the beans. A piece as big as a palm is enough to keep the horse physically strong for half a day. Two pieces a day is enough for the horse to need for a day.

After feeding the horse, Shi Zhidong was not in a hurry to take care of his injuries. He needed to find a place to hide from the sun, and then deal with his wounds in a silence. His water, horse food and food that people eat were enough for 5 to 7 days. Of course, water was only enough to drink, and there was no other thing.

He rode his horse in difficulty and chose a direction that might go to the road to start his action. Soon after, a relatively narrow north-south mountain stream gave Shi Zhidong the opportunity to heal his injuries.

It is impossible not to mention that the equipment they purchased from China in batches is really good. For example, the wound medicine he uses now. Open the wax-sealed wooden jar, which contains a roll of bandages, some medicinal cotton, alcohol, needles and wound medicine. What does this mean is that the ingredient of the wound medicine is "rat". It is used to cultivate dried and grind powder, and match it with Chinese medicine villages such as Panax notoginseng to make a good wound medicine.

The wound behind him was not deep, but the sharp blade of the Chinese spear hurt his collarbone, so one arm temporarily lost its effect. Shi Zhidong used alcohol to disinfect himself and sewed the wound with needle and thread. Although the sewing was quite ugly, it didn't hurt so much after wrapping the bandage. But when Shi Zhidong finished all this with sweating, he became a little more energetic.

Then he took out a leather vest from the leather bag behind the saddle, but this leather vest was a bit particular. He put the leather vest into the water bag, then put it on himself, and then covered it with a desert robe and a cool hat on his head, which looked like an Arab in the desert.

The things he just used were all desert suits produced in China. They were completely complete sets, including matches, vests that filled water with leather tubes to drink water. White Gundula, the cool hat on his head, and a mirror were all things in the so-called "desert suit". Shi Zhidong and others often appeared near the desert in Yulinzhuang. This "desert suit" would bring a set at any time.

The anti-armor was packed up and hung it on the horse, and the whole person became relaxed. The only problem was that last night, his long axe and slashing sword were all lost. At this moment, except for a short knife on his body, there were pulley bows and arrows, and there were no other weapons. When the afternoon sun cooled down in the cool breeze in the desert that was about to come, Shi Zhidong, who had been resting for a day, set off on his future again.

He had only one plan now, which was to go to Ziyun Village to find his elder sister Shi Shi. Because Shi Shi had the formula of gunpowder and the drawings for making firearms. With these things, Shi Zhidong knew that even if the slaughter returned to Sain Khan Badu, he would be welcomed by him.

As for the military camp he had stayed there and his own deployment, Shi Zhidong no longer thought about it. One day, he would not be able to go there no matter what. Zhao Xu must have sent someone, and his subordinates were probably in danger. Thinking of this, Shi Zhidong snorted coldly towards the sunset.
Chapter completed!