Martial Sage

The sun hangs high.

After Tang Hao issued the order to remove the armor, the soldiers did not have too much scruples.

One by one, the heavy armor on his body was lifted, and the weight of his body was suddenly light.

Cheng Chumo was even more exaggerated. He simply took off the cotton-padded clothes on his body. He still felt uncomfortable. When he was about to untie his shirt, he was stopped by Tang Hao.

"You kid is really a master who is not afraid of things!"

"Let you remove your clothes and armor, just to delay the flow of sweat. Are you ready, ready to be naked?"

"Are you not afraid of getting sunburned?"

The land of the plateau is relatively high, and the air is much thinner than the plain.

But this is precisely the case, a lot of ultraviolet rays are irradiated, and they become the number one killer who damages the skin!

As an ancient person, Cheng Chumo grinned as he looked at the facade of Tang Hao's face towel.

"Hey! I'm a rough man, I got used to it on the way to the side."

"This little solar energy can still sunburn? A big man of mine is not as delicate as that."

As soon as the voice fell, Su Qingjie also followed suit.

"Brother Tang, are you using a face towel to cover your face for fear that it will turn into black charcoal and be rejected by the beautiful lady at home?"

After that, the two looked at each other and laughed.

Tang Hao didn't bother to explain the ultraviolet ray to them. Explaining this kind of thing to them is no different from playing the piano to a cow.

Seeing Cheng Chumo who was pulling on his shirt and about to take it off, Tang Hao looked serious and stared.

"Hugh is messing around! This is an order!"

"If the whole army is like this, what would our barracks look like?"

Seeing Tang Hao's anger, the two dared not to be there, so they said more, and smiled sadly.

Cheng Chu silently saw Tang Hao's serious face, pondered for a moment, and asked.

"Brother Tang, you just used a tree stick to make gestures on the ground, saying that it can be used as a basis for identifying directions, is it successful?"

When Tang Hao asked him about this matter, he gave a general explanation.

"These two points are used as markers. This is the ancient method recorded in ancient books, and few people know it."

"Immediately, mark the top of the shadow. After half a cup of tea, wait for the shadow to shift before making a mark."

"The two points are connected to make a cross mark. The one with the sun is south, and the other is north. Now we are heading to the east."

"Although we can't guarantee accuracy, there is no doubt that if we keep walking around like this, we will return to the territory of Datang."

It was the first time that the two young men heard of these methods, and shouted that they learned another trick today.

In fact, the method Tang Hao said was more common in the military camps of later generations, but he lied, saying that he had seen it in ancient books.

Anyway, since I came to this Tang Dynasty, there have been no 70 or 80 lies, no less than 30 or 40 lies.

It doesn't matter if there is such a painless lie.

The desert evening came very early, and Tang Hao's army finally arrived at dusk.

The army counted the number of unconscious people, soaring.

In the past two days, people who haven't dripped in, go on like this, sooner or later, something big will happen.

Looking at the weakened soldiers, Tang Hao ordered.

"Place the helmet and utensils on the ground, hang the sword above, and the point of the blade pointed directly at the center of the utensil."

After listening to this inexplicable military order, Cheng Chu silently walked up, cracked the pale and bleeding lips, and asked.

"Brother Tang? Why is this?"

"Look at this..."

Raised his arm, pointed at the utensils on the big scene in the clearing, wondering.

"We've heard of generals burning incense and praying for fish in ancient times. We also heard that this throwing money to ask for directions, this hanging sword, which one did you play?"

Some soldiers who were near had the same doubts in their hearts.

They also have such doubts in their hearts. They want to say this is praying for rain, but how does this scene look like it?

Could it be possible that you, Tang Hao, hung these swords just to demonstrate in the heavens?

Tang Hao didn't give much explanation, walked forward, touched the sword, and beckoned to Cheng Chu silently.

"Come and touch, how does it feel?"

With a touch of suspicion, Cheng Chumo put on the back of the knife, starting to feel cold without any other feelings.

"Isn't this just the tip of an ordinary knife?"

"What's the difference?"

Licking his dry cracked lips, Tang Hao realized that his saliva seemed to be extremely stingy, and he couldn't even get his lips wet.

Tap Cheng Chumo's shoulder with one hand, and point the utensils under her feet with the other.

"This is what we prayed for the source of water in the first place, and we will be able to drink sweet water early in the morning."

Cheng Chumo looked at the empty helmet, his eyes widening than copper bells.

Isn't this a joke?

That is, when I pray for rain and blessings today, I have to put up three sacrifices.

If the Taoist priest does not pray for rain, he will put incense wax and reciting the password. It is not pious, but at least there can be a decent ritual.

what is this?

No sacrifice, no ritual, just do it like this, can there be water?

Meeting Cheng Chumo's astonished face, Tang Hao could clearly know his inner thoughts without asking.

"You! There are so many things you don't understand."

"The specific heat capacity of sand and gravel, coupled with the unique temperature difference of the Western Regions, will definitely form moisture, which will condense into dew when it encounters a cold sword."

"There is a saying called gathering sand into a tower, I want to use this little bit of dew to converge into a half helmet of water."

After speaking this time, it was only a blind spot that touched Cheng Chumo.

Tang Hao, who looked at him like an expert, and his demented eyes were full of endless confusion, asked Tang Hao, who had only stopped listening to Bara for a long time.

"What is the ratio... specific heat capacity?"

"What is the temperature difference?..."

"And what is the condensation..."

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