I grabbed an innocent soldier passing by and ordered, "Go and call Eton, fat, and bald, and say you're going to have a meeting."

Hearing the word "conference" the soldier of the Counter Lightning Army shivered all over, and rushed out like Barry Allen, without any fatigue after the war.

“…”

After a while, three equally frowning people came here, drawing around the sand with the light of torches, as if they were holding some mysterious ceremony.

Among them, Eaton was very distressed for the soldiers' casualties. The fat man was worried that the loader would take advantage of the material distribution, so the bald man was stunned for some reason, looking absent-minded.

"Eaton, don't be sad after the war. Next time I will allow you to bring the French military flag to war, and you will also allow you to use French military salutes. Is this OK? Quickly analyze and see where these marks are on the map."

Eaton raised his hand in confusion, "What is a French military salute?"

I said casually: "It is an action to express the will to be peaceful... If you ask again, you will be insulting the law! Do the important thing quickly."

Eaton said helplessly: "Okay..."

He was mentally prepared for my random behavior on a whim, so he turned his mind to the picture on the ground.

"Sir, is this the new will of Lord Shafulin?" He sighed at the miniature sand sculpture map on the ground, "It's much better than what I do..."

I asked you to come here, are you going to listen to you saying this?

"Speak again! I can't tell you why, I will make you into Terracotta Warriors."

Before Eaton opened his mouth, the fat man came up first and observed it in the fire. "Sir, although the proportions of the upper and lower parts of these two pictures are somewhat distorted, I can still recognize the subject..."

He pointed to the curved coastline in the lower left corner and said, "This is probably the Riegomi Shrub Desert. I have seen it in the strategic map of the original faction. We walked along the trade route of the Noga Mountains to the desert."

As the escape expert who can survive the most and knows how to save lives, the fat man's memory should be fine.

"So this coordinate is our location..."

I pointed to a mark on a coast and confirmed my location. From the map, we were indeed on the edge of a huge inland lake...

So you bastard, you knew this is not the beach?!

"Ahem, this lake next to us, what do you think of it?" I asked.

The fat man looked up and said, "This is Lake Baesobra. Oh, according to your habit, it should be called the Sea of ​​Baesobra. The Saber Water Bay we attacked is an important waterway hub, which can avoid long distances in the desert through water transportation, so many merchants will stay here."

God, according to my habits, what kind of country people’s context is this!

I grabbed the fingers that were pointing Jiangshan, aiming at the mark that was closest to us.

"So much nonsense. Then look at where these places are?"

The fat man scratched his head and said awkwardly: "I can't see these places..."

At this time, Eaton might have taken the initiative to help the fat man save the situation: "Sir, I can see some of these places."

After the Erwuzizi gestured for a distance, he calibrated the direction in reality for a moment and said affirmatively: "This place should be in the southernmost part of the desert, within the territory of the Shanshu clan."

Then he looked at the location again and guessed at the big map: "Although I have never been to these three or four places, they should be all in the Lake Blue Hermit Crab Grassland. But it is the territory of the tribal barbarians. Why did Lord Shafulin go to explore there?"

There are seven marks on the sand table map in total, one of which is closest to us. According to the orientation, it should indicate the land under our feet, and it seems that it should be our coordinates.

How could it be so coincidental that there is an anchor point under our feet?

The other four barbarian territory, which Eaton mentioned, had to go south from us along the trade route and cross a deserted and extremely arid desert to reach the grassland. If there were no professional guides to guide the way, it would be only a matter of time before the entire army was wiped out.

There are two more, one near the Arctic ice fields.

According to Fatty, there is a world of ice and snow that will last for thousands of years. Except for a few space outposts, in order to avoid harassment, they forcibly set up scientific research bases with technology. No faction has ever been crazy enough to settle there.

There shouldn't be any unlucky guy who traveled there, right?

The last one is on an island in the sea. It is extremely difficult to cross it. In the past, it would fall into the vicious circle of "finding the target - grab the ship - failed to grab the ship - continue to look for the target". Unless I am Kublai Khan plays the word "repeat" - Hu Buli, I will do such a very low-cost-performance thing again.

I held the torch high and said to my subordinates, "This time we will change our thinking and no longer fight in large groups. I will lead a very small number of people southward in a while, looking for roads and clues, minimize movement and be prepared to inform you all."

Eaton took the initiative to stand up and said, "Sir, I can accompany you!"

I shook my head: "The Counter Lightning Army needs you to continue training and take the opportunity to train these veterans who have seen blood into an army, so you are not suitable to be dispatched."

I pointed at the fat man again: "So too."

The fat man said with emotion: "I didn't expect that I was so important in the hearts of adults... I must stay and raise supplies..."

I shook my head and said, "Don't get me wrong. You can't beat you and don't recognize the way. It's better to take the lead in the pig than to take you on the way - the pig is still roasted when it's hungry, and you will only waste food."

Fatty: "..."

I looked at the bald man who worked as a part-time second light source, "What do you think is that you are the only one left? Come with me and find out where these marking points are."

A trace of solemnity suddenly flashed across the bald man's face: "Sir, I have a request, I don't know if it's said..."

“But it’s okay to let it go.”

"...I want to explore the way forward for you and walk this path alone." He sighed, "I originally thought I had seen through my own life and death. But in the battle, when I saw the life and death of soldiers, I still gave me confusion and fear. My heart is now full of confusion, just like a moth separated by lights, but separated by glass... I hope that after walking this path, I can find some hope of enlightenment."

This is because of the difference between theory and practice, which leads to being trapped in the obstruction of knowledge and views? As expected, practicing the two great masters of Nietzsche and Sakyamuni can easily become possessed. If he is not as crazy as Nietzsche, he can only learn from Buddhism and find a breakthrough in asceticism.

"Go, then you can go to the Shanshu clan first, the road behind depends on the situation."

I agreed with the bald man.

Hearing us discussing the way to the tribe, the fat man also came up to provide advice and said, "Sir, if you want to go, you can bring two slaves on the boat! I just investigated that the slaves on the boat were all arrested. Except for some valuable technicians, many of the remaining are tribes from the Lake Blue Hermit Crab Grassland!"

He said this and thumped his palm and said excitedly: "By the way, I should have called them here just now to explain the distribution of the tribes to facilitate us to choose the route! I heard that there are many cannibals in the indigenous tribes, so I have to be careful..."

I thought it made sense, and then asked, "Oh, which tribe do they come from? The dietary structure does not include Homo sapiens, right?"

The fat man recalled with great difficulty: "It seems to be called...Brown Pond Tribe? It should be this name..."

...Brown Pool Tribe?!!!
Chapter completed!