Data Wasteland

In the morning, when the military generals of the major tribes in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia were arguing endlessly in the chief's tent whether to hold on or withdraw, a package was delivered to the chief.

As the guards took out the items in the package one by one and placed them on the table, perhaps the content was too shocking, the voices of the debate gradually disappeared, and it was frighteningly quiet.

First is a pair of golden machetes, the hilts are inlaid with precious stones, the shape is gorgeous and simple, the blades shimmer and emit a captivating blue light.

Everyone present recognized this pair of scimitars. Not long ago, it also cut off the heads of two enemy legends.

Then there is a chest cloth, which is commonly used by desert women, but the material is a bit special. It is woven from the molten silk of the abyss. It is invulnerable to swords, guns, water and fire.

Then, there was a piece of torn white silk cloth.

It was as precious as the material of the chest cloth, but it was torn from it, and it was stained with transparent slime, exuding a foul smell.

The big chief's two character-horoscope eyebrows became deeper and deeper, and anyone could see what kind of bad luck the owners of these items had encountered.

In the end, the guard took out a small transparent glass bottle from the package.

The generals of the desert came over and saw a bright red, slightly twitching piece of meat in the small glass bottle.

At the request of the great chief, the medical officer brought in an instrument to scan the piece of meat.

Information about the piece of meat is quickly displayed on the screen of the instrument. Seeing the lines of bright green characters refreshed line after line, the medical officer's eyes widened in shock, his face gradually turned pale, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Because the screen shows:

Biological DNA information: Ashashiro

Tissue Components: Heart

The heart and soul of the desert mad snake was sent back, which is tantamount to a bolt from the blue for any Saudi.

"The God of Sand is on top!"

The generals knelt down one after another, grief, pain, shame, and great emotions enveloped the camp.

"Go to war, go to war!"

"A tooth for a tooth, blood for blood!" "Avenge for Ashaxiro!" "Let the pigs of the Red Country pay their debts with blood!"

"I swear, I will hang the Prime Minister of the Red Kingdom upside down on a cactus, and turn him into a mummified corpse in the sun!"

All of a sudden, the crowd surged, and everyone wanted to take up their weapons and rush out of the city to fight the enemy to the end.

However, the chieftain's expression became more and more depressed.

Of course.

He looked up at the dome, and after a long time, he sighed:

"well…"

He closed his eyes and said in an extremely sad voice, "We lost..."

"Let's face it, we, we..."

"Already lost!"

The volume suddenly increased.

"We've already lost!"

His voice trembled, and his tone changed due to excitement, revealing great unwillingness and grief.

"We've already lost!"

The great chief of the desert, Saladin IX, clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably.

After a while, he calmed down and said slowly:

"It's time to go back..."

"Go back to Dafang Continent."

"Use the last strength to protect our homeland."

The voice was calm, but full of unwavering strength.

"Great chief, no!"

"Eye of the Sandstorm", the most outstanding military genius in Dafang Continent, Aladdin Bassam knelt down heavily, and said sadly, "The time has not come yet, so don't withdraw troops hastily!"

"Once we lose the barrier of the city wall, the enemy will come like a wolf from all directions, tearing at our flanks and eating away at our army."

"The Sun of Seth is the patron saint of the desert people. As long as we persist until summer, the hottest time of the year is the time to regain control of the situation."

"The scorching sun and scorching heat will greatly delay the enemy's speed. At that time, it is the best time to withdraw!"

Aladdin Basham finished his plan in one breath, but Saladin IX did not follow his advice as usual, but shook his head vigorously.

"We're running out of time."

"Before the Lieyang returned to the earth, our homeland had already fallen."

"Our enemies will attack Bam, burn our city, and slaughter our people."

"so…"

"Even if we pay the heaviest price in the world, we must break out and go back to protect our country and people!"

"Sand God!" Aladdin Baseam objected loudly, "The price of breaking out is immeasurable!"

"It's even possible that the entire army will be wiped out!"

"A country that has lost its army is like a sand leopard that has lost its minions. What else can we do to protect it?"

Protect our land and people! "

"So Chief, please think twice!"

"You are right..." Saladin IX's eyes dimmed, "Eagle in the desert, you are right..."

"The cost of breaking out is incalculable."

"We will lose many loyal warriors, some, most, or all."

"But at least..."

"The people of the desert will know that their country has not abandoned them!"

"The people they respect, love, and admire have not forgotten them!"

"Thousands of years ago, in order to survive, the tribes in Dafangzhou killed each other, plundered each other, competed for pastures for cattle and sheep, and competed for women's wombs."

"And today, thousands of years later, we We have a unified, complete and united country, the great United Kingdom of the Gratamu Tribes!"

"Maybe we'll die on the way back."

"This is the tragedy bestowed on us by this era."

"But the people of the desert will not lose confidence in the country because of this."

"As long as all the tribes in the desert unite, one day we will come back here and conquer our enemies with machetes and courage!"

The words of the great chief made everyone fall into silence.

The meaning is very simple, as long as the sand people are united, the country will not perish, but the army guarding the country will watch their homes being invaded in order to protect themselves, and the people will lose confidence in the country. Even if armed force is preserved, the country is only in name only.

Aladdin Baseam, who was the first to wake up, knelt down and shouted loudly, "Long live the United Kingdom of the Gratamu Tribe, and long live the Great Chief!"

"The Sand God is above, my country will never be destroyed!"

"The Sand God above, the kingdom is eternal!"

The generals of all ethnic groups shouted, and the dull and gloomy atmosphere was gradually replaced by passion.

"Pass our military order!"

"All the tribes, all the legions, pack up, and set off to return home at the dawn of the third day!"

As the chief's order spread to all parts of the desert army, the core strategy of the kingdom changed from holding on to breaking out. Countless desert warriors put away their tents, piled their luggage and dry food on vehicles or carts, covered them with windproof cloths, tied windproof ropes, and waited quietly for the moment of departure.

With the dawn of the third day, a migration across half the continent kicked off.