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Chapter 220: A Useless Snack's Desert Survival Story (Part 2)
In spring, the desert is mostly still barren.

The rolling sand dunes, swaying in the spring breeze, dazzled the eye.

On the edge of the desert oasis, one can occasionally see camel thorn, reed, saxaul, sand onion, and tamarisk.

This is the most comfortable season of the year, with mild daytime temperatures.

However, after only two days, several spoiled brats who had just had their leg bones set were already so swollen and red that they could no longer walk.

They found no ponds or any edible prey along the way.

Hungry and thirsty.

I don't even have the strength to speak.

A fire was burning in my throat.

It can spit out a mouthful of sand when it opens its mouth.

They initially held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that the woman might be watching them from nearby.

That same night, the baby-faced playboy developed a fever and started talking nonsense due to external injuries, and the other party still did not show up.

They knew then that this was the end for them.

There was no rescue.

No one knows what they are going through now.

They can't rely on anyone but themselves to get out of the desert.

The second night camping in the desert.

A bunch of useless snacks huddled together in a ball.

It wasn't that they had a particularly good relationship, but rather that the temperature in the desert was quite low at night.

If you don't stick together, you'll get sick from the cold.

Where is the former unruly and arrogant demeanor?

They're all pitiful now.

The youngest of the spoiled brats finally couldn't hold back any longer.

She began to sob softly:

"Waaaaah, how far have we been thrown? We've been walking for two days and we still haven't seen Mount Junma! I'm so scared, I'm afraid I'll die in this sandy land."

"You coward, what are you afraid of! This must be the closest desert to Junma Mountain! The desert is on the east side of Junma Mountain, if we keep going west, we'll definitely find our way back!"

"But we need to eat and drink before we go back, right? We can barely endure being hungry for two days and two nights, but if we still can't find food and water by tomorrow, I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."

I'm afraid I'll become a corpse in the desert!

Eating, drinking, and having fun have always been the main activities of these playboys.

If they get serious...

And you know what? Their ideas were all incredibly ambitious.

"We don't have to focus on small animals for food; wild vegetables are good too! Tomorrow, let's look for some green leaves and tender shoots, and fill our stomachs a little so we won't be so hungry!"

"What about water? Ang is dying of thirst!"

"It's not that there's no other way, I'm just afraid you'll find it disgusting!"

"What kind of time is this to be so particular? The most important thing is to survive!"

"Well, Ang said that yesterday when Ang was peeing, he was thinking that pee is also water. Except for the smell, it is indeed water!"

"Ugh! You, you!"

Upon hearing this, the group of spoiled brats felt something churning in their stomachs, but they were trying their best to hold it in.

The spoiled brat who had just come up with the idea shouted:

"Are you afraid of disgust when faced with life and death? Anyway, I've already decided that if I can't find water by tomorrow, I'll drink my own urine! You can just wait to die of thirst!"

"Ugh!" "Ugh!"

"vomit"

"Hold on, hold on! You'll be even hungrier if you throw up!"

The dozen or so spoiled brats, with tears in their eyes, swallowed back their vomit.

Zhao Rui, the eldest young master who had been silent for two days with a gloomy face, pointed at the fat rat not far away and said through gritted teeth:
"I heard that prairie rat meat is edible! Does that white one look familiar? If we catch it, we can live a few more days!"

Nothing can ignite people's enthusiasm more than eating meat!

"It was it! It was the one that bit off General Blackbeard's horse's leg bone! Ang must kill it! Ang and the others are in such a terrible state because of it!"

"Yes, yes, kill that man-eating rat!"

The spoiled brats, one by one, were eager to get started, pooling all their brain cells, and finally came up with a few reliable plans to catch the mouse.
The young masters of Huaiqing Prefecture were completely outmaneuvered by King Atu in the vast desert.

When they were hungry, they would eat grass roots and tender leaves to fill their stomachs, and every day they had to force themselves to drink their own urine while enduring nausea.
The story goes back to the morning after Gan Minglan took action.

More than a dozen young masters from prominent families in Huaiqing Prefecture disappeared in the guest courtyard of the General's Mansion, even though they were seriously injured.

The entire General's Mansion was thrown into chaos.

Through a series of piecing together information from the young masters' personal servants, Gan Minglan was listed as a prime suspect by the steward of the General's Mansion.

They have a grudge, and they're capable!
Who else could it be if not her?
The steward naturally knew how important Captain Gan was to Biancheng, so he didn't dare to directly confront the people at No. 36 Courtyard.

All they could do was cry and scream as they went to Deputy Commander Xiong, begging him to help them find the young master.

"It's the Jade-Faced Rakshasa, it must be her! First, Young Master Wang snatched her child, and then he came to her door and gave the young masters a good beating! And that's not all, she even kidnapped the young masters! Deputy Commander Xiong, you must take good care of this matter."

Of course we should manage it.

Beating someone and kidnapping someone are two different things.

Gan Minglan was soon approached by Xiong's personal guards.

Once inside the military camp tent, she readily admitted her guilt:
“These spoiled brats disregard the laws of Bei and human life! Physical pain cannot make them repent, so I will naturally find them a good place where they will regret their actions!”

Hearing the other party's gritted teeth and sharp words, Deputy Commander Xiong felt a headache coming on: "Captain Gan, is the Marquis's eldest son in there?!"

Gan Minglan nodded: "Don't worry, I've already sent the Gratitude Rat to protect them. I can absolutely guarantee their safety, but they have to endure some hardship!"

Deputy Commander Xiong knew that if he didn't let this young lady vent her anger, the matter wouldn't be over.

He covered his cheek and asked curiously, "What kind of suffering are you going to make them endure?"

Gan Minglan pointed in the direction of the desert:
"Of course, it's about making them realize that when they easily decided the life and death of others, their lives were as insignificant as ants in the eyes of those who were more powerful! Even ants try to survive, so let's see how they manage to live!"

"The Great Desert?" Deputy Commander Xiong was almost suffocating.

The desert beyond the Great Wall belongs to the Southern Mongolian territory, and the border troops cannot easily leave the pass without military orders.

And the desert is so vast, how can a dozen people search for it?

Sensing his deep worry, Gan Minglan's expression turned cold and solemn:

“Deputy Commander, human potential is limitless! The Marquis’s eldest son is still too weak to lift a finger at this age. How can he uphold the honor of the Ningyang Marquis’s mansion when he comes of age? Spoiling a child is like killing him!”

Xiong Zhen was so shocked by Captain Gan's last words, "Spoiling a child is like killing a child," that he couldn't recover for a long time.

The Marquis often talked with him late at night, and when they talked about their two sons and one daughter, they were mostly filled with melancholy.

While proud of his legitimate daughter, he lamented on several occasions that he had no successor.

The big ones were ruined.

The smaller one is still too small.

They are stationed on the border year-round, so they really can't get involved in anything related to their own lives.

So, is Captain Gan helping General Zhao take care of his child?!

Gan Minglan: Very good, she held onto the moral high ground!
(End of this chapter)