Without water, it was impossible to keep going.
In the desert, if one wanted to travel, water was essential. Going without food was not too serious; one could endure it for a while. But without water, it was deadly.
At that moment, Duomaiti truly missed his camel.
When something like this happened, having a camel and not having one were entirely different matters.
Without a camel, they could only press forward at the risk of their lives. As long as they did not die before reaching the next water source, they could survive.
With a camel, it would be different. Even if they were terribly thirsty, they could draw some camel blood to meet their needs and continue onward. In the harshest circumstances, they could even kill the camel for meat.
In any case, in the desert, as long as one had a camel, there was hope of survival.
Unfortunately, they had none now. They could only fantasize about it.
Zhou Ke turned to Duomaiti and asked, "Duomaiti, how far is the next water source from here?"
After thinking for a moment, Duomaiti said, "If we follow the route all the way back to the supply station, there are no water sources along the way. This route is relatively remote, so few people travel it. Naturally, there are no water sources."
In recent years, because the country had vigorously developed the region and built a highway through the desert, most supplies were now transported along that desert road.
As a result, most desert travel routes had gradually been abandoned. The water-source supply points that once existed in the desert had also fallen into disuse because no one maintained them.
But this time, they had come looking for Xiye Ancient City, which was far off the desert highway—practically in the opposite