Three days later.

On the Gobi Desert in a certain part of the Western Regions, the sun was extremely vicious, and the baked earth was like a steamer.

A Qingtianguard shook the kettle hard, but only a few pitiful drops of water dripped from the kettle. He pursed his lips with difficulty, and his throat was as dry as if it was cut by a knife.

After breaking through for three days, the pursuers were thrown away, but the team lost their direction and could only spin in the endless desert. For three days, the water and food had been consumed.

"Take it." Zhou Jian handed out his kettle.

Seeing this, the Qingtian Guard was flattered and bowed his head repeatedly: "Your Majesty, this... is not thirsty for humble duties!"

"If you let you drink it, you can drink it!" Zhou Jian stuffed it into his hand without any airs. You must know that even the queen could not drink the same pot of water as the emperor in this era, but he took the initiative to give his kettle to his subordinates.

The Qingtianwei's eyes were red with gratitude: "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Zhou Jian took a deep breath, pursed his dry mouth, then squinted his eyes and looked up at the vicious sun in the sky, and couldn't help but curse: "It's hot during the day and cold at night. This shitty desert is really not a place for people to stay!"

Yang Wei stepped forward, his face was extremely red and he opened his chest: "Your Majesty, it's not a solution to go on like this. If you continue like this, you have to eat sandworms. The dew we collect with a knife at night is only enough for one morning, and it's all up to the hard work in the afternoon."

Master Ku frowned and said, "But we are lost. From yesterday to today, we seem to be wandering around in the same place!"

Upon hearing this, all the Qingtian Guards looked dark, and they lost their direction in the desert, which meant death!

"It would be great if I knew the direction." Someone said.

Suddenly, Zhou Jian suddenly remembered something, compass!

"Are there any sewing needles?" He suddenly shouted with an extremely urgent expression. As the King of Soldiers in his previous life, making a simple compass in the wild was simply a pediatrician, and he actually forgot about this!

Everyone was stunned and surprised. What should I do if I sew a stitch?

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you. Finally, a Qingtian Guard took out a sewing needle. It was a little rough, but it was serious iron.

"Find another leaf, and use a ceramic bowl to hold half a bowl of water. It can take us out of this ghost place!" He shouted again.

Upon hearing this, the Qingtian Guards did not dare to hesitate and immediately did as they did, and soon the things were collected.

Zhou Jian knelt on the ground, picked up the sewing needle and rubbed it hard on his hair to make it magnetic. This is the most critical step for the simple compass.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

"Can this thing take us out of the desert?" Yang Wei looked afraid to question and swallowed his saliva. He was well-informed, but he had never heard of this thing before.

"Of course!" Zhou Jian said confidently: "This is called a compass."

He did not explain too much. After they heard the principle of this, it was no different from the Heavenly Book.

"Compass?" Everyone surrounded him, and there was an uproar, but their eyes gradually became expectant. They had unconditional trust in Zhou Jian.

Zhou Jian rubbed the sewing needle on his hair for a long time, then put the leaves in the water, and finally carefully placed the sewing needle on it, half in the water and half on the leaves, and then waited quietly, everyone watched it tightly.

I saw a magical scene happening!

The sewing needle began to rotate slowly, you must know that there was no wind at this moment.
Chapter completed!