Snow covered with bows

"Wow..." Countless fine and rhythmic rustling sounds intertwined, as if the waves were striking on the shore, as if the flowing water was gurgling. The occasional thumping sounds of collisions and scratching sounds that made people's teeth sore were all covered in it.

Only thousands of snowboards can have such momentum when they move at the same time.

"It's so satisfying, so happy. I never even dreamed of running in the snow one day faster than a horse. Haha, Brother Qi, isn't this the legendary snow-treading without trace?" Shi Wenbo laughed loudly. There have been too many changes over the past year, but the pleasure at the moment is what impressed him the most. It can only be compared with the victory in Yingzhou.

"Tsk, just say you haven't seen the world, right? What's that? The news from the capital a few days ago, the emperor and the marquis flew to the sky once! That's a way to fly and hide from the earth. Compared to Xue Wuhen, it's simply weak."

Liu Qi curled his lips disdainfully and said, "And Wenbo, please lower your voice. We are raiding. Do you know that the attack is going to attack the Tartars off guard. When you shouted in your gong, you heard it twenty miles away, and it's not a surprise attack!"

"Isn't it the same for a strong attack? Brother Qi, look at how heavy the snow is! Even if you don't have a knee, can the Tartars still get on the horse? Even if you have it, the horse can't run. Without the horse, the Tartars are just a group of goods to be slaughtered." Although their identities have changed, Shi Wenbo still had a bandit-like accent as soon as he spoke.

"It's better to be careful. Even if you must win, a surprise attack can reduce casualties. Don't forget that if you clear the set goal in advance, you can continue to advance north. If you want to chase the light cavalry, the snow is covered with bows and swords. I heard that the Tatar king's tent is in Tumochuan, so maybe we have the chance to catch a Khan to play."

Liu Qi said endlessly yearningly, and then he remembered something again, clenched his fists and said hatefully: "Last time in Yingzhou, Sanniang and a woman were snatched the first. He really lost all the face of a Shandong hero. This time he said he would take the first prize."

"Oh, Brother Qi is right!" The team of people led by Liu Qi were the mountain cavalry that gave the little prince a headache that day. His words were just in the hearts of the heroes, and it aroused a response howling of wolf.

...

In the direction where Liu Qi and others were moving forward, it was a medium-sized tribe of thousands of people.

People often use the gathering and dispersing Zitagata to describe the style of the grassland people using military service. In fact, this is a military strategy, but a habit they developed during their nomadic career. The grassland has fewer products and long winters. If the tribe is too large, it will be difficult to ensure supply.

Except for the royal tent that enjoys worship of all parties, which is an exception, most of the other tribes maintain a small scale and are scattered on the vast grasslands. They will only gather together when there is war.

The surrounding environment of this tribe is also good, with mountains and waters. Although Anguli Nao has ice, as long as the ice is chiseled, the fish they catch are still very fat, and they are lucky and can even catch large fish more than two feet.

Moreover, because their position is relatively south, it is considered the front line against the Ming army, so it must maintain a certain combat power. When the Ming army invaded, it can fight and retreat, so the scale is relatively large, and there are nearly two thousand warriors.

The cold wind blew, the snow was falling, and the heavy snow turned the yurts into white. The ice and snow reflected the light of the bonfire, illuminating the night sky with a bright light. A peaceful and quiet atmosphere enveloped Anguli Nao, and most of the herdsmen had fallen asleep.

The superiors are working hard. Sometimes, this is pretty good. When most people are resting, there are still a group of people in the largest yurt, discussing something around the brazier. If you don’t look at their red faces and the wine bags in your hands, it is easy to misunderstand that they are worried about the future of the tribe, but in fact, they are just celebrating.

Although more than a dozen people gathered, they didn't laugh loudly. After all, the tribe was in trouble and there was not enough food to eat. It is rare to imagine how rare wine is that when most people are hungry, gathering people to drink is not something worth showing off.

However, after being worried for so long, I finally waited for the heavy snow to block the road. This year of despair was finally over. I would be sorry for this rare feeling if I didn’t celebrate it.

"Hmm? Have you heard any sound?" While drinking, one of them moved his expression and his ears trembled twice. He turned his head to listen to the south, and his face showed a solemn look.

"Yesuge, are you too concerned? Although there are still many people who are dissatisfied with Wusuhan now, no one will risk the anger of public anger. Now our shepherd's number one enemy is the Ming people, who dares to kill each other?"

"Yes, before the snow fell, the Ming army in Yehu Ridge had no information about movement. Didn't you find it back by yourself? You still don't believe that you can't? It took three days for the snow, and you and your men barely rushed back on horseback. The Ming army set out later than you. Even the cavalry are trapped in the middle of the way. Could it be that they can still fly?"

"Yes, you should take a break, Bielu Khan, Yesu should be the eagle of our tribe. You are so tired. You are so nervous when you hear the wind. No, you can't do it."

"Everyone said it well. Thanks to Yesuke and others, we can ensure the safety of our Lumen. Come on, everyone will treat Yesuke to you together."

Belu is a middle-aged man with broad ears in his face. This kind of face is an official in the Ming Dynasty and has extra points for the Jinshi exam. He also speaks quite well. If he shaves off his beard on his face and changes his clothes, it is probably someone who believes that he is the prefect of the Ming Dynasty.

The atmosphere suddenly became warm when he was inspired. The shepherds responded in unison, then raised their wine bags and drank them. The leader said, Yesu should not dare to neglect them, and the wine was also very attractive to him. Besides, what the tribesmen said made sense. The Ming army was not a real heavenly soldier and general, so how could it appear here at this time?

"What a great wine!" People in the bitter and cold place for a long time, the people on the grassland have a good alcohol tolerance. Within a few breaths, the wine bag in the hands of the fastest drinkers became weak.

The man wiped his mouth with unsatisfactory satisfaction and burped: "After dealing with so many years, I really didn't realize that Urrya is really authentic in his work. He even knows to send wine to honor his sweat. Without this wine, how can he live in the snow? It's so good that Huadang is still a little bit angry. This wine is too little and not enough to drink."

"Barry, I want you to drink enough of this wine jar. Even if the water in Anguli Nao is turned into wine, that's not enough. Do you think?" Someone took the lead, and everyone started to make fun of it.

"But it's strange, what is Huadang's intention to do? He said he was willing to unite? Then just send wine to the tent. Why should every tribe greet you? Could it be that he wants to win over us and seize the Khan's position?"

"Tsk, it's not his turn. In terms of bloodline, they can't even get along with Genghis Khan's side. In terms of strength, they can't even win our Usu tribe, let alone the entire Tatar tribe?"

"But, have you ever thought about it..."

Yesuo did not join the discussion at the beginning. The topic was just to vent his idle talk after drinking. He squatted in the wild for several months. He didn't have the intention or energy to participate. However, after listening for a while, he suddenly moved his heart and asked, "Where did Urianha come from so much wine? How could there be no food if there is wine? Dahan wanted to sell food to them, but he didn't buy a grain of rice."

"..." A moment of silence.

Yesuge's tips are very good. The wine is made of grain. If there is insufficient food, how many people will make wine? The three guards of Duoyan have really given a lot of wine. Tribes like the Lu tribe allocated dozens of barrels. How much will the whole Tatar be added together? What amount of grain is needed?

I sent so much wine for free but refused to sell food. The taste here seems to be a little wrong, right?

"Maybe, they bought it from the Ming Dynasty? I heard that their relationship with the Ming army in Liaodong is quite good..." After a long time, a weak voice came from the crowd.

"Send wine? I have a good relationship with the Ming army?" Belu was the leader after all, and his reaction was very fast. He quickly connected the clues, and his face turned pale. "No, Huadang may have committed suicide by joining the Ming army and plotting against us!"

In a shocked gaze, Belu slapped the table and wanted to get up. As soon as he exerted his strength, he realized that his feet were soft and his head began to dizzy. The wine tasted soft, but the momentum was really not small. After standing several times, he didn't stand up. He couldn't help but feel anxious. He raised his hand and pointed at his most sober and capable subordinate, "Yesuge, go quickly..."

"Boom!" Before the sentence was finished, a rumbling sound suddenly came from outside, as if an avalanche on the snow mountain had collapsed. Accompanied by the roar, there was a sound like the sound of wind, which was more violent and louder than the cold wind. The most terrifying thing is that there seemed to be a series of jingles in these sounds!

This is the sound that makes Belu feel most familiar, because it is the sound of metal collision. At this time, such movement only means one thing, that is...

"Enemy attack!" Yesuge, who had already rushed out of the tent, made a hissing cry, awakening the entire tribe and verifying Belu's guess.

"Not good, there are enemies!"

"Where did the enemy come from this time?"

"Don't worry about that much, fight them!"

The noise outside was heard one after another. It was obvious that the awakened shepherds realized the current situation and were preparing to resist.

"Barry, there is an enemy coming, what are you, the centurion, and you trash, get up!"

But what makes people despair is that except Yesuge, the other leaders are drunk. Belu struggles to stand up, but none of them can be pulled up. In the end, his crying is already in tears, but a group of drunkards are even drunk and scared, and their bodies are soft. Not to mention fighting, I may not even be able to tell the difference between the east, south, west and north when I go out.

There was very little time left for Belu, and the noisy sound soon disappeared, replaced by neat and loud cry, and dull blades entering the body, just like the sound of the shepherds slaughtering cattle and sheep.

It's over! Bilu's dizzy mind suddenly woke up, and the wisest thought of the night flashed through.
Chapter completed!