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In front of them there was a long, gentle slope with cliffs on both sides. The cliff is not high, stretching for several miles from west to east, and is covered with snowflakes.

Xiang Yiming reined in the horse, he knew this. This is a long and narrow path from the Pudan grassland to Qufu, called "Changge". Every year, except in winter, the cliffs are flanked by lush old pines, which stretch to the end of the cliffs.

With a slender whistling sound in the cold wind, Xiang Yiming's hand holding the reins was cold, and the overlord knife at his waist struck on the iron armor, making a monotonous sound.

It was getting dark, but it was white.

"Send scouts to scout quickly, we must surprise each other tonight. Xiang Yiming raised his hand and waved it forward.

Dozens of soldiers immediately rushed out of the gentle slope, their legs shallow into the snow, and there was a "click" sound as they ran.

Most of the outposts that came back were the vanguard of the Chu army that they encountered, and they were deliberately put back, which must have been a shocking and anesthetic effect. If the Shang evil of the Lu State was in trouble, Xiang Yiming did not think that the Chu army would attack him again. The most resourceful way to do this is to concentrate your forces and break down the Shang Evil front with lightning power, and then push the show towards him.

The wind and snow were heavy, which made Peng Chu, who was in the rear, feel a little uneasy in his heart, and he stared at the scouts who were sent out to reconnoiter whether there were ambushes, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"General, no trace of the Chu army was found on either side of the cliff. The scout who had been sent out quickly ran back, kneeling on one knee in the snow, gasping for air.

"Let's go." When Xiang Yiming heard this, he pulled the reins and walked into the "Changge" with the array of troops.

"General Xiang, the snow is so heavy that the hooves of our war horses uphill will slip, and it's getting dark... You might as well ...."A tooth general who followed Xiang Yiming couldn't help the worry in his heart, he looked up at Xiang Yiming and lowered his head again, and the words were not finished.

"Why don't you do anything? It's too cold, and if you camp here, the soldiers will freeze to death. Xiang Yiming looked to the east, where the two armies were about to fight.

The tooth general licked his itchy lower lip and didn't say anything more. If you camp here, you will indeed freeze to death, and in the cold military career, the soldiers can only have a chance to survive if they grit their teeth and keep walking.

"Let's go!" Xiang Yiming turned his head and sighed, he didn't know that after the war between Chu and Lu was over, how many soldiers behind him would still be alive.

...........

Changge is ten miles away.

Thousands of snow nests are irregularly hidden under the white snow, and unsuspecting soldiers and horses may be twisted when they step on them.

More than 3,000 white-clothed Chu soldiers were wrapped in thick white sheepskins, and they lay their whole bodies in front of the snow nest, staring at them stoically and motionlessly.

The cold on the snow made them feel as if their entire body bones had been swallowed up, and the pain made them tingle. Their cowhide boots were covered with hay, but they couldn't stop being cold.

One of the soldiers at the front had purple lips and looked at a stout man next to him, "I said, it's getting dark." Why haven't the enemy troops come yet. If this continues, the enemy army has not yet come, and our brothers will freeze to death, so there is no need to fight. ”

The man in front of him was a partial general, the commander of the mission.

"Fan Shen, you fucking shut up Lao Tzu, after this battle, we will take the reward money and go home. The general turned his head, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, glared at Fan Shen with his eyes, and pressed the hilt of the knife on his waist. His own heart is also hanging, as Fan Shen said, if the people of the Youming Legion don't come again, their group of people should be frozen to death.

Thinking of this, the young general regretted a little in his heart, thinking that it was also a very comfortable thing to be in the fields at the beginning, and he should not bring the villagers out for the sake of the "powerful".

When Fan Shen heard this, he pursed his lips and looked forward again, but his eyes shrank.

There seemed to be a faint glow of fire three hundred meters away from them, and if you listened carefully, you could hear the whistling of the horses.

"Boss, is someone from the Youming Legion coming?" A mouthful of saliva was swallowed by Fan Shen, he stretched out his hand and gently touched the general beside him, but his body trembled slightly.

"Well, it should come. The general looked at the fellow villagers who came out with him next to him, and he stretched out his hand to press the other party's shoulder, "There is nothing to be afraid of, the living should not be afraid of their opponents!"

"Hmm." Fan Shen nodded, tensed his teeth and looked forward, the weapon in his hand getting tighter and tighter. Behind and around him there was a faint rustling of snow falling from the fleece covered by the soldiers.

Maybe it was too cold, maybe they were too scared, they were all shaking slightly.

The Youming Legion, which had just walked out of "Changge", had already taken the horse bell under all the war horses, and the infantry army was leading the team with torches in front.

"Stop." Xiang Yiming looked at the dark patch in front of him, he tightened the reins, turned his head sideways and commanded Peng Chu, "Go and find the outpost that was put back." ”

"Okay." Peng Chu stared at Xiang Yiming's face exposed in the faint firelight, he nodded, quickly turned over and dismounted, and ran quickly towards the back of the queue.

Seeing a large faint fire that suddenly fell from a distance of one or two hundred meters, their nerves tightened, and their hands holding the weapons rubbed together to make a "rattling" sound, and their whole bodies stiffened.

"Boss, has the Youming Legion noticed us, should we hurry... Run!" Fan Shen was frightened by the action of the Youming Legion, even in the cold wind, his already stiff calves still twitched one after another.

"Bastard, before the battle starts, you want to escape, and the general knows that it is a capital crime!" The general turned his head and gave Fan Shen an ear scraper with his hand, "In such a night, we are covered with sheepskin, how can the enemy find us."

The general is a battle-hardened veteran, he was not frightened by this sudden scene, and his eyes are still sharp.

"So how did they... Why don't you move?" Fan Shen felt that the side of his face was being fanned hot, as if there was a fire burning him. He shrunk his head and couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know." The general looked back, looking at the fire in the distance, and he lowered his voice, "Wait, to live is to learn to wait, isn't it?"