In the afternoon, sure enough, the goose feather snow flakes fell flutteringly, and when the twilight rose, the wind also blew, but with a cup of tea, the goose feather snow flakes became a thin blade to cut people's skin. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The wind spirit sat in the tent with Mao Yu in her arms, and the weather locked her hands and feet, making it impossible for her to make any plans. The two slave girls carefully spread charcoal and tea in the tent, but even the charcoal fire was defeated by the cold in the snowstorm, and in any case they could not gather much heat, and the copper kettle on the charcoal fire had been put aside for a long time, and the tea had not been seen.

The iron chain around the neck of the rich man outside the tent sounded uneasily, and Feng Ling privately guessed that it was about Helu's enemy, but this huge snowstorm hurried home. He was upset in the camp, and she waved her hand impatiently at the two slave girls: "Let's go, let's go, I can't warm up." ”

As soon as the slave girl saluted her, the rich man barked wildly outside, and unlike the warning whispers of the living when they approached, he was so excited that he wanted to break free from the chains and rush out.

Feng Ling's ears are very good, and he can hear the panic outside the tent in a few breaths. The iron weapons clashed, more and more firelight swayed, and leather boots mixed with the horse's hooves. Soon this sudden chaos spread to the wind spirit tent not far away, and the torches swaying around pierced the rushing embarrassed figures on the tent, as if they were performing a shadow puppet show in chaos.

The two slave girls were so frightened that they didn't dare to step out of the felt tent, nor did they dare to ask questions to the wind spirit, and they looked at each other and hesitated.

Suddenly, someone outside was running and shouting a person's name, speaking in Turkic language, and although it was a little awkward to fall into the ears of the wind spirit, it was enough to arouse the violent heartbeat in her chest.

She left the two slave girls, stepped towards the tent door in a few steps, and slammed the woolen felt tent hanging on the door, and the cold, sharp snowflakes cut at her cheeks like countless small blades, and she listened intently to the cries of the Turkic soldiers in the howling wind and the barking of the rich.

Yes, they were calling for help, and in a panic they were concentrating all the troops in the camp to rush to the rescue. Someone else mentioned the name of the person she had caught in her ear, only to hear someone in the pile of Turkic soldiers shouting: "The Great Khan has been attacked on a hunting expedition in the Trolla River!" Delay and set up an ambush! Go and save the Great Khan! ”

The sound of scolding and scolding was endless, and many people refused to believe it, and refuted it one by one, which was nothing more than saying that in such a stormy and snowy weather, the Tang army's march was still difficult, how could it be possible to run 200 miles overnight and raid the Great Khan.

Feng Ling pinched her other hand with one hand, and a heat surged in her eyes, she couldn't believe that Tang Jun dared to rush straight over against the wind and snow, the reason for attacking him unpreparedness was good, but it was almost impossible to do.

She held her breath and listened attentively for a while, the drums of the camp were beaten loudly, and the name of Fu Yanyan seemed to startle the Turks in the rumbling drums, and after a while, the Turks left the camp one after another.

The howling of the wind and snow returned to the messy camp, but it lost most of its majesty, and the snow flakes on his face were not as sharp as they had been. She woke up from a dream, sniffed, and turned to untie Dafu's chains from the stakes in front of the tent.

She could not find out where the river was, but it could be discerned from the shouts of the Turkic soldiers, it was not far from here, and after the Turkic soldiers had passed, they would open up an easy path for her in the snow, and the soldiers and horses had just passed, and the wolves and beasts did not dare to haunt them. Walking down this path is the place where Fu Yanyan and Helu fought to the death.

Feng Ling didn't dare to know which side would win, she only knew that if Fu Yan was defeated, Helu would never let him live, she had to rush to Fu Yanyan's side immediately, and she would go with him in life and death.

She shook off the chains and led Dafu into the snow, Dafu understood human nature, as if knowing her determination at this moment, he clung to her legs, and did not fall a single step.

The Turkic soldiers rode much faster than hers, and the wind spirit walked almost exhausted with her belly in her arms, and if it hadn't been for the strength of Dafu, she would have fallen in the snow den many times.

In the middle of the night, the wind stopped and the snow stopped, and the surroundings were dark, and the hands and feet of the wind spirit were cold and stiff, and there were some pine oil torches abandoned by the Turkic soldiers scattered on the roadside.

Further on, there were more and more torches scattered all over the ground, Dafu refused to move forward, his nose arched on the ground and kept sniffing, and the wind spirit cheered up and looked around, lonely and dark, without hearing a trace of movement.

The chain around Dafu's neck suddenly slipped away from her hand, and she jumped forward in a "Hachihachi", and the wind spirit followed closely and stepped forward, climbing a small slope with a slower terrain. In a dozen eyes, the scene below the slope scared her out of her body.

But I saw a lot of firelight scattered under the small slope, and the unfinished flags were burned, and the torches that burned into one piece reflected the snow under the slope into a patch of red, like a sea of fire. Take a closer look, where the red on the snow is reflected by the firelight, it is clear that it has seeped into a large area of blood.

Feng Ling's head was empty and dazed, the situation in front of him was clearly just after the vicious battle, and he couldn't see how the victory or defeat was, his eyes were full of bloody light from the corpse, and there was a bloody aura suppressed by the cold of the sect.

She staggered down the slope with a torch, the snow melted with the hot blood, and the cold froze, and the closer she got to the bodies, the more slippery the ground became. The wind spirit carried his robe, carefully resting between the bloody corpses.

Among these people were Turks and Tang soldiers, and the bloody qi rushed straight into her nose, but she didn't bother to find a piece of yarn to cover her mouth and nose, clenched her teeth, and trembled with torches to identify those desperate or hideous or painful, but lifeless faces. I was horrified to see the face she recognized, but I couldn't stop looking.

Suddenly, an outstretched hand grabbed her ankle, causing her to fall to the ground with a scream of surprise, and sit straight on another stiffening corpse. She suppressed her panicked heart, stood up boldly, and crouched beside the man who grabbed her ankle.

The man was wearing Tang Bing's clothes, although it was tattered, and she could recognize it as a captain's uniform, she tore a piece of cloth casually, wiped the blood stains on his face roughly, and the face revealed was indeed a captain she recognized. She called softly in a trembling voice: "Captain Sun...... Captain, what is going on here? ”

The hand that was still slightly angry moved slightly, and the wind spirit looked down at his hand, only to see a silver helmet pressed under his hand. She dragged the silver helmet out from under his arm, and it was suddenly discolored at a glance, it was a silver helmet that was delayed, and she wiped and cared for it every time before and after the war, which was all too familiar.

She grabbed the lieutenant and changed her tone: "Where is General Yan?" Where is he? ”

The captain's breath was really weak, he only turned his head, turned his head to the side, and let out a breath in his mouth, and then stopped moving, no matter how Feng Ling shook and called him, it was useless.