In the early morning of the day when Xia Xiao and Wang Ling went to the western battlefield of Great Xia, outside Yancheng on the northern border, an army of 50,000 was ready to go, followed by the entire city of Yancheng, with more than 300,000 people. Although the two of them combined were extremely numerous, because of the reverence in their hearts and the weather, they did not speak, but just waited.

The soldiers, carrying bows and spears on their backs, straddling cold swords, and wrapped in thick clothes, all dismounted and looked south of the avenue like the people. This road leads to the dynasty and also to the steppe of the barbarians. And the people they are waiting for at this time will go from the Great Xia Dynasty to the Goulong Bang Clan.

There is a cold wind in the air, which brings chill and snot of soldiers and people, regardless of official position, regardless of status, in the face of such a situation, it is a handful of snot wiped. Some naughty children tore off their sleeves and wiped their snot on their sleeves, causing the parents who were holding him to beat his handboard, and after putting on the sleeves, they hurriedly looked south.

The cold wind caused many people's earlobes to crack, and the blood red among them was terrifying and pitiful to look at. But the people living in this world have long been surprised by this phenomenon, no one is squeamish, and the bones are as hard as this army, and they can't be broken even if they are constantly broken, and only when they are hammered into powder will they give up their thoughts. To compensate, the cold wind swept away their weariness so that they would not miss a second of opportunity to see the first church.

The first church is the benefactor of the Great Xia Dynasty, otherwise three years ago, the conspiracy of the Southern Merchants would have succeeded. Ordinary people don't understand the coincidence of timing, and they don't want to think about why the Nanshang Dynasty attacked at that time, but En is En, they have no ability to repay, but they can get up in the middle of the night without forcing them, wait at this time, and watch them later. But the cold is really cold, and the clothes can't withstand the cold.

Unlike the western part of the country, which is high, the northern part is cool because the cold air from the ice fields blows here. The whole Golong Bang clan is flat and flat, and the cold wind goes all the way down from the north to this place, making them taste the bitter winter in the early morning. Normally now, only the patrolling soldiers in Yancheng are in the candlelight, looking in the direction of the north, worried that a few wild beasts will rush to the barbarian grassland, or a team may attack.

Since the Church of the Leader joined the Great Xia Dynasty, both the Southern Shang and the Golong Bang Clan have stopped their large-scale attacks on Great Xia, but the attacks have continued, because they can completely blame this kind of thing on the unforgivable horse thieves. But when the first church joins the Golong Bang clan, even if they are no longer convinced by it, they will have to stop for a while. But they can only feel at ease if this army that has been guarding the northern border for many years sees the first church into the Golong Clan.

The southernmost part of the team is an old and a young general. The older one is middle-aged, with a calm temperament, but he also has the air of moving like a lion and shocking the world. His face looked extremely resolute in the light of the lantern in his hand, and the side of his face was like a knife, which could cut the barbarian and the southern merchants. And the young general next to him is inferior in comparison, but in the 50,000 army, he is also the one closest to a middle-aged general. Tiger fathers have no dogs, and they have been like this since ancient times!

Both generals were dressed in black armor, which was nothing special, not even the light armor of a soldier. It's not because they don't have the equipment, but because they are the strongest cultivators in the entire army, and they are all in the Venerable Realm and Fruit Realm! With this kind of strength, even if the strength of ordinary soldiers is extraordinary, arrows and swords can't get close to them. And these two, apart from Xia Jinghong and Xia Xu, who led the Xia family army to guard the northern border, who else could there be?

The cold wind penetrated into the placket of his clothes, drilling from his neck to all parts of his body, making Xia Xu tremble. When Xia Jinghong's adjutant saw this, he said with concern:

"Xu'er, go back and add a piece of clothing and put on a scarf. ”

Without waiting for Xia Xu to speak, Xia Jinghong said angrily:

"Leng also stood. ”

"I didn't want to go back. ”

The movements that ordinary soldiers and adjutants did not notice had been noticed by Xia Jinghong and Xia Xu. On the other side of the road, more than a dozen carriages appeared on the road, difficult to see because of the darkness of the night, and the breath was too heavy to perceive, but the majesty exuded from them was like a substance that made the soldiers and the people bend their waists.

This reaction is like an instinct, like when a person sees God, even if the latter does not ask for a salute, the former knows what kind of action he should take to show his respect, and he does not dare to be rude.

The carriage came slowly, although the vehicles were not small, and they were weaker than the posture of the merchants and nobles. But if you walk in the sky, the clouds make way for it, and the wind dragon goes with it.

As the carriage kept getting closer, Xia Jinghong looked at his tiptoe eyes and glanced at the passing carriage in front of him. This is not much different from the scene he saw outside Longgang back then, there is no human figure on the wheel, but there is a nine-meter dragon pulling the first car. The dragon whiskers fluttered, the dragon scales were shining, and the eyes glowing with spiritual light flashed brightly, illuminating the road ahead. The stones on the ground were covered with a layer of frost, almost like ice, but the wheels were not slippery, and the driving was not slow or fast.

Whether it was the dragon beast that led the cart or the other wild beasts pulling the cart, it was the dream of boys, and their eyes lit up when they secretly straightened their waists, but they were stunned in place, unable to get rid of the shock for a long time. Parents pressed their children's heads, and some children couldn't resist their parents, and their strength was not as good as theirs, so they had to bow their heads. But some of the children broke free from their parents' grasps and ran to the side of the crowd, casting a reverent gaze at the convoy, giving birth to a sacred faith that could not be blasphemed.

In the sky, the falcon makes a high-pitched chirping, and the simple carriage below floats in the cold wind with strips of prayer representing prayer. These strips of cloth are the great deeds of the first church, and every time they walk through a country, there is an extra one on them. Nineteen cars, cloth strips of colorful variety, some old and some new, but how many strips, most people do not remember.

The strips of cloth fluttered, and soon they were covered with ice and frost, but the people in the carriage did not shake because of the wind and snow, and the carriage did not even tilt in the slightest. They all quietly accepted the respect of the soldiers and people of the Great Xia Dynasty with the most serious faces, they had nothing to give to the church, and they couldn't look down on their own things, but this admiration heart, can't be stingy!

The people in the first church carriage made the last psychological preparations and comforts, hoping that the barbarian steppe would not be full of difficulties, and that everything would go well. The pope hasn't been away from the church for as long as he did since the founding of the Church, but they have to do a better job.

The cold wind of the early morning became warm under the breath of the first church, and in the warm air, the soldiers and the people still did not get up.

A person with a little kung fu, whether a soldier or a common man, whether a practitioner or an ordinary person, can judge the number of carriages by the sound of rut marks. And these nineteen carriages, passing in front of Xia Jinghong and Xia Xiao at an extremely slow speed, gave them an illusion that a long, long time had passed.