The snow continued unabated, and even tended to get heavier and heavier, and the thick snow began to make it difficult for the horses to move forward.

The cold wind blew from the grassland, like a knife mixed with snowflakes rolled up in the sky, and smashed on the faces of Ye Qing and the others who were completely frozen, making it extremely difficult for everyone to face the cold wind, and even open their eyes.

However, under such bad weather, the only thing that made Ye Qing feel relieved, or not worried, was that the war horse under his crotch was not tired because of such a snowy weather, and was still spewing coarse heat from his nostrils, and he was struggling to move forward.

Although the Mongolian horse is small in size, the reason why it can become an iron horse and a sharp weapon for galloping the hegemon of the Eurasian continent is entirely due to the hard-working characteristics of Mongolian horses.

Compared with the Western Xia horses or horses from other places, the endurance of Mongolian horses is far superior to other war horses, coupled with its short size to increase mobility and flexibility, as well as the characteristics of the Mongolian horseback people, so it can gallop Eurasia invincible, this short war horse can be said to be a great contribution.

But Ye Qing now had to start ordering the jailers of less than a hundred people to start killing horses, although there was still a distance of about ten miles from Lao Liu Tou and the others, but in Lin'an, who was accustomed to the wind and sunshine, after a fight, and then plunged headlong into the world of ice and snow, he was still a little uncomfortable.

Seeing the hunched and frozen figures that occasionally remained hunched from the horse's back and were frozen down from the horse's back, Ye Qing couldn't stop and began to kill the horse to collect blood, so as to add heat to the body.

More than a dozen war horses that neighed a few times in the snowy world struggled and slowly fell into the snow, the snow hole on the neck melted the snow under their feet, and the fishy smell of horse blood was "dug out" from the knife at the neck by the wooden jar in everyone's hands, pinched their noses and then poured down.

Then he quickly threw away the wooden jar in his hand, retched his throat full of fishy smell, and hurriedly grabbed the snow next to him and stuffed it into his mouth, in order to relieve the disgusting fishy smell.

The horse's blood mixed with the snow was held in the palm of the hand by others, and then wiped on the face of the jailer who fell off the horse's back, some pinched people, and some rubbed the front and back of the heart mixed with snow water.

In a short time, more than a dozen horses were squandered by them, and even the raw flesh with blood and steaming was cut up by some jailers, and endured the pungent smell of blood that could make people faint, and held the hot horse meat that was divided piece by piece in their arms, or tied to their legs.

The horse skin was naturally divided by people, and was wrapped in those jails who had just woken up, and their throats and eyes were still full of the smell of horse blood, so the jails who had just woken up, with the help of their companions, were almost fainted by the stronger smell of blood.

The snow was in a mess, the scarlet snow was quickly covered by the snowflakes falling from the sky, and the horse intestines scattered all over the ground were all used by Ye Qing and other characters, but some useless wreckage was left in the snowstorm, which quickly became cold.

Two people and a horse, or two people walk for a while, killing the horse and resting in less than a stick of incense, even if it is against the wind, you can already faintly hear the neighing of the golden man behind you, and the faint roar of the horse's hooves stepping on the snow.

Ye Qing sat upside down on the saddle, and the suicide horse began, his frozen redness, but without stiff hands, he never stopped pulling the bolt, afraid that because of his sweat during the fight, the bolt would be frozen, and then he would not be able to warn.

The crisp voice kept ringing in the ears of Xu Qing and Zhao Qi'er, and the two of them helped Ye Qing hold the reins of the horse one left and one right, allowing Ye Qing to sit upside down on the horse's back, and tirelessly pulling the bolt there.

Originally, they could have relied on the sound of gunfire to warn Lao Liu Tou and Po Li San, who were already waiting not far away, but if the gunshots had been fired earlier, it would only have allowed the guards who were squatting in the distance on both sides of the road to take the lead in lighting the fuse, so that they still couldn't get rid of the pursuit of the Jin people behind them.

So when the Jin people's kidnapping horses like the tide and snow waves were getting closer and closer to Ye Qing and the others, as Ye Qing and the others looked at the broken Great Wall covered with snowflakes on both sides, which had been left behind by them, and completely and truly entered the grassland, Ye Qing finally smiled.

Zhang Xuansu looked at the distance covered by the snow, and when the vague team was struggling to move forward, he was instantly shocked, and shouted to make the Jin soldiers behind him speed up and immediately intercept Ye Qing and the others.

With Zhang Xuansu's order spread among the three thousand kidnapping horses, the kidnapping horse cavalry, which originally formed a snow wave, instantly separated two groups of cavalry from the two wings, like two sharp arrows, and quickly pursued Ye Qing's rear sides, intending to cross Ye Qing and the others and intercept Ye Qing's hundred people from the front.

"Dutou, it's okay." Zhao Qi'er shrunk his neck, turned his head to avoid the wind and snow and shouted.

Ye Qing, who squeezed out a smile on his stiff face, repeated the action that he was afraid of not less than ten thousand times today, and quickly raised his gun and pulled the trigger on the golden man iron horse in front of him.

Bang bang...... Five bullets in a row were all shot out by Ye Qing in one go, and what followed was a brief calm in the entire wind and snow world.

Then with the rumbling sound, the whole heaven and earth seemed to be shaking, the earth under his feet trembled slightly, and even the snowflakes that slowly fell from the sky were blown into the air irregularly by a wave of thunder from the flat ground.

The snow soars into the sky, like a beautiful white barrier, blooming in the air in the most beautiful posture.

Along with the snow, there were naturally those golden men's abducted horse cavalry, the war horses neighed in the air, and the air was blown apart, and the flesh and blood flew sideways.

The roaring sound was still ringing, buried on both sides of the road, and more than a dozen spears that were used as symbols by Zhao Qi'er were also blown out by the air wave in the wind and snow.

Zhang Xuansu looked back behind him in horror, and saw a white snowflake in front of him rushing towards him, mixed with the smell of gunpowder that he was already familiar with when he was mining in the coal yard, and the heat wave instantly swept him off the horse.

Zhang Xuansu, who was thrown into the snow, knew in his ears that Ye Qing had already secretly made sufficient preparations when he heard the familiar explosion for the first time.

Almost instantly, he finally understood why Ye Qing insisted on suggesting that the King of Jinyuan County should mine two more coal yards in the south of Wuzhou, not for anything else, just to attract everyone's attention from the coal yards on this side, and then leave an opportunity for them to arrange for gunpowder to be buried here.

He didn't doubt that Ye Qing would be able to calculate them so accurately in such bad weather, when the sky was covered with snow, and then ignite those gunpowders, because this area, Ye Qing was too familiar.

For nearly two months, Ye Qing has been exploring the terrain here, looking for coal seams, and then burying gunpowder, blowing up topsoil, and blowing up coal seams.

When Lao Liu Tou and Po Li San heard the first gunshot, they couldn't help but be stunned, and some couldn't react and looked at each other, and when the second, third and even fifth gunshots rang out, Po Li San and Lao Liu Tou almost jumped up from the simple tent and flew out.

As the rumbling explosion came from the ruined Great Wall, with the snow on the ruined wall, and the powder blown up by the explosion that shook the earth and the mountains, the horn horn made by the Tatars on the steppe was blown by the boy called Broad Bean, along with several teenagers.

It was just a blink of an eye, a large area of pure white tents covered with snowflakes was crowded with people, the war horses neighed, and then there was almost no need to splash Li San and Lao Liu Tou to shout in the wind, one by one they had already jumped on horseback, holding weapons, from the flat ground between the two hills that were low and sheltered from the wind, and rushed towards the beacon tower in the distance.

One by one, the cavalry like a long dragon galloped quickly on the white snow, rushing in the direction of Ye Qing and the others.

Zhang Xuansu got up from the snow a little dizzy, didn't care about how many people behind him were affected by the explosion, and hurriedly yelled at the general who helped him up: "Kill him, catch up and kill Ye Qing, you must not let him leave here alive." ”

Zhang Xuansu was a little crazy at this time, looking at Ye Qing and the others who were staggering forward not far in front of them in the wind and snow, and only had the idea of killing him and never letting him return to Lin'an.

As Zhang Xuansu pushed away the general's arm, signaled him to leave himself alone, and immediately caught up with Ye Qing and the others, the gunshot in Ye Qing's hand sounded in his ears again.

There were five more gunshots in a row, bang in the snowy sky, and then Zhang Xuansu, who was still in the frenzy just now, only felt a pain in his chest and a heat, and when his body fell backwards, he vaguely saw Ye Qing's horizontal knife not far in front of him, staring coldly at him who fell.

From time to time, there was a shout from the Jin general to him, but Zhang Xuansu opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound anymore, and the whole person involuntarily fell to the sky, a little convulsive, struggling to stand up, but everything in front of him was becoming more and more blurred, and his hands and feet didn't listen to him at all.

Lao Liu Tou and Po Li San went down the wind and snow, straight towards Ye Qing's hundred or so people, and rushed over like a lonely boat in the wind and snow.

The unique howling and charging sound of the Tatars sounded in Ye Qing's ears at the same time, as well as in the ears of the Jin general next to Zhang Xuansu, who had fallen.

The Jin general's gaze moved away from the corpse of Zhang Xuansu, who had fallen to the ground and was dead, and looked at the cavalry dressed as Tatars who suddenly seemed to have stepped directly into this snowstorm world from another dimension, and muttered: "Tatars, how is this possible. ”

(ps: Haha, rubbing a wave of beacon fire, don't mind.) ）