The north wind swept the ground and the white grass folded

In the northernmost part of the Rouran Prairie, snow began to fly in August, and the white grass on the ground was blown by the raging north wind, and the grassland was in shambles.

On the special gold veins, coal blocks were thrown everywhere, and the raging snow gradually covered it all, turning the grasslands into a world of snow.

The shacks that originally belonged to the slave laborers were gone, and dozens of underground shacks emitted black smoke, which stood out against the snow.

A tall Slav poked her head out of the den, glanced around, cursed, and shrank back.

The inside of the nest was quite rudimentary, except for a pit dug against one side of the earthen wall, which was burning with flames, and most of the nest was shrouded in darkness.

"It's snowing again."

The man who shrank back from above scolded angrily.

The sound of cursing sounded in the nest, and the nest, which had been lively because of the cold wind, became warm again.

"The general said that we should prevent the Han people from touching us at night and blocking us in the ground."

A man reminded the leading lieutenant and said.

The lieutenant sat bare-chested, sitting next to the fire hole, and scolded angrily when he heard this:

"Damn, such a big snowstorm, if the Han people are willing to come, Lao Tzu will screw off his head and kick it for you."

"This nest is pretty good, let's build some when we go back."

The lieutenant said happily.

The lieutenant next to him reminded him:

"Shevchenko, we don't have so many lumps of coal there."

As he spoke, the lieutenant picked up a fist-sized lump of coal and threw it into the fire hole, his face full of doubt.

Han people are really rare, picking up this black stone from the ground, you can burn the house warm, it's really a good thing.

Shepchenko took a piece of burnt red coal with fire tongs, lit the tobacco leaves in his pipe, looked at the blackened pipe, and said excitedly:

"Vasily, the Han people not only have stones that can burn fire, I heard that they also have iron horses that run like flying, and flying birds that fly faster than birds, which is really a good thing."

"Boom ......"

The sudden sound of vibrations on the ground startled Shepchenko, who was speaking.

The door of the cave in the ground suddenly fell from above, and a torch was thrown in with the snow and mud falling in the air.

"The people below listened, threw their weapons and surrendered, otherwise they would be killed."

The voice of the Han army sounded above, followed by more drum noises one after another.

Shepchenko tightened his grip on the fire tongs in his hand, made a few vertical leaps, and reached the side of the hole in the ground, and the fire tongs in his hand went up and guarded the nest.

"What should I do?"

The lieutenant leaned on the other side and asked cautiously.

Shepchenko hesitated, frowned and said:

"Wait"

"I don't know where this Han army came from, in this snowstorm weather, we are miserable in action, we can't be on duty outside, and the Han army will definitely not have a good time."

Vasily nodded:

"We, rush up?"

Shepchenko nodded, took over the fully armored men behind him, and was about to swing his sword to attack when heavier footsteps sounded at the entrance of the cave.

"Surrender, or be captured and frozen to death."

The voice of the Han army was full of murderous intent, as if the person who spoke had just returned from a great battle on the battlefield.

Vasily grabbed Shepchenko, shook his head, and signaled him to be calm, there was no urgency.

Shepchenko hesitated for a long time, but decided to rush out.

Jumping outward, Shepchenko rushed out with a steel knife on his head.

The sound of continuous steel knives being chopped sounded, hitting the middle of the snow particles on his face like knives, Shepchenko rushed out of the snow nest, saw the Han army guarding the entrance of the snow nest, and saw the various battlefields where the battle was in full swing.

There were dozens of people rushing out of the roof, and the rest were rushing out of the nest in a steady stream, and the robes rushed out of the ground one by one.

"Kill the Han dog and eat meat today."

Shepchenko roared excitedly, and slashed down, separating the Han army guarding the entrance of the cave.

Su Lu's face was a little ugly.

The level of anxiety of this battle was somewhat beyond Su Lu's understanding.

Originally, I thought it was a sneak attack on a snowy day, but I must have been unprepared, and I annihilated these alien races who were cowering in the snow nest and recaptured the special gold.

Now it seems that people are not as good as heaven, and when they touched it, everything was going well, but I didn't expect a peeing alien to see the brigade that was touching.

With an exclamation, the whereabouts of the Han army were exposed.

And then it got to where it is today.

Su Lu sighed a little in his heart, Gao Dabao is already a great general, and there are also fate cards, although the level is a little lower, but when it comes to fighting, there is also a lot of military strength.

Now look at it, the tall treasure is in the middle of the dispatch, the Praetorian guards are charging ahead, and the guards, who have always been good at foot combat, are firmly resisted by the Slavs' infantry army.

This Slav is a bit of a doorman.

"Report, lord, let's withdraw."

Yang Yi, the governor of Dingxiang Weibei, came over to ask for instructions.

Su Lu glanced at Yang Yi, his eyebrows furrowed, Gao Dabao couldn't stand it, until now, he had not been able to fully unfold the cards and protect his subordinates, let alone grow to defeat the Slavs.

Su Lu patted Yang Yi on the shoulder:

"Okay, you just work hard, some alien barbarians can't take care of it, Gao Dabao, the commander of the Praetorian Guard, doesn't want to do it."

A hint of surprise flashed on Yang Yi's face, but he still bowed and retreated.

Su Lu looked at Gao Dabao who was in a mess, and his face was a little disappointed, this kid is still not suitable for leading an army, especially when he encounters an evenly matched opponent.

This Slav is also a little not simple.

Shepchenko chopped over one of the guards with a knife, his face was red with the blood that spurted out, and his whole body became excited.

"Whew"

It howled like a ghost crying wolf.

The Han army was nothing more than this, occupying favorable terrain, and was counterattacked by itself, gathering sergeants and fighting against them.

If the Han army only has this little strength, then I'm sorry.

"Formed a formation, formed a formation of three or three, and broke the main formation of the Han army."

Shepchenko gave the order, directing his sergeants to move back and forth, aiming directly at Su Lu, who was surrounded by everyone.

This person must be a great official of the Han Kingdom, kill him, glory and wealth, not rolling in.

Vasily roared excitedly, and should talk to Shepchenko, saying that the Han army is strong, but in fact, it is nothing more than that.

"Kill, kill, kill"

Vasily yelled excitedly, ignoring the fact that there was a big hole in his head, and blood was constantly flowing.

The Han army's combat strength was so weak that it was too late to defeat the Han army, and then bandage the wounds.

"Brothers, follow me, and whoever kills the Han official will be rewarded with ten taels of silver."

On the opposite side, Su Lu heard this roar and was a little stunned for a while.

I'm only worth ten taels?