Heavy snow covers the mountains, and it is not easy for the army to trek through the mountain roads.

Shuo Etu ordered people to wrap a layer of cloth on the horse's hooves, so that it would not be easy to slip when marching.

Rao is still very slow to march like this. Shuo Etu was very unhappy in his heart.

The prince treats him well, so he can't refute the prince's face.

But that doesn't mean he thinks it's all as it should be.

Shang Kexi is a dog-like thing, the good Hanzhong City has made him a lonely city, and he has to wipe his ass in person, Manchurian Baturu, I feel disgusting when I think about it.

It's just a Han minion pretending to be a big-tailed wolf? Do you really think that adding a prince is the master?

A slave is a slave, a slave all his life, and never want to turn over.

The Manchurians are famous for their riding and archery, but it is not easy to ride a horse in this ice and snow.

An experienced warrior like Rao is Shuo Etu also tensed his nerves.

After all, the side is a cliff, and a slight accidental fall is a broken bone.

Shuo Etu finally got everything he has today, and naturally he doesn't want to lose it easily.

It's all Shang Kexi's dog minion, which caused him to freeze in the deep mountains in the winter.

When he solves the crisis in Hanzhong, he has to settle this account with Shang Kexi.

Luckily, there was no snow. Although the weather was a little colder, it was bearable.

After marching for more than ten miles, Shuo Etu ordered to camp in a leeward mountain nest.

As it gets darker, it's not a good idea to walk through the night in the snow.

"It's so fucking cold!"

Although he was covered in armor and had a thick felt coat in his armor, Shuo's forehead was still shivering from the cold.

If this continues, I am afraid that if he can't reach Hanzhong, he will freeze half to death.

"Hurry up and light a fire for Lao Tzu, what are you doing there?"

Shuo Etu glared fiercely at the soldier beside him and reprimanded.

The soldier was startled and hurried to look for firewood.

It's just that this icy and snowy place is so good to find firewood.

He searched for a long time before he found some dry branches, so he had to put them together and light them for a fire.

The flame, though small, gave people hope.

Shuo Etu sat cross-legged on the thick felt, closing his eyes and enjoying the rare warmth.

In his opinion, the crackling sound was more moving than any beautiful music.

Shuo Etu pulled out the cork from the cowhide wine sac and poured it into his mouth.

With the sound of rumbling, the liquor entered the throat.

Shuo Etu felt that his body was warmed up.

He felt his cheeks burn red, and his throat was a little itchy.

He squinted his eyes and hummed the nursery rhymes his mother used to hum as a child.

The words of the ballad weren't flashy, but they seemed magical. Every time Shuo Etu hears that ballad, he feels peaceful.

His mother is long gone, but Shuo Etu is still used to humming this ballad. Whenever the familiar melody sounded, Shuo Etu felt as if his mother was still beside him.

It was completely dark.

Before that, the soldiers set up their tents.

This is not a flat-topped tent that can accommodate multiple people, but a triangular tent that can only accommodate two people.

Although the conditions were very bad, it was only a matter of one night, and most of the soldiers could endure it.

Although it was still far from Hanzhong, Shuo Etu cautiously ordered the soldiers to patrol the night.

In case the Ming army's scouts roamed in this generation, he would be the first to know the news.

Shuo Etu arranged all this, and finally felt a little tired.

He closed his eyes and decided to take a nap.

His long career as a horse made it difficult for him to get enough sleep.

He admonished himself to be vigilant at all times, so that he could be the first to respond to an enemy attack.

So he slept for about an hour at a time, never more than two hours.

Shuo Etu shrank in the felt tent, and after a while, he began to snore.

He has a wealth of experience in the wilderness and knows how to maximize the conservation of strength and warmth.

The more you spread your limbs, the easier it is to dissipate heat, and the heat dissipates very slowly when you shrink into a ball like this.

In his sleep, Shuo Etu has arrived in Hanzhong City. He saw tens of thousands of Ming troops, so he ordered the whole army to attack.

Under his command, the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry was like entering a no-man's land, harvesting the lives of Ming soldiers at will.

With each swing of their swords, they were able to cut off a head, and blood stained the earth red.

Shuo Etu let out a burst of maniacian laughter.

The southern dog is the southern dog, and it is really vulnerable.

He really didn't know how Shang Kexi's gang was forced to come to the city by this group of southern dogs.

Although Shang Kexi is also a Han man, after all, he has been honed in Liaodong for many years, and his heart is far from being comparable to these southern dogs.

But it was a shame that Nangou was forced to not even dare to go out of the house.

Shuo Etu decided to be ashamed of Shang Ke.

He didn't dare to do things for him.

"Kill, kill!"

Shuo Etu laughed wildly.

Under his leadership, the Manchurian iron cavalry rushed to kill, so unpleasant.

The Ming soldiers fell one by one like papier-mâché.

"It's really not fun!"

Just as Shuo Etu sighed, there was a rumbling cannon.

Shuo Etu was taken aback.

How can there be a cannon sound in this good end.

He followed the sound of the cannons, and saw dozens of cannons on the small mound a few hundred paces away.

The muzzles of these guns are aimed precisely at their own camp.

Shuo Etu only felt that his throat was dry, and he wanted to shout retreat, but he couldn't.

He tried to turn the horse's head, but the beast somehow stood still.

Thundered!

There was another burst of artillery, and in an instant, the Qing cavalry was bombarded and flew wildly.

Shuo Etu himself was hit by a cannonball, and a large hole appeared in his chest.

He lowered his head to look at the bloody hole, stunned beyond measure.

How so? How did it come to this?

Wasn't it okay just now? Why did you suddenly lose everything?

Could it be that the Ming army was just showing weakness before, in order to lure them into the bait? But this pretending to be too similar, isn't it?

Ahhh

Shuo Etu looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, and woke up directly.

He gasped for breath and touched the sweat on his forehead, looking extremely nervous.

It took him a while to realize that Fang Cai was dreaming.

"What a weird dream!"

Shuo Etu muttered to himself.

He believes that dreams are reversed. Since they were ambushed by the Ming army in the dream, the reality must be different.

However, this is a reminder to Shuo Etu, that is, it must not be taken lightly.

Although the hard power of the Ming army is not good, it is probably still very good at playing conspiracy and tricks.

In short, it is necessary to be cautious to avoid capsizing in the gutter.

"Someone!"

Shuo Etu shouted at the top of his voice.

After a while, one of the soldiers lifted the tent and said, "What does the general command?" ”

"Fetch me some hot water."

Shuo Etu said word by word: "I want to drink warm wine." ”

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