Shazhou is worthy of being Shazhou, full of yellow sand, and restless, mixed with the wind and snow in winter, filling the sky and the earth.

The wind here is very strange, it has no fixed wind direction, it floats back and forth, open your mouth in any direction, you may be poured a mouthful of sand, when you close your mouth, cover your nostrils, and wait for it, it becomes a tornado again, rising from the ground, spiraling upward, and repeatedly whipping your body like a steel whip.

Unable to prevent it, the difficult pedestrian gave up his defense, pulled down the hood that blocked the wind, tightened the reins of the horse, hung his head slightly, held the other hand in front of his chest, and carried a horizontal knife or spear and other weapons in his arms, and on the back of the horse behind him, he also carried a huge package made of leather, which was extremely heavy, and the horses under him walked slowly, and the soft sand under his feet was a solid foot, and he had to step on one foot and sink deep into the sand before he could lift the other foot and move forward.

The procession was all knights, dressed in the same style of jet-black jackets, in three columns, about 500 people, who avoided the towns and did not take the main roads, and marched through the snow in the mountains and forests, neatly and silently, like a dull iron plate.

The knight at the head raised his right hand high, the team stopped marching, dismounted and rested, according to the formation of the march, forming a circle, the rear followed far away by the horse convoy to catch up, unloaded firewood and food, each team also received a small pot of spirits, this thing is the most sought-after, each team is assigned different, some take turns, some are evenly divided, some are going to try a game, the project they compete is very weird, crawling on the ground, more than a dozen men like snakes, uphill and downhill, whoever climbs to the destination the fastest has the right to drink, There are also stones thrown and a few big steps, and whoever throws the farthest can drink.

What's even weirder is that whether they crawl or throw, their movements are average.

A circle of people in front of the team, the main and secondary are clear, there is a man and two women in the inner circle, and there are dozens of strong men in the outer circle, Quan Zhong, Jedi and Shazha are all there, with the main action personnel of the wordless monument, they are not afraid of the wind and snow, and their faces are still a little excited.

The one man and two women in it are Quan Ce, Xie Yaohuan and Rui Lai, and this team is a fireworks army that has been training in the deep mountains and old forests for a long time.

"Da Lang, drink more wine, I have long heard of the bitter cold outside the plug, and today I finally saw it" Rui Lai's whole body was wrapped in hair, and he did not shy away from serving the right to eat, Xie Yaohuan guessed it, and then hid it, it was inevitable to deceive people, it was better to be honest, what to do in the future, it was up to Xie Yaohuan to decide.

"Exactly, the scenery of Biansai is very different from that of the Central Plains, and there are exotic customs, and the battlefield battle array, I am afraid that sooner or later it will become the favorite of the literati and ink writers" Xie Yaohuan squinted his eyes and smiled, very calmly, and also helped to give Quan Ce vegetables, and the three of them were very harmonious.

Quan Ce smiled, "Yaohuan is right, everything is extreme, it can always shake people's hearts, and it will be extremely cold, bitter, cruel, and tragic, and it will definitely give birth to poetry masterpieces......"

"Well, Da Lang and stay" Xie Yaohuan stretched out his hand to stop, "I waited until I got here, I didn't feel deeply, after I finished my errand, I will listen to Da Lang's masterpieces, I think it must be a special taste."

Quan Ce met her pure and sincere eyes, smiled slightly, and bowed his head, the errand is a war, the soldiers are fierce and dangerous, after doing it, I don't know who lives and who dies, this proposal can be regarded as a wish.

Thinking about it, Quan Ce remembered the night before his trip.

Empress Wu left Quan Ce, not to pursue his dereliction of duty, but still to rest assured that Cisse could not be relieved of the war, she asked two questions.

"Can the Fireworks Army decide the outcome of the battlefield?"

"The old soldier of the right jade guard is in battle, can he turn the tide of the battle?"

Quan Ce couldn't give a definite answer to these two questions, the eyes of the Empress Wu changed from expectation to coldness, the hall gradually froze, Quan Ce thought about it, bowed down and said, "The battle array is changing rapidly, although the fireworks army is powerful, it is difficult to accurately grasp the use, and it is difficult to make the best use of it, and it is difficult to make the best use of it, and the same is true for the right jade guard, and the minister is willing to lead the fireworks army out of Qinguan west to help General Wang."

Empress Wu had this intention, but she didn't want Quan Ce to send reinforcements with great fanfare, and the news of the unfavorable war on the front line was put on the bright side, this face, Empress Wu didn't want to lose.

So, he was nominally left in Shangqingguan to copy the scriptures, but in fact he had already sneaked out of the palace, led the fireworks army, passed through the state, and went straight to the western frontier.

The emperor's face, Quan Ce sighed helplessly.

"Dalang, it's time to go," Ray shook his arm.

Quan Ce came back to his senses, immediately stood up, strode on the horse, and with his movements, more than 500 people immediately regained their silence, and all turned over on their horses, only to hear the sound of armor colliding with gold and stone.

Longyou Road, Yizhou, Yiwu County, Right Yuchaowei Daying.

Hou Sizhi was dressed in a short beat, patrolling with a tiger face, the soldiers and horses in the camp, the progress of the exercise, he knew it well, 23,000 people, only 20,000 people on the school field, all of them were old soldiers in their thirties, old and young, who had been in the army for many years, although they did not have the tiger spirit of young people, but they were better than calm and perseverance, hard-working.

"Huh, ha" The roar resounded in the sky, and the old soldiers were using heavy long-handled Mo knives, making horizontal chopping and slashing movements, counting nine cold winters, but the top of their heads was steaming.

There is a reason why they are so desperate, Hou Sizhi governs the army with crime, and the whole army of the right jade guard includes him, everyone is a guilty person, and if there is no fault, it is a severe punishment, since the elimination of a batch of raw melons and eggs, the punishment of the revolution has been abolished, and a new confinement has been added, which is frightening, and one person is punished, implicating the whole team, when the drill will be held, there is no right to perform martial arts, and he can only serve on the side, and his face is vigorously disgraced.

Under the iron fist, Hou Sizhi brought them status, they are no longer part-time government soldiers, but full-time recruits, even if they can no longer go into battle, they can also be instructors in the army, do service, and make a living, in other words, the right Yu Yuwei This bowl of rice, they can eat for a lifetime, Hou Sizhi has not earned them military salaries, which is several times more than the subsidies when they were government soldiers in the past, and there is no need to prepare their own horses and weapons, all military supplies are supported by the imperial court, and the full monthly salary is distributed by Hou Sizhi to each old soldier, enough for them to feed their families, the regiment that wins in the drill can also get a bonus, and the regiment led by Shazha Fu gets the most.

What got more was the 3,000 death regiment led by Zhao and Huan, they were all selected from the best of the best, and their training subjects were different from those of the brigade, there were individual combat, small raids, and group first, but there was no defense and no retreat.

On the high platform, a team of missionaries on duty led the whole army to chant slogans, and Hou Sizhi also stood under the stage, raising his arms and chanting together.

(End of chapter)