The sky was dark and snowy. Flying snowflakes kept falling, slapping on people's faces and causing pain.

In such weather, the group kept moving forward. The flag with the word 'Han' written on it was swept by the cold wind.

The sky and the earth are vast, there are no people around, only this team is moving forward.

Han Cheng sat at the front of the plow, spitting white air from his mouth, and his feet were frozen and painful.

The exposed skin on his face was also painful from the cold.

The passion at the beginning of the departure has been numbed by the ubiquitous cold.

In history, only Li Jing is recorded. The legend of the Snowy Night Assault on the Turks does not say how much the soldiers suffered during such a journey.

This is still within the Great Wall and has not reached the outside of the fortress, the wind and snow are far less than the outside of the fortress, and their own soldiers still have climbing plows to ride.

That's all......

You can't think about this, as long as you think about Han Cheng, you will feel colder on your body.

One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, and it will be better throughout the ages.

And the strength of a country is indispensable to countless little people who are silently dedicated.

"Warm up with a sip of wine! I couldn't stand the cold anymore, so I got down from the plow and took two steps! ”

Han Cheng took out a pot of wine from his waist and took a small sip.

The sour liquor enters the mouth, turns into a warm current into the abdomen, and then leads to the limbs.

I shivered a little, and felt a little more warmth on my body.

He put the flask back and shouted at the crowd behind him.

The march under extreme conditions is extremely testing people's will, even if it is the people of the Qingque Township Regiment, who have undergone various trainings in the past few months, and have completed the feat of continuously running for hundreds of miles to attack the lair of the South Mountain Thieves on Qixi Festival, at this time in such a wind and snow, they have become relatively silent.

Li Yan, who was sitting on another climbing plow, reached out to arrange his hat, and also picked up the wine jug and took a sip.

This time, she was sent by Li Jing as Han Cheng's deputy in the surprise attack on Yunnei Racecourse.

"After attacking the Yunnai Racecourse, we killed hundreds of sheep! Make a hot pot! Eat him around the fire! ”

Han Cheng turned his head and yelled at everyone again.

In order to boost morale, he used Comrade Cao Aman's Wangmei to quench his thirst.

Sure enough, what kind of commander there is, what kind of soldiers there are.

Led by him, a former cook, the people of the Qingque Township Regiment all have the potential to develop into senior foodies.

After hearing Han Cheng talk about the sheep, hot pot, stove, and Meimei's sleep, they all became excited.

"I'm going to eat three heads!"

Luo Shixin patted his chest and screamed.

"Big Luo, you are not afraid of being strangled to death if you eat three heads!"

Wei Chigong laughed and scolded on the side.

Many people also laughed along with it.

Driven by them like this. , the atmosphere of the whole team has become a lot more lively.

"I'll teach you to sing a song!"

Han Cheng said to everyone.

"Captain, what song?"

Zhao Erlang cheered.

Han Cheng cleared his throat, and then opened his mouth to sing in the expectation of everyone: "Unity is strength!" Unity is strength!

This power is iron! This power is steel! Harder than iron! Stronger than steel......

The cold wind was howling, the snow was still falling, and a group of people with strips of cloth to their eyes kept moving forward in such weather.

White gas gushed out of his mouth, and along with it, there was a majestic singing.

The song that spans thousands of years resounded in this vast snowfield, inspiring a team from a thousand years ago.

Outside the window, snowflakes were falling, and a fire was lit in the room with a gap.

The smell of food and alcohol permeated the inside, and the cold outside had nothing to do with the inside of the house.

"Damn! The snow is endless! ”

A man wrapped in a fur coat. When I came to the window, I couldn't help but scold indignantly when I looked at the falling snowflakes and the whiteness of my eyes.

This man is not young. He was about fifty years old and had some gray hair. The wind from the north blew a ravine on his face, marking some traces of time.

The other person in the room, hearing the man's complaint, put down the glass that came to his lips again.

He looked at the man with his back to him, a flash of worry in his eyes.

He knew what his grandfather was scolding?

He was the eldest son of Yunnei Maling, and he did not hide from him when the Turks came and what he had planned.

"Grandpa, why don't we do it this time."

He hesitated for a moment, and looked at Yun Nei Ma Ling Shi in front of the window and said out loud.

Looking at the snowflakes outside, Shi Naihe, who was still cursing incessantly, turned around and came back when he heard the words, looked at his eldest son, and frowned with some dissatisfaction.

"When did you become so cowardly?!"

Facing Grandpa's questioning, the young man looked a little afraid.

He hesitated for a moment, but still said out loud: "This time things are different from the past......"

"What's the difference?!"

Before he could finish speaking, Shi Nai He interrupted him with a voice, and his voice was a little cold.

The young man gritted his teeth, in the past, they were all from our Great Sui country, but this time it was different, this time it was Turkic.

And what he is trying to do is still that way of making salt.

Once acquired by the Turks, the power of the Turks must increase.

The Turks became strong, and it was not half good for our Sui Dynasty.

And that Li Jing is not a good person......

"Huh!"

Without waiting for him to finish, Shi Nahe sneered.

"Sui Dynasty? Since Shi Dashuai was executed by the tyrant, and most of us who followed Shi Dashuai to fight in the east and west were unjustly executed, I am no longer a member of the Sui Dynasty!

The tyrant is unfair to me, so why should I die for him?

If he doesn't give us the reward we should get, then I'll have to take it myself!

This is what I deserve!

In this matter, it is not that I am ashamed of the Sui Dynasty, but that the Sui Dynasty is ashamed of us! ”

As he spoke, his voice continued to rise, and his eyes gradually became a little bloodshot.

He clenched his fists tightly. After a pause, he continued to speak: "As for Li Jing'er, don't worry about it at all.

He had just provoked the Jinyang Wang family, although he had the upper hand for the time being. But the influence of the Wang family is still there, and he must have formed a mortal enmity with him, and at such a time, he will definitely not dare to act rashly.

After all, we are people from the imperial court, not bandits, even if Li Jing hears some rumors about this matter, he will not dare to make a move against us without conclusive evidence.

And even if they know about it, it doesn't matter. It's a big deal, let's pack up our things and leave here and settle in the Turks.

The Turkic envoy said that if only we could get this thing done. After coming to the Turks, at least it was a set.

Reign supreme over there. How can it be more comfortable than living in the Sui Dynasty......"

"Alas......"

After hearing his grandfather say this, the young man couldn't help but sigh......