Shen Leng is not familiar with this snowfield, but he just rushed into it, so the troubles he should encounter will not be because he is brave, he is fearless, these troubles will take the initiative to avoid him, cold is the murderer of people, but in this vast snowfield, there is not only cold, cold also accomplices, such as wind, snow, and disorientation.

If it weren't for the map that Meng Changan had drawn desperately with the scouts, Shen Leng and the others might not even know where they would go.

People who don't know about the black martial arts in Northern Xinjiang will always think, three hundred miles, what's there?

It's so far from Chang'an City to Yanshan Gorge, who hasn't been there yet.

Only when you get here will you understand what these three hundred miles represent, this is the most easily lost place, the danger comes not only from the weather, but also from the barracks in the unknown, the trap of death everywhere.

The Black Warriors deployed heavy troops in their southern frontier, and many of the barracks were not in the city, but in the snowy mountains, in the woods, and even in the snow.

The thickness of the snow shell in the area near Mangshan is higher than that of the houses, and the black warriors dug up the snow layer there, and erected a wooden frame underneath, so that nothing could be seen from a distance.

The significance of Meng Chang'an and his people drawing a map is that the barracks may be moved away because of Meng Chang'an, but the terrain will not change, and the generals who have led the troops in northern Xinjiang for many years can easily judge from the terrain where to hide the troops, and the army will avoid many dangers in the future.

Birch forest.

Shen Leng They finally reached the edge, in fact, not far after entering this birch forest, the map is basically meaningless, and further north are many small tribes, although it is cold and hard, but after passing through these three hundred miles, there will be a small piece of grassland, growing some hardy grass species, barely able to feed the cattle and sheep of some small tribes, there are many wild things in the mountains and forests, and you can also hunt to supplement food.

The Guoge'er tribe is near here, as the top three sub-tribes of the Sark tribe, the Guoge'er tribe has a population of hundreds of thousands, and the largest grassland here is occupied by them, and the Mangshan branch behind the grassland feeds them a large number of wild beasts for hunting, which is about a radius of a few hundred miles, which is considered to be the control range of the Guoge'er department.

But for many years, there were not many men left in the Guogeer Division, and a large number of middle-aged men were conscripted into the border army.

"Zheng Shu, you take five people with me, and the others stay here."

Shen Leng tidied up the white robe on his body, and the war horse also stayed at the edge of the birch forest, and then took Zheng Zhi and a few people to lower their bodies and rush into the snow field, the unevenness of this area provided them with some barriers, and moved forward along the ravine, and then walked forward for more than half an hour, and then saw a felt tent in the distance, Shen Leng and they lay on the high slope and observed it with clairvoyance.

"It's not small."

Zheng Shu calculated the distance: "We didn't explore the birch forest at the beginning, and it has been nearly four hundred miles from the place where the map ended. ”

He pointed to the felt tents: "If we're lucky, that is the camp of the Gogo's department." ”

"What should I do?"

He asked.

"Wait until it gets dark."

Shen Leng lay on the snow slope, closed his eyes and turned out the dried meat and stuffed it into his mouth, this dry food is dry and hard, but it can replenish physical strength more than fried corn, the Northern Frontier Army once laughed and called this thing to eat to death, if you don't plan to swallow it when you chew about the same, chewing like this can accompany you until the day of entering the earth, longer than the life of teeth.

"Go back to two people, bring the team over, be careful."

Shen Leng commanded, and Zheng Shu immediately arranged for the two scouts to go back.

In fact, Zheng Shu was making comparisons along the way, the comparison between General Shen and General Meng, he had heard the name Shen Leng a long time ago, when he followed Meng Changan, only when he mentioned this name, Meng Changan would smile at the corners of his mouth, and he would say a few more words, in Meng Changan's opinion, maybe only Shen Leng in this world is qualified to compete with him.

Zheng Shu remembered that General Meng had said that Shen Leng's words in the northern frontier might do better than him.

After comparison, he found that the two people were surprisingly similar in some places, that is, calmness, the general's calmness and self-confidence can give the soldiers great encouragement, but General Meng is too cold, although Shen Leng has a cold in his name, it is easier to be familiar with the soldiers, but before the battle, Shen Leng's words will become very few.

"If General Meng is here, how will this battle be fought?"

"Hit?"

Zheng grasped the word keenly.

"Do you want to fight?"

He couldn't help but ask.

If nothing else, the opposite side is the camp of the Guogeer Division, which is a large tribe with a population of hundreds of thousands, even if most of the young and strong men have been recruited to the Black Martial Border Army, but if there are no 1,800 elite cavalry left in such a tribe, who can believe it?

There were only a hundred of them, no, a hundred and one.

"Hmm."

Shen Leng just hummed, his mouth was still chewing on the beef jerky, he closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and seemed to be pondering.

"General Meng shouldn't be able to fight, in the past, when we encountered such a tribe when we explored the terrain, we all left after marking it down, trying not to attract their attention, we only have a maximum of one hundred and ten people per trip, and most of the time General Meng only takes a few dozen people to set off, so general, you ask me how to fight...... I don't know. ”

After about half an hour, a hundred and ten scouts converged here.

Shen Leng sat up, feeling a little warm in his stomach, took off the wine jug and poured it and said, "Divide into ten teams." ”

"Team ten?"

The scouts were a little confused.

"I wanted to split into teams of twenty, but I'm worried that you won't be able to deal with the emergency."

Shen Leng turned his head and pointed to the camp: "After dark, you are divided into ten teams and rush in from different directions, don't worry about being discovered, it's good to be discovered, when I set off, I asked each of you to bring gunpowder powder and some fire oil, leave some on the way back to keep out the cold, and the rest will be used to set fire, don't just care about killing, don't fall in love, rush in and just set fire." ”

He looked at the largest felt canopy: "Generally speaking, the largest felt canopy is where Ejin lives." ”

"In general, yes."

Shen Leng nodded: "Eat dry food to replenish your strength." ”

He calculated the time, and in less than half an hour it would be completely dark, and before it was dark, most of the people in the tribe were eating, and for the poor herdsmen, lamp oil was a luxury, and he could save some of it.

"Hurry up."

Shen Leng took another sip of wine, and then sprayed it on his black-threaded knife: "Kill it after a stick of incense." ”

"But it wasn't dark yet."

"Don't wait for dark."

Shen Leng closed his eyes again and slowly adjusted his breathing.

"General, which team are you leading?"

"If you don't bring any team, you will withdraw after setting the fire and assemble in this position."

After a stick of incense, the sky gradually darkened, and the smoke from the felt canopy in the distance had become scarce.

"Kill!"

Shen Leng turned over and got on his horse, not caring about anything at all, and under the sunset, one person, one horse and one knife rushed towards the endless felt canopy.

"Kill!"

One hundred and ten scouts shouted, split up into ten teams, and rushed in different directions.

A drunken Sak man staggered out of the felt tent and saw someone galloping towards this side on horseback in the distance, and the direction of the person was exactly the direction of the setting sun, so he couldn't see clearly, just a dark shadow.

It wasn't until he got close that he could see the snow-bright Daning horizontal knife clearly.

Burst!

The war horse flew by, and the black line knife swept past the neck of the Sark, and the war horse was already a few meters away before the head fell.

Soon, black smoke and then flames appeared in some places, and the Sarks said that they did not expect to see the Ning people in their homeland, and the war should be hundreds of miles away from the border.

Sak men are good drinkers, and most of them will drink two glasses after a tiring day, so Shen Leng chose to attack at this time.

Yes, attack.

A hundred-man squad launched an attack on such a large tribal camp.

It's dark.

There was fire everywhere, and no one knew how many Ning people came.

Shen Leng jumped down from the war horse, patted the butt of the war horse, and then lowered his body to walk through the shadow of the felt canopy, he did not rush directly to the largest felt canopy, but squatted down in the dark shadow more than ten meters away and stared over there.

Several people rushed out of the felt tent, led by an old man who looked to be fifty or sixty years old, and under the light of the torches, he knew by looking at his clothes that he was not an ordinary herdsman.

"What's going on!"

The old man asked eagerly in Sach, someone ran over and bent down to tell him something, Shen Leng couldn't be sure if that guy was Gobultier, but he was sure that he must be a big man.

That's enough.

The richly dressed old man led a dozen men towards the place where the fire had started, and the mournful sound of trumpets echoed one after another.

Even more poignant than the sound of the trumpet are the shouts, men's, women's, old-man's, child's...... The fiercest thing in Northern Xinjiang is never snow or cold, and for the black warriors, the fiercest thing is the knife of the Ning people.

The cold knife is cold, and the cold light is cold.

Poof, a Sak man only saw the light of the knife flash, his head left his neck and flew into the air, in the blood mist, Shen Leng came out of the shadows, and slashed on the neck of another Sark, so this human head went to meet the human head just now.

He didn't speak, he didn't even make a sound, he just killed in silence, the black-threaded knife was more terrible than the scythe of death, and if the knife was swept out, it would take away life, and the attacked Sarks began to cry, but there were shouts all around, and their voices were like drops of water flowing into the sea.

"Who can speak the original dialect!"

Shen Leng finally shouted after killing five people in a row, and one of them was visibly stunned.

After seven or eight breaths, there were only two of the dozen Sarks left, one was the old man, and the other was the Sak man whose expression had changed a little just now, how terrifying was the speed of killing one person with one breath?

"You say?"

Shen Leng's knife was on the neck of the Sak man, the old man turned around to leave, the small hunting knife scabbard in Shen Leng's left hand popped out, and the iron claw buckled the old man's neck, pulled back, the iron claw buckled into the flesh and blood, the old man wailed in pain but did not dare to rush forward.

"Will ......"

"Who is he?"

"Gobulten."

"Can he understand Ning Ren's words?"

"Yes...... Ah, no. ”

The Nasak man reacted, Shen Leng's knife had already been wiped over, the knife cut the artery, and blood gushed out like a waterfall.

Shen Leng kicked Gol over with a kick, and the guy crawled on the ground and howled, embarrassed.

"The general you can kill too?"

Shen Leng snorted, and carried the belt of Goburthel into the felt canopy not far away.