"Governor, it's not that it's possible, but they're already here!"

Thinking that he didn't look away, Nuji decided to let someone recognize the reality.

However, Yang Shuang at this moment was unheard, and it wasn't until a long time later that he adjusted his thinking to the position of synchronizing with everyone.

It's not that he doesn't believe the news, but he thinks about his current situation.

Heavy snow fell from the sky, and the battle of the bitter sea must end early, and Datou and Sha Boliu each went back to their respective homes and looked for their mothers.

The road to Datou is not far away, just return along the southern foot of Altai.

The journey home from Chabelio was a bit bumpy and bumpy.

First of all, you have to cross the weak water, then cross the Black Gobi, and then bypass the Yin Mountain and arrive at the Yin Mountain Prairie.

If something happens to him on the way, there is a good chance that Saberio will transfer his army north.

As the saying goes, there are 1,000 people, and 10,000 people are boundless.

Despite the losses of Shabelio in the Battle of the Bitter Sea, even if only half of the 400,000 soldiers and horses remained, and only 2,500 men remained, they would not be able to resist it.

What's more, in the bitter cold land of the Northern Regions, after the blizzard hit, there are no plants, trees and beasts, and the grain and grass have bottomed out recently, what to do with Shabelio?

Hundreds of thousands of troops, like a net of heaven and earth, swept from the south to the north, even if he wanted to bypass, it was estimated that he would not be able to complete it in a short time.

Because, there are too many enemies!

"Thief chicken cao egg!"

Yang Shuang scolded angrily, tied the sword and shield behind him, looked at everyone, and roared: "The whole army turned around and returned the same way!" ”

He really couldn't find a way to deal with what was in front of him.

Hiding in the snow?

Don't fool yourself, so many soldiers and horses, as well as the traces left by skis, even if it is dark night, it is eye-catching and abnormal in the eyes of the Turkic sentinels.

What is the solution?

Thirty-six strategies are the best policy!

The news of the encounter with the main Turkic force could not be concealed at all, and the Manu and Longxi soldiers who knew all this also chose to forget the joy of returning home, and slid towards the north with great terror.

Running north is naturally the result of Yang Shuang's careful consideration.

The snow here is just below the knees, and the impact on the cavalry is not too great, if you enter the Yanran Mountains, the gradually increasing snow will inevitably make it difficult for the horses to move an inch!

And if you have skis, you can...

That's not right!

Feeling the stinging north wind, Yang Shuang's face changed again.

······ Fix the following after half an hour······

"Governor, it's not that it's possible, but they're already here!"

Thinking that he didn't look away, Nuji decided to let someone recognize the reality.

However, Yang Shuang at this moment was unheard, and it wasn't until a long time later that he adjusted his thinking to the position of synchronizing with everyone.

It's not that he doesn't believe the news, but he thinks about his current situation.

Heavy snow fell from the sky, and the battle of the bitter sea must end early, and Datou and Sha Boliu each went back to their respective homes and looked for their mothers.

The road to Datou is not far away, just return along the southern foot of Altai.

The journey home from Chabelio was a bit bumpy and bumpy.

First of all, you have to cross the weak water, then cross the Black Gobi, and then bypass the Yin Mountain and arrive at the Yin Mountain Prairie.

If something happens to him on the way, there is a good chance that Saberio will transfer his army north.

As the saying goes, there are 1,000 people, and 10,000 people are boundless.

Despite the losses of Shabelio in the Battle of the Bitter Sea, even if only half of the 400,000 soldiers and horses remained, and only 2,500 men remained, they would not be able to resist it.

What's more, in the bitter cold land of the Northern Regions, after the blizzard hit, there are no plants, trees and beasts, and the grain and grass have bottomed out recently, what to do with Shabelio?

Hundreds of thousands of troops, like a net of heaven and earth, swept from the south to the north, even if he wanted to bypass, it was estimated that he would not be able to complete it in a short time.

Because, there are too many enemies!

"Thief chicken cao egg!"

Yang Shuang scolded angrily, tied the sword and shield behind him, looked at everyone, and roared: "The whole army turned around and returned the same way!" ”

He really couldn't find a way to deal with what was in front of him.

Hiding in the snow?

Don't fool yourself, so many soldiers and horses, as well as the traces left by skis, even if it is dark night, it is eye-catching and abnormal in the eyes of the Turkic sentinels.

What is the solution?

Thirty-six strategies are the best policy!

The news of the encounter with the main Turkic force could not be concealed at all, and the Manu and Longxi soldiers who knew all this also chose to forget the joy of returning home, and slid towards the north with great terror.

Running north is naturally the result of Yang Shuang's careful consideration.

The snow here is just below the knees, and the impact on the cavalry is not too great, if you enter the Yanran Mountains, the gradually increasing snow will inevitably make it difficult for the horses to move an inch!

And if you have skis, you can...

That's not right!

Feeling the stinging north wind, Yang Shuang's face changed again.