Chapter 290: The language of the special is not understood

Make the dog country!

Compared with the outfits of the savages, Yang Shuang thinks that they should be the people of the dog country recorded in the historical materials.

Of course, this is not a curse, just a title.

After the savages were full of food and drink, the two sides each showed a "kind" smile and communicated again, and the leader of the savages took Yang Shuang and the others Shi Shiran to the north.

The more than 2,000 soldiers in the rear, commanded by Yang Awu, quietly followed behind.

With the same troops, unequal equipment, and advanced war concepts, Yang Shuang firmly believes that this battle will be won!

However, as he went deeper into the Northern Regions, some of the strength displayed by the wildlings also made his face strange.

For example, wild people can't run barefoot much slower than their own on skis!

It's a bit of a tata!

What's even worse is that in this dark snowfield, the wild people don't need lighting at all.

As long as they rush forward, regardless of the direction, they will always be marked by the previous mark!

If it weren't for the two lives, Yang Shuang would definitely think that he had met a super ape.

It's really changing!

After half an hour, the night fell completely.

On the vast snowfield, the cold and biting north wind gradually hangs.

Even Yang Shuang, who had extremely strong physical fitness, couldn't help but tighten his clothes.

Anu and them, who were traveling with them, trembled and waved their slightly stiff arms vigorously.

This is the most terrifying moment in the Northern Regions.

If you can't withstand this cold snap, you will definitely turn into an ice sculpture tomorrow morning.

However, to Yang Shuang's horror, not only did the fifty savages not close their open dog skins, but they also yelled excitedly.

Woo woo ~~~~~~~~~

The sound is so loud, deafening, and the tone is crude, and it is endless!

Nima!

Yang Shuang suddenly wanted to pee.

At the time of the Ice Valley, he did scare a few snow wolves, but that doesn't mean that he didn't scare the snow wolves!

In the vast northern region, there are tens of thousands of living creatures, among which the snow wolf is the most rampant.

When they left Dragon City, they had encountered a migrating army of snow wolves.

The overwhelming scene of becoming one with the snow field is still a nightmare in everyone's heart.

Tens of thousands!

Who has seen it?

Yang Shuang felt that the records in the future animal world completely underestimated the habits of wolves!

Of course, this may be thousands of years of evolution, and the rampant use of thermal weapons has deprived the snow wolf of the most suitable environment before it becomes less terrifying.

Fortunately, at that time, Yang Shuang's side was also outnumbered, forming a military formation and scaring the other party back, so as to avoid a cross-racial war.

And now, this group of wild people is yelling and screaming without knowing whether they are alive or dead, who knows if the snow wolf army has gone far?

Yang Shuang decided to stop them!

Just as he took action, the fire that caught his eye completely shocked him.

Under the dark night, countless jumping light clusters, like neon lights in the future city, illuminate the earth and bring incredible things to people.

Yang Shuang rubbed his eyes, and was starting again, and there were still countless snow-white graves in front of him!

No!

It should be a round igloo dug up!

Densely packed, horizontal and vertically in columns, tightly wrapping the largest one in the middle.

"Governor, something seems wrong!" Nuda didn't know whether he was frightened or frozen, the two rows of teeth were fighting fiercely, and even his speech was a little slurred.

"One, two, three····· Five··· 10······" The more Yang Shuang counted, the more frightened he became, if he had really gone to school in his previous life, there should be more than 2,000 graves in front of him that could cause the sudden death of patients with dense phobias!

No matter which legion, or tribe, it is impossible for each person to arrange a military tent, so the number of savages translated by Anu before is simply incorrect!

As for how many, maybe multiply by the number ten!

Two thousand five, against an enemy whose number is uncertain, but definitely more than 20,000, what are the odds of winning?

Yang Shuang didn't know, but he was hungry, and he definitely couldn't survive!

"Governor, are we still robbing?"

"Rob your uncle!" Yang Shuang rubbed Fa Mu's cheeks and looked at the leader who led the way again.

The other party didn't seem to know that the wolf had been lured into the room, but he was still showing a kind smile at the moment, and after whining at Anu a few times, he led a dozen people straight to the big grave in the center of the "white cemetery".

"What should I do?" Yang Awu, who was waiting for the order, touched it alone.

"Wait and see!" Yang Shuang finally understood why in the anti-Japanese drama, no matter how stupid the traitor is, how stupid he is, whether it is good or bad, the devil has to bring it.

The language barrier is a big problem!