The north wind is howling, and the sky is full of frost.

In the pale world, a team like a long snake moved in full.

The whirling wind whipped up the yellow turf and gravel, and the pain of slapping on the face was like a knife cut, and the people had to wrap their animal skin jackets tightly and squint their faces.

"How much longer?"

At the front of the team, Yang Shuang loosened his mask and looked at Apo, who was almost half dead.

More than ten days ago, everyone threw off their pursuers and entered the northern region along the edge of the Black Gobi.

Along the way, although there is frost as a fresh water supply, but the food is almost exhausted, if you can no longer find the hinterland of Yanran Mountain in Abo's mouth, it is estimated that more than 500 soldiers and horses who are physically and mentally exhausted to the extreme, will be turned into the best quality fertilizer in the grassland.

Calculating the time, it has been almost two months since I left Yangguan, and it is estimated that the Central Plains has already finished the Spring Festival.

Of course, there is no name for the Spring Festival in this era, but the Sui Dynasty, or Yuanchen.

"It's coming!" Before entering the Northern Regions, Apo, who had low combat power and galloped wildly, was sick.

After more than ten days of torture, Yang Shuang was a little skeptical that he would be able to survive to his destination.

However, when I asked Apo before, the answer was three or five days, or there was still a little distance.

Now that he heard about it, Yang Shuang immediately cheered up.

For him, walking in the vast snowfield is far more difficult than trekking in the desert.

Because, cold!

Even if there is enough food and water, if there is no heating, it is estimated that if you sleep tonight, you will become an ice sculpture tomorrow!

The most important thing is that after stepping into the Northern Regions, Yang Shuang saw the world clearly.

Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

Neither romance nor history books have any record of this.

This is not Siberia, but the steppe!

"Apo, is it like that every winter here?"

"Ahem, not exactly. The Northern Regions have become like this, and it starts with the gale-strong wind three years ago......"

Ah Po took a sip of frost grains, and said slowly with a heavy resentment.

It turned out that one evening in the summer three years ago, a sudden north wind completely changed his fate.

At that time, he was the most powerful Khan of the Turks.

As the sun sets, cattle, sheep, mules and horses form herds.

Apo led more than a dozen generals comparable to Rahu, galloping on horseback, showing the demeanor of the king of the prairie everywhere.

However, just as everyone was about to close their group and tap their prey, the dim sky in the north suddenly turned red.

"The wolf god is above, what's going on there?"

"Great Khan, could it be Tianhuo?"

"Let's go! Check it out! ”

Apo was about to lead the team, but there was a strange wind in the flat land, whether it was cattle and sheep, or war horses, all of them ignored the constraints of their masters and ran wildly.

In just a moment, before people could react, those strange winds swept through the turf and rose up, forming black dragons that stretched to the sky.

Po admits that he did get scared to pee at the time.

Not only him, but also the surrounding herdsmen, as well as more than a dozen generals, all prostrate on the ground and pray to the wolf god.

Unfortunately, the strange winds ignored this, and not only swallowed up the cattle and sheep that had no time to escape, but also led the people who remained in place to the sky.

The roar of the strange wind muffled the exclamations of the people, and Apo did not have time to grieve, and rode on his beloved war horse to the southern foot of Altai.

Those strange winds were like they had eyes, and they were chasing him closely.

In order to avoid the herders on the grassland, Apo had to turn to the south side.

To his horror, those strange winds not only did not dissipate as time passed, but the fine sand on the edge of the Black Gobi seemed to become more powerful.

Fortunately, when he arrived in the Altai Mountains, the strange wind seemed to encounter inexplicable obstacles, leaving a ravines of more than ten meters on the ground and turning south.

Just when he thought it was all over, something even more terrifying happened.

In the midst of an earth-shattering roar, the ravines first collapsed, and then they coalesced together to form a huge river six or seven miles wide.

But it's not the water that flows in the river, it's the yellow sand!

The yellow sand swallowed up the herdsmen tribes on the edge of the Altai steppe, and swallowed up the 100,000 troops stationed in the royal court to defend Datou·······

By the time everything was finished, the half-dead Apo had burst into tears, grabbed a handful of frost, and whimpered: "The wolf god must have made a mistake, I, Apo, have no ambitions, otherwise I would definitely kill the sand bowl strategy that snatched the position of the Great Khan at that time." I, Apo, didn't do anything unreasonable, even if I went south to plunder, I would leave enough food for the victims. ”

Yang Shuang frowned and was silent, but there were all kinds of speculations in his heart.

The north was red that evening, and it must have nothing to do with ghosts and gods.

Nine times out of ten, a meteor slips down, or a comet passes near Earth.

Even in summer, even in Siberia, it is very cold in some places.

Under the convergence of cold and heat, a storm is formed, and because of its proximity to the Black Gobi, it is entirely possible to develop into a tornado.

According to Apo's description, it is estimated that there were several tornadoes at that time.

Some rolled up the turf, some rolled up the gravel, and some swept away the yellow sand.

Thinking of this, Yang Shuang was shocked.

Three years ago, there was also a strong wind at Yumen Pass!

Yes, there was also a quicksand river that day!

What an unlucky kid!

Yang Shuang shook his head and sighed, "In that case, doesn't it mean that the hinterland of Yanran Mountain has also become a land of ice and snow?" ”

Apo shook his head, "Yanran Mountain runs from east to west, parallel to the Altai Mountains, there is a small Altai on the south side, and there are countless mountains in the north, so its hinterland is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and it is not destroyed by the north wind, even if it is cold outside, it is like early spring inside!" ”

The frosty wind did not howl all the time, and after less than ten miles, everything gradually subsided.

At this time, there were two more majestic mountains stretching to the west and white all over in everyone's eyes.

"On the left is the Altai Mountains, and on the right is the destination of this trip, Yanran Mountain!"

Yang Shuang took off his gloves and knocked on his eyes, "Wangshan ran a dead horse, according to this distance, it is estimated that it will take four or five days!" ”

"It doesn't take that long, another one or twenty miles forward, you can find a frozen river, and then use the saved wood to tie up a row of carts, dragged by war horses, and can carry several people without wheels, before dark, enough to enter Yanran Mountain!" Apo said, reaching into the frost that covered the grass.

He continued: "The ground is freezing, which means that it is usually very humid and it doesn't seem to be that far from the river. ”

Yang Shuang didn't know anything about the Northern Regions, so he couldn't help asking, "Can you see what kind of river this is?" ”

Apo frowned and thought for a while, looked at the two mountain ranges in front of him, and said uncertainly: "It is very likely to be the Orkhon River!" ”

"Huh?" Hearing the slightly familiar name, Yang Shuang asked in surprise: "Could it be that further north, is Lake Baikal?" ”

Apo was stunned, "I didn't expect the master's knowledge to be so originated······"

"Nonsense! My uncle knows astronomy and geography, and knows the ancient and modern times at home and abroad, how can he not even remember the "cautious" ancestral court? Without waiting for Yang Shuang to answer, Yang Awu, who didn't have a good face for Apo along the way, snorted angrily, "When I think my Han people are the strongest, this is the territory of the Central Plains!" (During the Han Dynasty, the Southern Xiongnu Hu Han Xie Shan Yu married Wang Zhaojun and attached to the Central Plains Dynasty.) ）

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