In the twilight of the winter moon, the remnant sun is like blood. The cold wind was like a knife, striking from the distant mountains of Mopo, the trees that were coercing the silence of the moth made a terrible sound, the low shrubs were also moaning and trembling, and several groups of migratory birds perched on the shore of Juyanze Lake flew into the sky in panic, shaking off pieces of feathers in the busy fluttering of their wings.

It was not the cold wind that frightened them, but the swords.

A dark shadow loomed in the distance, arriving at Juyanze earlier than nightfall.

Although the people and horses did not show their sights, the sound of horses' hooves that sounded like thunder had already shook the whole Ju Yanze and groaned.

A military flag was first raised at the top of the hill, and then more and more cavalry appeared behind the small hill, and the horses of all colors spewed hot air and galloped in the cold wind, and the knights on horseback roared, holding high spears, bows and arrows, and other weapons, and pounced on the Ding Linghu felt tents that stretched along the lake.

The sound of bullhorns had already resounded over the felt tent, and some Ding Ling people had come out of their felt tents, young and old, men and women, either armed with bows and arrows, or holding spears and short knives, but it was too late.

The sharp sound of the drummer swept over their heads, followed by countless arrows that caused the Ding Ling people who rushed out of the felt tent to suffer casualties, and the enemy horse's war horses flew in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, the remaining Ding Ling people were rushed to pieces, and the knights on horseback used spears and sabers to mercilessly slaughter the living life.

It wasn't until the last person of Ding Linghu who resisted fell in a pool of blood that this one-sided brutal killing came to an abrupt end.

The victorious men and horses did not stop, they were wrapped in the smell of dirt and blood, shuttling around the tent, repeating the request for surrender in short and powerful nonsense, and did not allow the Ding Ling people hiding in the felt tent to have half of the defense and questioning.

Soon, the rest of the Ding Ling people trembled and came out of the tent, and they wept in fear and kowtowed in front of the fierce enemy horsemen, and begged for mercy.

Yang Feng, who was in armor, got off his horse and walked in front of Ding Lingren's vehicle.

This is a very simple carriage, the body only has a large canopy, can barely shelter from the wind and rain on the way, and the Han car is gorgeously decorated, spacious and comfortable BMW incense car is like cloud and mud, but it also has a special place, that is, the wheels are tall, four or five feet in diameter, which is conducive to the Ding Ling people carrying tents, food, forage and other materials, trekking and migrating in snow, deep grass, shoals and other places.

He lifted his foot and kicked the tall wheels, and the canopy, which was quite high off the ground, suddenly made a trembling sound.

"There are not only so many people in the tribe, but where have they fled?"

Yang Feng's attention quickly shifted from Ding Lingren's carriage to the captive, and he pressed the anger in his chest and asked angrily.

Several Hu Han military officials who felt the anger on the main general were silent one by one, and did not dare to answer.

It wasn't until Pang De personally took a few Hu soldiers to torture Ding Lingren's prisoners that Yang Feng got a rough answer.

"The cavalry of the Qiang Dynasty discovered the traces of the attack of the army in advance, and last night they left Juyanze with a large group of men and horses and supplies, these people were secretly abandoned by him and used to confuse the old, weak, sick and disabled of our army, and many of them did not know where their tribesmen had fled."

"Hmph, where can they flee?"

Yang Feng had already asked his soldiers to unfold the map, and looking at the simple information on the map, he snorted coldly.

If you flee to the east, you will enter the grasslands of Xianbei in the west, and if you flee to the west, you will break into the territory of the countries of the Western Regions, and only by fleeing to the north is a wise choice.

There are also mountains such as Zhuo Evil Mountain and Junji Mountain in the north, and entering a hidden valley to avoid the pursuers and spend the winter is undoubtedly the most suitable for Ding Ling's escape in winter.

"We continued to chase north, they took a large group of livestock and supplies, leaving obvious traces, and the footsteps were not much faster, it was difficult to avoid our scouts, as long as we continued to pursue, we would definitely be able to catch them."

Yang Feng put away the map again, looked at the cold wind howling in the north, and said firmly.

"General-" Seeing Yang Feng's appearance of chasing after him to the end and refusing to give up, Pound's face was full of sadness, he looked at the north worriedly, and stopped talking.

"Ling Ming, what else do you want to say?"

Yang Feng retracted his gaze when he heard this, a little displeased, and looked at Pang De and asked.

"The weather is too cold, looking at the sky, I am afraid that a heavy snowstorm will appear soon, and the soldiers are rushing, and it will be difficult for the rear supplies to keep up. It's been out of Cyprus for many days now, and there is not much food left in the army, and if you chase it any further, once you encounter a blizzard, I'm afraid—"

Pound didn't dare to say the latter words.

Once the wind and snow are combined and the military needs are cut off, the army besieged by the blizzard will be in a dilemma, and then the Hu soldiers who usually bow down to their ears will turn into wolves and jackals, grinding their teeth and sucking blood, and eating their masters.

Yang Feng sneered, waved his hand, did not take Pound's words to heart, he insisted on his own opinion and said:

"The general led his division to the battle, and there was no reason to shirk the battle. At present, Ding Linghu is at the end of his rope, and he can only flee north in a hurry, I can't wait to catch up with the fleeing Hu people and strive to eliminate them, do I still have to sit back and watch them leave unscathed, and after recuperating their strength, they will come back to disturb Yanze in the spring of next year. ”

"Having said that, the general is the head of the three armies, so how can he risk pursuing, just send a partial general to lead the troops to continue to chase north."

"Ling Ming! The battle array is a place of fierce soldiers, and if you die, you live, and if you are lucky, you die. For the general's horse leather shroud, fortunately. I have followed the hussar general to fight for many years, breaking the army and going down to the city, risking the arrows and stones, and never retreating from difficulties, so that all the soldiers can follow the order, and everything is disobeyed, which is also the victory of Wei Huo in the desert and destroying the strong captives. Today, if the main general retreats to Sene to sit down, and only the general will take the risk to pursue Chief Hu, then no matter whether I win or lose, what will I use to command the soldiers and command the three armies in the future? ”

In the face of Yang Feng's undoubtedness, Pang De, as a subordinate, could not say anything, so he could only put down his advice and bow to the leader's orders, and then turned around and left, conveying General Anxi's military orders to all departments.

Soon, Yang Feng, who insisted on his own views and pursued the enemy, ordered to blow the trumpet, let the cavalry who had just dismounted and rested to get on their horses, leaving only a small number of soldiers and horses to escort the prisoners, and most of the rest of the cavalry continued to pursue Ding Linghu, who fled to the north.

The cold wind is howling, and the trumpet is urging.

In Lu Shuihu's cavalry ranks, the concubine Yijian, who had just dismounted and rested, heard the sound of the horn to continue the march, and a look of disgust appeared on her face, and he whipped his horse fiercely, and said with a curse:

"On such a cold day, the soldiers and horses began to suffer from frostbite, and they have to continue to chase after him, this Han general, who only cares about his own military exploits, is too inconsiderate of these Hu soldiers at the bottom of us, so no one can stop his stupid behavior."

Zhi Yuanduo, who was already holding the saddle and preparing to get on the horse, stopped his movements when he heard this, looked back and scolded with a smile:

"Concubine Yijian, hurry up and shut your stinky mouth, General Anxi has made up his mind, and even Captain Pang can't persuade him, who dares to say more, don't get on the horse again, be careful to let the general's personal soldiers see it, tie you behind the tail of the horse and drag you away!"

"They dare! I am also a person who has made many achievements in the army, this Hexi Pingding, is not relying on our Lu Shuihu's cavalry, a few small Han soldiers dare to insult me? ”

"Huh." Zhi Yuanduo sneered, pointed at Yijian's concubine and said:

"You don't have to forget what happened at the banquet on the day of the storming of the Biaoshi City, their Han general's heart is very dark, if I hadn't stopped you in time, I'm afraid that you would have become a dead soul under the sword, and the share of military merit rewards earned would be swallowed up by others."

As soon as the original matter was mentioned by Zhi Yuanduo, Yi Jian's concubine's face suddenly turned red, he gasped, remembering the humiliation at the banquet and almost dying, but he dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, so he could only whip the grass a few more times before he got on the war horse angrily, followed the direction of the military flag pointed in front of him, and skillfully urged the horse.

Let you run rampant in the cold for a while, once ... Hum...

After seeing the fearful and hateful military flag, Concubine Yi Jian looked at the sky in the distance, and her heart slowly rippled.

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The night was approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the starry sky over the grassland was faintly flashing in the distance, and the speed of the migrating and fleeing tribes slowly slowed down, and the men and horses in the vanguard had stopped their mounts, moved down the felt tents and food from the tall canopies, and prepared to set up tents to feed the horses and make fires to eat.

"My lord, everyone has been gone all day, it's time to stop and rest, get a good night's sleep, and wait until tomorrow daylight to hurry!"

Several of the Ding Ling nobles rode back together and found the tribal lord who was urging the team forward.

After listening to the words of these nobles in unison, he snorted coldly and did not object, but his face still showed a trace of dissatisfaction.

These nobles, on the way to escape, still coveted temporary comfort, and they didn't take the orders of their own tribesmen seriously.

"My lord, I really can't walk, and even if we can hold on, the horses won't be able to survive."

The nobles were obviously also aware of Qiang's dissatisfaction, and a young nobleman hurriedly explained to Dawn with a wry smile.

"Let's go." He did not answer, he whipped him violently, and the mount under his crotch hissed rhythmically, spread its hooves and ran as fast as it could.

Now that the vanguard led by several tribal nobles had stopped, he didn't say anything more. Just give the order to let the people eat as soon as possible, and at the same time feed the livestock enough fodder, and hurry tomorrow as soon as possible.

After he dismounted, he soon had a bearded woman respectfully offer steaming food.

As the lord of the Ding Ling tribe, although it is not possible to concentrate power like the Han monarch, and will often be subject to the nobles and wizards of the tribe, but for ordinary subordinates and slaves, he is undoubtedly a monarch who has the power to kill and seize power.

Qi Yi's mind was not on food, looking at the soaring white gas, he was distracted for a while, and a ridiculous thought came out of his heart.

This is made from millet and wheat plundered from the Han Chinese, boiled together with dried meat and wild vegetables, and in the cold winter, this troublesome hot food is significantly more able to warm the body than cold and stiff dried cheese.

Perhaps, now when he and these comfort-hungry nobles are eating and warming themselves in the cumbersome way of the Han people, those Han people are learning to drink cheese and eat meat, braving the cold and wind to continue to catch up.

Ridiculous, impossible?

He had heard a lot of stories circulating on the grassland, and he knew that it was because they believed in this impossibility that the Huns were defeated in the south and north of the desert, in the Jiluo Mountain, and under the Jinwei Mountain.

It would be nice if there was a blizzard.

He took the food casually, and after taking a few bites of it like a jujube, he stood up and muttered secretly as he looked at the stars that had disappeared in the night sky.

While the blizzard was a great threat to the fleeing tribesmen, it was even more dangerous for the lightly armed cavalry, who lacked supplies.

The wind and snow will make the obvious traces of riding disappear, and it will also make people and horses who are not familiar with the grassland lose themselves in the vastness.

It's just that, how can you decide for yourself?

He shook his head, and although he had a bonfire to keep warm, he did not last long in the cold wind, and soon he took over the vigil, and then, like the other nobles, went into the felt tent where he already had wives and concubines and slaves to warm their bed.

The warmth of the breath made the tiredness of the cloud rise rapidly, and he soon snored on the carpet, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In his dreams, he seemed to be back to the North Sea, where he had already begun to show his glory in the tribe as a child, galloping horses to hunt, grazing and singing······

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