The scattered snowflakes gradually transform from the size of fingernails to goose feathers.

It covered up the stumps and broken arms, buried thousands of corpses, erased the tragic traces left to the earth after the battle, and turned the vast ice field into a snowy field.

"Speed up!"

Stepping on the snow that had just reached his ankles, Yang Shuang bent down to probe the snort of the fallen manu below, and then tore off the Turkic battle flag next to him to cover his face.

The battle was very tragic.

In order to snatch food and grass, the Turks fell into complete madness.

Even if it was just a cart of weeds, they had to fight to the death, and they did not hesitate to pay hundreds of lives for it.

Is it worth it?

Worth!

Snow is not the coldest when it falls, and cold snaps always come after a snow shower.

If you are still wearing your current clothes two days later, you will probably be frozen to death!

Everyone understands this truth, so no one dares to retreat!

Rushing up is death, not rushing up is still death, in order to take away the grain and grass, there is a chance to live.

Yang Shuang is not omnipotent.

In the face of the Turkic madman who is desperately culling, he can control the manu who is not comparable to the homeless people, which is already a move against the sky.

Fortunately, after half a day of fighting, although Manu lost nearly half, his own side also won the war.

Not only that, but more than 300 grain and grass trucks were also snatched.

The crunching wagons crumbled, crushing the soft snow.

The surviving Mannu were still in excitement, gathering in groups of three or five to protect the vehicle and sail north together.

They really couldn't believe that they were so thin and weak that they could defeat the Turkic Iron Cavalry.

This is tantamount to a lamb in a sheepfold that kills a hungry snow wolf.

And Yang Shuang is the only one who understands the reason.

Soldier Soul!

The reason why he can command Manu like an arm is completely dependent on the soldier's soul brought by the system.

In order to ensure the victory of this battle, he took out all the savings of the gray space.

But even so, there were many manunons who were not blessed, and as a result, they all died.

As soon as the time for the fusion of the soldier's soul passed, he returned to the gray space again, and the possessed manu looked around blankly.

Yang Shuang would leave them a chance to think carefully, and immediately divided into two routes, one was taken by Anu to the north, and the other was to follow him straight to the south gate.

The losses of the Turkic army out of the city were no worse than those of Yang Shuang's army, and even worse.

The failure to snatch grain and grass made the morale of the already underprivileged even worse.

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The scattered snowflakes gradually transform from the size of fingernails to goose feathers.

It covered up the stumps and broken arms, buried thousands of corpses, erased the tragic traces left to the earth after the battle, and turned the vast ice field into a snowy field.

"Speed up!"

Stepping on the snow that had just reached his ankles, Yang Shuang bent down to probe the snort of the fallen manu below, and then tore off the Turkic battle flag next to him to cover his face.

The battle was very tragic.

In order to snatch food and grass, the Turks fell into complete madness.

Even if it was just a cart of weeds, they had to fight to the death, and they did not hesitate to pay hundreds of lives for it.

Is it worth it?

Worth!

Snow is not the coldest when it falls, and cold snaps always come after a snow shower.

If you are still wearing your current clothes two days later, you will probably be frozen to death!

Everyone understands this truth, so no one dares to retreat!

Rushing up is death, not rushing up is still death, in order to take away the grain and grass, there is a chance to live.

Yang Shuang is not omnipotent.

In the face of the Turkic madman who is desperately culling, he can control the manu who is not comparable to the homeless people, which is already a move against the sky.

Fortunately, after half a day of fighting, although Manu lost nearly half, his own side also won the war.

Not only that, but more than 300 grain and grass trucks were also snatched.

The crunching wagons crumbled, crushing the soft snow.

The surviving Mannu were still in excitement, gathering in groups of three or five to protect the vehicle and sail north together.

They really couldn't believe that they were so thin and weak that they could defeat the Turkic Iron Cavalry.

This is tantamount to a lamb in a sheepfold that kills a hungry snow wolf.

And Yang Shuang is the only one who understands the reason.

Soldier Soul!

The reason why he can command Manu like an arm is completely dependent on the soldier's soul brought by the system.

In order to ensure the victory of this battle, he took out all the savings of the gray space.

But even so, there were many manunons who were not blessed, and as a result, they all died.

As soon as the time for the fusion of the soldier's soul passed, he returned to the gray space again, and the possessed manu looked around blankly.

Yang Shuang would leave them a chance to think carefully, and immediately divided into two routes, one was taken by Anu to the north, and the other was to follow him straight to the south gate.

The losses of the Turkic army out of the city were no worse than those of Yang Shuang's army, and even worse.

The failure to snatch grain and grass made the morale of the already underprivileged even worse.

The scattered snowflakes gradually transform from the size of fingernails to goose feathers.

It covered up the stumps and broken arms, buried thousands of corpses, erased the tragic traces left to the earth after the battle, and turned the vast ice field into a snowy field.

"Speed up!"

Stepping on the snow that had just reached his ankles, Yang Shuang bent down to probe the snort of the fallen manu below, and then tore off the Turkic battle flag next to him to cover his face.

The battle was very tragic.

In order to snatch food and grass, the Turks fell into complete madness.

Even if it was just a cart of weeds, they had to fight to the death, and they did not hesitate to pay hundreds of lives for it.

Is it worth it?

Worth!

Snow is not the coldest when it falls, and cold snaps always come after a snow shower.

If you are still wearing your current clothes two days later, you will probably be frozen to death!

Everyone understands this truth, so no one dares to retreat!

Rushing up is death, not rushing up is still death, in order to take away the grain and grass, there is a chance to live.

Yang Shuang is not omnipotent.

In the face of the Turkic madman who is desperately culling, he can control the manu who is not comparable to the homeless people, which is already a move against the sky.

Fortunately, after half a day of fighting, although Manu lost nearly half, his own side also won the war.

Not only that, but more than 300 grain and grass trucks were also snatched.

The crunching wagons crumbled, crushing the soft snow.

The surviving Mannu were still in excitement, gathering in groups of three or five to protect the vehicle and sail north together.

They really couldn't believe that they were so thin and weak that they could defeat the Turkic Iron Cavalry.

This is tantamount to a lamb in a sheepfold that kills a hungry snow wolf.

And Yang Shuang is the only one who understands the reason.

Soldier Soul!

The reason why he can command Manu like an arm is completely dependent on the soldier's soul brought by the system.

In order to ensure the victory of this battle, he took out all the savings of the gray space.

But even so, there were many manunons who were not blessed, and as a result, they all died.

As soon as the time for the fusion of the soldier's soul passed, he returned to the gray space again, and the possessed manu looked around blankly.

Yang Shuang would leave them a chance to think carefully, and immediately divided into two routes, one was taken by Anu to the north, and the other was to follow him straight to the south gate.

The losses of the Turkic army out of the city were no worse than those of Yang Shuang's army, and even worse.

The failure to snatch grain and grass made the morale of the already underprivileged even worse.