Compared to Qian Buli, Zamuhe's situation can be regarded as extremely miserable, and there is nothing more painful in the world than watching his children fall one by one, and Zamuhe is experiencing this pain.

He couldn't figure out why the children had become weaker and weaker in the past, and they killed the horses to satisfy their hunger, and the bowls full of hot horse blood poured down could not restore the children's strength.

Growing under the blue sky and crisscrossing the grassland, Zamuhe is indeed inferior to the ministers of Ji Zhouguo, and after he returned to the grassland, he failed to figure out the key, but he regarded the weakness of the children as a disease caused by the lack of adaptation to the soil and water.

However, chronic poison is not so easy to prepare, even in modern society, chronic poison prepared with modern medicine will lose its lethality after the patient stops taking the poison, and at most can make the patient weak for a period of time. Naturally, the otherworldly medical skills that Qian has traveled to cannot be compared with modern medicine, and the power of chronic poisons is very limited.

Some of the very strong generals and soldiers such as Zamuhe, Muhan, and Chahar all survived, and when they arrived at Snowfield City, there were less than 200 guards and light cavalry left in Zamuhe. The temperament of these two hundred people has changed a lot compared to when they first came to Snow Plains City, what flashed in their eyes was a cruel and fierce light that dared to despise everything, but now it has become a kind of indifference, Tarzan collapses in front of him without changing color, death is death, panic and fear are unnecessary.

The gates of Snowfield City were wide open, and inside was an empty city, and the people silently entered and exited through the south gate, their greed had been exhausted by the cruel experience, and no one wanted to rummage through the belongings, all they wanted was to follow the horses of Zamuhe.

"Big brother, where are we going?" Sticky Han asked softly, this reckless general seemed to have changed after Sankui's death, his face was a little more calm, he had learned to suppress all the hatred in his heart.

"If I'm not mistaken, the pursuers behind us will soon be coming." Zamuhe groaned: "Let's go from the cliff of sacrifice. ”

"Sacrifice Cliff?" Sticky Han couldn't help but gasp.

"The only place nearby where people can hide is the Snow Gold Mine, and the people of Snow City must be hiding there, but if we go to the Gold Mine first and sacrifice our dead soldiers with the blood of those untouchables... It will take at least two more days, and we can't afford to risk any more. Zamuhe said slowly: "Now that I think about it, they invited us to cooperate, which is a big conspiracy, but it's a pity... We are so greedy! ”

"Big brother, you mean the people of the city...

Zamuhe nodded: "Greed is our biggest flaw!" If we still want to seek revenge on that money, we must change our greedy habits, or we will still fall into his trap! That person。。。。。 It's horrible! ”

"I understand, big brother." The flame of hatred in Sticky's eyes flickered.

Zamuhe looked back at Snowfield City, this is a city that brought him great humiliation, but Zamuhe is different from Sticky, there is no hatred in his eyes, only expectation, where he falls, he must get up from where he falls, this is Zamuhe's creed!

"Failure has also given me a lot of inspiration... Money is inseparable! Zamuhe took one last look at Snow Plains City, and waved his horses: "Go to the cliff!" ”

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Just when Zamuhe sighed, Qian Buli was also sighing to his team, for an army, the commander is the brain of the army, the scout is the eyes of the army, the general is the hands and feet and weapons of the army, and the veteran is the bones of the army!

Veteran is a cruel word, every veteran is the lucky one who has survived the bloody storm, but no one dares to guarantee that the lucky will be carried to the next time.

Veterans were bought with the blood of countless companions, and the tragic deaths of one companion after another gave veterans one inspiration after another, making them more cunning and more warlike!

When he swept through the Ji Zhou Kingdom with this army, how many of these 3,000 people would be left? Three hundred?? Qian Buli sighed deeply, the soldiers revered themselves, but they wanted to send them to death without return, Qian Buli couldn't help but feel a burst of pain, but there was no choice in war!

Wisdom can make people accessible, and wisdom always makes people see potential contradictions and helplessness, which is a joke of life on the outlook on life. The sage's back is too heavy.

Money does not leave and shakes the head, this kind of compassion cannot appear in war! I remember that my grandfather said many times: Ci is not in charge of the army! In the War of Liberation, there have been countless cruel battles, a division is exhausted, a division must be added, a column is exhausted, and another column must be pulled, life is just a few numbers for a few commanders who sit in the headquarters and control the overall situation, they are desperately using their numbers to exchange for more numbers from the enemy, everything is for victory! Because only the winners have the right to change history!

"No, what are you looking at?" Ji Shengqing's light voice came from behind him, interrupting Qian Qi's thoughts.

Qian Buli sighed, retracted back into the carriage, and reached out to hold Ji Shengqing's little hand, Ji Shengqing's face remained unchanged, but she turned her eyes to the side, she had to be taken advantage of by Qian Buli several times every day, she had already adapted, and she was no longer as blushing and heartbeat and shy as before.

Qian Buli thought about it while playing with Ji Shengqing's little hand, there were too many things for him to consider, and leisure had become a luxury for him.

He had asked Jia Tianxiang to send a few of his cronies to contact Zheng Shuo with Jia Tianxiang's letter, asking Zheng Shuo to send troops to take over the defense of Snow Plains City, and those cronies would take over the Snow Plains Gold Mine. Jia Tianxiang has been in Xueyuan City for 20 years, and he knows the output of Xueyuan gold mines, and he is not afraid that his cronies will become rich and hide gold privately.

As for He Jiongming, there is no need to worry about himself, that kind of old fox knows how to protect himself, and the rest is the legendary barren Fuzhou, can it bring surprises to himself? Qian Buli's thoughts flew to distant Fuzhou。。。。。

(I didn't expect a friend to help me think of a name, moved...) Yesterday's update was not guaranteed.,I'm sorry.,Friends in the group know that after drinking that day, I got into some trouble.,I was chased and scolded for a dog's blood spray.,Escape for your life。。。。。。。。。 ）