Following the traces left by the caravan, Chen Yue walked on the grassland with 1,200 troops, and on the sixth day, snowflakes suddenly fell from the sky. At first, it was just crushed snow foam, which fell on the face coldly, and slowly the snow became heavier and heavier, and the whole grassland became white. The north wind carried snowflakes in the face, and the beaters couldn't open their eyes, and the snow poured into their clothes through the gaps in people's necks, and the cool bustle was particularly uncomfortable. All the soldiers hunched their necks, wrapped their heads and faces tightly in towels, and continued their trek through the wind and snow.

The road suddenly became difficult, and the mules and horses pulling the wagons sneezed desperately. The cavalrymen could no longer sit on their horses, so they could only get off their horses and lead them forward.

"It's a gloomy day, and it's going down!" Sun Yuhou, an old military household in his forties, looked at the sky and sighed. He is the former defender of Qingshikou, a few years ago when the Tartars entered the pass, he hid in the mountains with his family, and only returned to Qingshikou last month, because of his good riding skills and was selected as a cavalryman.

"Brother, do you think you'll continue?" A young soldier in his twenties asked in a low voice.

"The snow on the grassland is often several days at a time, and depending on the weather, where is this? Looking at this situation, I am afraid that tomorrow, the snow will be knee-long. Sun Yuhou sighed.

Looking at the snowflakes fluttering in front of him, Chen Yue was worried, such a heavy snow had caused great difficulties to the march, and the wheels were slipping in the snow, and they had to rely on the soldiers to push on both sides to avoid turning over. And the cavalry could not run in the snow at all, and all became infantry. Originally, there were only four or five days left to reach the Khalkha tribe, and I don't know when it will be.

When it was almost dark, Chen Yue finally ordered to camp, and on top of the snow, he set up a tent, and both men and horses hid in the tent to avoid the long night. I took the dry firewood from the truck and started a fire in the snow, so that I could not care about being found in order to keep out the cold, but in this heavy snow, I believe that I will not meet anyone. Piles of bonfires burned, iron pots were set on them, and large piles of snow were shoveled into the pots, and soon boiled. Long journeys and cold weather are the most damaging to people's feet, and how many people get frostbite on their feet in such weather. After the water boiled, all the soldiers soaked their feet in hot water, and after eating a hot meal, they hid in their tents and slept soundly.

At night, the snowflakes fall on the tents, making a sparse sound, and people who have been running around all day fall asleep soundly in this snowflake sound.

When I woke up the next morning, I opened the door of the tent, and the snow poured in at once, and the whole tent was almost buried by thick snow. The snow is still falling, but it is much lighter than yesterday.

Everyone worked together to pull the chariot out of the snow, unloaded the wheels of the chariot and loaded it in the wagon, which was equipped with wide slabs and turned into sleds that could glide in the snow. The snow was so heavy that it was impossible to make a fire, so all the soldiers had to eat breakfast on snow grass and grass with dry food, and then continue their trek.

The war horses walked with deep feet and shallow feet, and the war horses pulled sleds, but they saved a lot of effort and were very light, so they loaded all the loads on the carts, and the soldiers moved forward empty-handed.

The trail of the caravan ahead was covered in heavy snow, but there was a drawn map of the march, and the caravan would not be far away with a wooden stick as a marker, so that the two sides would not be separated.

Walking in the snow, two days later, several low hills suddenly appeared in front of me, one of which was completely black, and even the heavy snow could not hide its true color.

"The Khalkha tribe is coming!" Seeing Montenegro, Chen Yue couldn't help but be overjoyed, turning northeast from Montenegro, and there would be two days of travel to the Crescent Lake, where the Khalkha tribe was located.

Wang Yin walked with the caravan with the same difficulty, because the group was smaller, and it was much easier to walk than the army behind. The snow was so great that Wang Yin couldn't bear such a hard march, so he could only march on a wagon converted into a sled. This truck was specially modified for Wang Yin, and the top of the carriage was installed, and the outside was covered with thick wool felt, which could not be invaded by wind and snow, but even so, Wang Yin still felt unbearable, and it was really difficult for a scholar like him to march with a thin body.

Fortunately, the Khalkha tribe is finally coming. On this day, the guards who opened the way in front sent back the good news, and it was only more than twenty miles away from the Crescent Lake. Wang Yin ordered a man to wait for the army behind, and informed them of the arrival of the destination, while he continued to march with the caravan towards Crescent Lake.

"Daming's caravan is here again, and it's coming with heavy snow!" The Khalkha tribes on the shores of the Crescent Lake were boiling, and numerous herdsmen rushed out of their tents to welcome the arrival of the caravan.

"You really keep your promises, but what about Shopkeeper Fan?" The old man of the tribe took Liu Neng's hand and sighed, and then asked Fan Tianyu. On the last day he came to trade, Liu Neng was very familiar with everyone in the tribe.

"Our shopkeeper Fan couldn't help the long journey, and after going back, he got sick, and he couldn't come, so our old shopkeeper personally led the team over, and he was the uncle of the shopkeeper Fan." Liu Neng introduced Wang Yin to the old man with a smile.

Wang Yin is elegant and extraordinary, and he has served in the first assistant Zhou Yan's Confucian curtain, and he has been in contact with high-ranking officials and dignitaries from all over the world, and his aura is better than Fan Tianyu. Looking at Wang Yin's face, the old man didn't dare to underestimate him, and hurriedly came over to greet him, while Wang Yin responded politely with a smile, and after a few words, the old man had a good impression.

It is still a feast to catch the wind, hot mutton, and fragrant mare's milk wine to wash away the fatigue of the travelers and drive away the severe cold. The singing and dancing of the Mongolian girls are a feast for everyone's eyes.

After the banquet, everyone still went to rest in the tent, and the trade waited until the next day. That night, many Mongolian maidens went into the tents of the guests to enjoy the pleasure between men and women. This is all too common in Mongolian tribes, where there is a serious imbalance between men and women.

At dawn, Yu Feng woke up, pushed away the jade arm of the girl wrapped around his neck, and silently put on his clothes.

"It's okay to pee in the tent, why go to the snow on such a cold day." Zizig grunted, rolled over and continued to sleep.

Looking at the girl who was sleeping under the wool quilt, Yu Feng was silent for a while, but he still hardened his heart, pulled out a steel knife and slashed it hard......

ps: The collection has been dropping, the subscription is not good, no one rewards, Lao Ren is extremely depressed, is the writing really too bad?