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The snow fell from the sky again and never stopped. Snow covered his knees, and a thick crust of ice covered his calves like white greaves, causing Yang Hu's steps to stagger.

If Yang Hu's horse was still there, he would be able to sit in the saddle he had stolen from the Zhao light horse, and even sleep for a while. However, no, the reason why Yang Hu was so miserable was because of the attack in the early hours of last night.

At that time, Yang Hu was still sleeping wrapped in fur, when suddenly a mournful horn was blown, followed by the sound of drums and gold. Astute, he got up and went out to look, and found that the snow was falling in the camp, and the soldiers hurriedly got out of the tent, grabbed their bows and spears, and ran to the fence.

It was an enemy attack, and there was the sound of clattering hooves and the neighing of horses outside.

But the bowstring was frozen stiff, and most of them could not open the bow, and the spear was also covered with a layer of ice, which was piercing to the bone. Everyone was in a mess, three paces away, and couldn't see anything clearly, not even the torches that burned around the camp's fence and snow walls.

Then, the feathered arrows whizzed in from outside the camp, but they didn't kill much due to the sight and range. Under the organization of the Qi people, those weapons that could still be thrown hurriedly launched a counterattack, after all, they had four or five thousand archers, and they quickly suppressed more than 100 bows on the opposite side.

The sound of hooves faded away, and the Qi people lined up along the fence let out a jagged cheer, but it subsided in an instant. Someone shouted in despair: "They're back!" ”

Then there was another burst of feathered arrows, and Yang Hu could faintly see a huge shadow in the darkness, it was the Zhao clan's archers, they were like waves crashing against the reef. A wave retreated, and another wave came. But the Qi people did not dare to attack. You can only shoot arrows blindly, and as the people who are hit by the arrows fall one after another. Their courage to be inspired by Qi Hou today gradually lost, and they all retreated, shivering like the last leaf on a tree in autumn, both cold and frightened.

So the entire first half of the night became a sleepless night for the Qi people, and Zhao Wuxian only used half of the cavalry, divided into four teams to harass from four directions, so that the Qi people did not sleep well.

It was even worse in the second half of the night. Thousands of Zhao soldiers hanging in the rear also rushed over, and they also did not attack rashly, but stood outside the camp and fired arrows with crossbow arrows into the camp: rockets!

When the brilliant sparks exploded one by one in the Qi camp, everyone panicked, so the Qi pawns spun in circles in confusion, fear growing in their bodies as always.

Fortunately, Qi Hou had already made some preparations and let people shovel snow to extinguish it, but he couldn't take care of this end and couldn't take care of that end, and a peripheral camp was attacked. It was completely destroyed, and a large area of camp tents was burned, and many people died inside. It was easy to survive until dawn, and Qi Hou angrily walked out a few miles with his soldiers. I want to find an opportunity to fight to the death with Zhao Bing. But the Zhao clan's foot cavalry was gone, and they could only come back in disgrace and count the number of people. Last night there were 2,000 dead and wounded.

The only horse that Yang Hu had left to use as a substitute died in the chaos. He originally had two spare horses, but the Marquis of Qi killed them. Undressed and warmed, the doctors below him were not spared. Yang Hu can only contribute the thinner one.

This was originally done by Qi Hou for the Qi pawns, and it was naturally impossible for him, Gao Zhang and the others to walk in the snow, but no one cared about Yang Hu anymore. When he set off today, he went to ask for another horse to travel, and he was actually blinded by the baggage officer.

The man declared: "Most of the mounts are slaughtered in the camp, and the rest of the men with torches, arrows, and immobility are left unused, so you should look elsewhere." ”

Yang Hu is a guest of Qi Hou and a doctor of Biqing, but since Qi Hou glanced at him coldly yesterday, his treatment has been rapidly reduced, and he was only given a piece of dark horse meat the size of a fingernail that day, which was not enough to stuff his teeth, and no one invited him to get in the car along the way.

There was already some gossip in the army, saying that this time they went south to Xilu, it was completely Yang Hu who was instigating the king, which led to their situation today. So the indiscriminate Qi pawns began to gnash their teeth at Yang Hu, and Yang Hu knew that he was used as a scapegoat by Qi Hou.

So he could only stumble in the snow on foot, like those low-level soldiers, and endure the hostile gaze of tens of thousands of people.

Fortunately, the name of Yang Hu's courage was widely spread among the Qi people, and no one dared to deprive him of his clothes, Yang Hu wore a total of three pairs of foot clothes, two liners, and a layer of lambswool fur, and then a cold and stiff leather armor, outside the armor he wrapped a loose sleeveless coat, fixed with a bone needle, and the front of the leather hat covered his forehead. Despite this, he still felt cold, especially in his feet. Just yesterday, when they started walking, they were in such a bad pain that they couldn't stand standing, let alone walk.

So at this moment, Yang Hu is cold and tired, and he really wants to stop, even if he sleeps by the fire for a short while, and eats some food that is not frozen.

But no one is going to share these things with Yang Hu anymore.

What's more, if you stop, you will die, either from the wind and snow, or from the blades of the Zhao cavalry!

The survivors are well aware of this, and when they left the camp this morning, they still had more than 30,000 men, maybe more, but then some were lost in the snow, and the wounded were bleeding to death, and now they may have lost more than a thousand...... Sometimes Yang Hu heard the shouts of the people behind the palace, and even screamed miserably, it was the cavalry of the Zhao clan that came again, and wanted to put down the Qi army one by one.

This time it was not only the people who rode horses, but also some people who "rode wood", and the people of Qi were dumbfounded.

The snow had reached the ankles, the wheels and feet were very difficult, and the horses had to wrap their hooves in thick fur and cloth to run, and their speed was greatly reduced. But Zhao Bing, who was chasing after him, had no worries about this, and the fastest of them were not Zhao Wuxian's light horses, but a new type of tool for dismantling the car. Originally a place for wheels, it is now made of two copper-inlaid wooden boards cocked at both ends, and Zhao Bing stood on it, moving quickly under the pull of the horse, transporting arrows. Take the captives. Yang Hu didn't know that now Zhao Bing called this thing a "sled".

Even more terrifying was the man who stepped on two bamboo boards, held a hockey stick, and skated on the ice. They work in a team of several people, sliding in an S shape, approaching the back of Qi and shooting arrows with their bows and arrows, or they can use their speed to sweep past you, stabbing their sharp swords into the chest of the lone Qi people, and spilling a fountain of blood on the white snow.

The Qi people had never seen it, and they all thought that God had helped, and their morale had dropped faster.

So no matter how tired you are, you must not fall behind, Yang Hu held the short sword tightly, so that the sword body would not be frozen in the scabbard and could not be pulled out at the critical moment. As soon as he heard the movement, he began to run wildly, running as fast as he could, kicking the snow with his feet frozen into popsicles. Finally, he caught up with Qi Hou's car again, and he firmly believed that this would be the safest place in the whole army until the last moment.

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"Another company on the left side of the Qi people was routed and scattered by us, and the company commander and two Li Yousi were captured alive, with dozens of dead and wounded, and there were no casualties among us. The Qi people who were pulled down in the rear were also captured by the wooden riders sent by the Zhongjun Zuo. ”

Standing on the hillock and listening to the report, he looked at the whole situation, watching the black and oppressive brigade of Qi people march slowly north, like a long tired worm. And Zhao Bing is so tidy, like a bird soaring in the sky waiting to hunt.

In terms of tactics, Zhao Wuxian's light knights were no longer the same as the last raid, risking a close charge with a large loss of horses. Instead, he quietly rode down the hills, without raising the flag or blowing, and in the dead silence, he suddenly approached the Qi people like a hunting falcon. Those who can ride and shoot at the same time will sweep the bow from the side, repeating it back and forth, and those who can't do it will shoot at the horse, destroying the enemy's will with a rain of arrows before flying away.

Wuxian and Zhao Ying's herald met head, and the general commander had to listen to his father, and Zhao Ying's style of play also made Wuxian a little surprised. Just now, he actually saw more than 100 Zhao soldiers on skis moving rapidly in the snow, faster than the horses, and before the Qi people could react, they were knocked to the ground, made prisoners, and were tied to a rope and pulled back to the horse-drawn sleigh.

On snowy days, horse-drawn sleds were used to transport the baggage, which was Wuxi's previous advice to Zhao Ying, and the craftsmen of Xiaqiu had long been prepared for this. This method is superior to the wheeled car, and the reason why Zhao Bing was able to catch up with the Qi rank and tail attack so quickly after spending half a day crossing Pushui was a simple but practical thing that made a great contribution.

What Wuxian didn't expect was that there were some old pawns among Zhao Bing, who actually directly cut a few wooden planks and thinned them, and then pressed them into a reasonable curve, holding two slender wooden sticks in their hands, and started skiing directly. It looks like he's not a novice, and it's much better than the bruises he got when he traveled to the Northeast without shirts in his previous life.

Of course, this can't be practiced in a short period of time, and when I asked Zhao Guangde, I knew that these were all veterans from Jinyang.

It turned out that there had been many tribes of Hui and Qian adjacent to Jinyang earlier, and there were even envoys from distant Sushen who offered "Zhuya Shiyan" to the Zhou royal family and the Jin Kingdom who failed to return to their hometowns to live here. These people "shoot and hunt, eat flesh and clothing", and because in winter "the ground is full of snow and fear of pits, so they ride on wood", that is, skis and snowboards that are not seen in shirts.

Over the past few hundred years, the land of Jinyang has become an area where Huaxia and Rong Di are mixed, so this unique custom has also been learned by the Jin people, not to mention that many of them are the Jin fathers and mothers.

This is the scene that Wuxian saw in front of him, it really came like the wind, went like electricity, extremely chic, and was a sharp weapon for snow pursuit. The limelight of the cavalry has even been occupied for a while, and as for the Qi people in the south, they have never seen this kind of play, and they are dumbfounded and regard it as a magic of gods and monsters.

It seems that skiing does not have to wait for the ice frolic that the Manchu Qing Dynasty loved to play in later generations.

Wuxian retracted his reverie and ordered: "We can't afford to be left behind, so we will rotate and harass according to this order, let the people in front come back, and the other half of the people are ready to get ready." It was only two days away from Qinyi, although the northern Qi army had no intention of supporting it for the time being. But my father has an order, and when the people from Zhen, Xiaqiu, Yuncheng, and even Onozawa come to gather tomorrow, they will start launching a general attack. After finishing his work in one battle, he did not seek to completely annihilate the Qi people, but also made the Qi State dare not fight Xilu again within three or five years! (To be continued......)

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