The snow was pouring down, and the black birds were dyed white by the snow, but whether they were black or white, the huge wings cast a greater shadow.

Yan Eighteen rode a black horse out of the shadow of Xuanniao, and also walked out of Yanjing City, this time he was no longer a single horse, he was followed by an army of 50,000, these 50,000 troops came from various vassals, they could contain each other, and finally obeyed him alone. The 30,000 troops who directly belonged to the Hou clan stayed in Yanjing City, and they will defend Yanjing City until Yan Eighteen returns, it is Yan Eighteen, not Yan Wuxi, nor Baili Baby. After suffering a loss and growing wise, today's Yan 18 will never put his own safety under the loyalty of others.

More than 680 miles from Yanjing City to Fengyi City, if it was in the past, it would have arrived in three or five days, but now the snow is covering the sky, the army is marching very slowly, looking at it, the 50,000 army is like a big black dragon with its head and tail slowly crawling in the snow.

Yan Eighteen is not in a hurry, he is not going to fight Zhongfu for a decisive battle, he has time. Before leaving, he told all the vassals that I would solve the danger of Fengyi City without blood, and that I would bring Zhongli City back, and if possible, I would even cut off Zhongli Honghu's head with my own hands and plant it on the banner.

In this regard, the vassals will be suspicious, it is an army of 150,000, not 150,000 pigs. However, Yan Eighteen didn't give them any extra explanations, and now he was becoming more and more like a prince, an unfathomable monarch of ten thousand times. The vassals chose to remain silent, and despite their suspicions, they still mobilized their troops, because the safety of the Yan Kingdom was at stake, and no one could escape.

Yan Wuxian is a general, he rode a horse beside Yan Eighteen, a little behind the head of the horse, he wanted to ask Yan Eighteen, why was he so sure, however, every time he encountered Yan Eighteen's strange smile. The smile blocked his words, like urine that couldn't be spilled, which made people anxious.

The wheels of the chariot rolled over the snow, rolling out scratches one after another, the hooves of the war horses fell on the snow, and the sword and shield hands and halberd hands advanced in rows, trampling the white snow in a mess, but these man-made traces were buried by the snow in a blink of an eye.

The banner was also covered with snow, and the flag bearer had to shake it from time to time, and with each shake, the fluttering snow would splash into his neck, melt by the heat, and flow down the vest.

"It's been a terrible winter, and it's an untimely war. ”

"The snow came just in time, and many things came just right."

Yan Eighteen shrunk into a ball on horseback, his face was whiter than the snowflakes flying in the sky, his lips were purple from the cold, and his eyes couldn't be opened, narrowing into a slit, which made people very worried about him, maybe before he reached Fengyi City, this King of Ten Thousand Vehicles was frozen to death by the Great God of Haotian, in that case, it was really a big joke.

Looking at the heavy snow and the weak prince, Yan Wuji's brows were twisted into the word 'Chuan', and his voice was extremely deep: "Your Majesty, if Zhongfu dares to besiege the city in winter, there must be another conspiracy, a conspiracy that we don't know." ”

"It's not surprising that the conspiracy is inherently unknown. However, whether it is a conspiracy or a conspiracy, Zhong Fuli will regret it this time. ”

Yan Eighteen smiled, showing his white teeth, and he held the stove in his arms, covering it with a big coat, so as not to be seen by the soldiers.

Half a month later, the 50,000-strong army finally arrived near Fengyi City, and at the same time, the 800-mile fast cavalry also caught up with Yan 18, bringing news from the source of the glacier.

Yan Eighteen was lying in the camp tent, his face was yellow and hungry, and his body was wrapped in a thick duvet, like a silkworm chrysalis wrapped in a cocoon shell. The three Yan brothers were insiders, and they circled around Yan Eighteen's tent.

Yan Eighteen stuck a head out of the quilt and smiled weakly: "Don't worry, I can't die." ”

"Your Majesty, let's go back to Yanjing immediately, while Zhongfu has not yet surrounded us. The Di people are different from the Yong people, and they have blood feuds and feuds with us. We must immediately return to the army and retake the Frozen Fort, or they will be condescending to rush towards Yanjing City, just like they did seven years ago. ”

Yan Wuxian knelt on one knee, holding the Qingli sword.

"Wait, Zhong Fu doesn't dare to move, because he doesn't know what I'm here for, and he doesn't know how many people I've brought with me. This heavy snow is the best gift from the god of Haotian. Within three days, someone would come to my tent and ask to meet with me. As for the Di people, we have to deal with one first, and let them occupy the frozen fortress first, the heavy snow will stop them. Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Yan Eighteen coughed in the quilt, his forehead covered with sweat. As soon as he arrived in Fengyi City, he ordered the soldiers to set up more camp tents, dig more snow stoves, and ordered the cavalry to run back and forth on horseback all day long, lining up the chariots in front of the camp, and the soldiers stood on the chariots and sang war songs loudly, causing hundreds of thousands of troops to form a formation, so as to confuse Zhong Fuli's audio-visual appearance.

Nakao is good at intrigue, and the conspirator must be suspicious, and he looks into the distance on his horse. Winter has come, the snow in the north covers everything, and the banner of the Xuanyao is flying in the wind and snow, it is a black-bottomed and gold-edged Xuanniao, a banner that only the princes of the Yan Kingdom can fly.

"Yan Eighteen is here, what is he doing here?"

"Is he really a fool? Jumping in knowing it's a trap? ”

"How many people did he bring, he deliberately confused me, indicating that he didn't bring enough people, should I abandon Fengyi City and attack this support army instead?"

"However, will it be that simple?"

"When the two armies fight, the doubtful will be defeated!"

The wind and snow fell on Zhong Fuli's face, on the armor, on the big cloud, behind him was the blood-red army of 150,000, and a little farther away was Fengyi City. Since Yan Eighteen came, Zhong Fuli stopped storming Fengyi City and confronted Yan Eighteen across a small river.

In the decades of his career, Zhongfu has never seen a reckless madman, but he has never been so upset as he is today. He told himself over and over again that those who are dry are taboo, and those who doubt are the graves of hosts, but he will still be dry and suspicious.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and half a foot had accumulated on the ground.

The war horse shivered in the cold wind, the wheels of the chariot were full of ice edges, and they couldn't move, the soldiers couldn't wear armor, they couldn't hold weapons, and the enemy was the same, he should wave his army and run over, crush the enemy formation, if the defenders in Fengyi City rushed out, it would be just right to return to the horse to capture the city, so that the enemy trembled in the wind and snow. If the turtles in Fengyi City can't shrink out, then solve Yan Eighteen and capture a king of ten thousand times alive, thinking about it makes people's blood boil.

No matter which outcome it is, as long as you survive this winter, the Beidi people will be killed from the north, and Dayong will run over from the south, and finally wipe out the Yan Kingdom from the eight hundred princes, and at that time, the world will be a different situation, and the majesty of Dayong will no longer allow any challenge.

"But Haotian God, why do you want Nan Chu to be the king at this time?"

At this time, the news of Nanchu's claim to be the king has spread all over the land of Zhongzhou, and the army of Nanchu is constantly jumping across the river to reach Qucheng, and the ambitious fool even shouted that he wants to fight to Chaoge City and move Jiuding back to Fengge City.

"Chu Lian, are you crazy? Or do you really think that the eight hundred princes are all a herd of pigs? ”

The Xuanniao banner dangled in the distance, Zhong Fu pressed the sword on his waist tightly, the jaw lines on both sides of the corner of his mouth were sinking deeper and deeper, and his chin was very unique, with a slit in the middle, just cutting a chin in half, like a human buttocks.

"It's a great opportunity, a godsend, but it's not time for me. Haotian God, what are you thinking? Do you really have to watch the world struggle in this boiling Jiuding? How ruthless! ”

Zhong Fuli raised his head and roared silently into the sky, and the wind and snow hit his face, which was quickly melted by his face, turning into a cold water and flowing his face. He turned his horse's head and ran toward the blood-red sea.

Three days later.

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Like yesterday, there are still a few hundred words left, and tomorrow I will fill in the rest of this chapter. Recently, my eyes are not good, and it hurts when I look at the computer for a long time. Excuse me. However, this will not make the number of people who actually subscribe more wasted coins, but will actually decrease.