In winter, the Hengshan corridor is silent and cold, there are no birds in the sky, there are no beasts in the forest, the sky and the earth are quiet and terrible, only the sound of heavy breathing.

Xingluo was riding on a horse, his armor was tattered, and there were marks of slashing everywhere, and after more than half a year, the young face of the third-class baron was now as hard as iron, and his eyes were no longer excited or shy, but cold as a stone.

The flag bearer did not hold the flag, whether it was the five-clawed golden dragon flag or the Xuanniao banner could not guide them in the direction of their progress now, more than 500 people, more than 500 horses were silent as death, the horse's feet were wrapped in tattered cloth, and if you looked closely, you could vaguely see that the pattern on it was the five-clawed golden dragon. They took off their straps and trampled them under their feet.

The team moved forward silently, with a miserable white world on both sides, and the snowy peak mountain melted with the vast snow behind them, and at a glance, it was impossible to tell whether it was a mountain or snow.

When Yu Lie rode the evil and flew up to the top of the snowy mountain, Xing Luo was leading six hundred people to wait at the bottom of the cliff, he didn't hear Yu Lie's long howl, nor did he hear the middle-aged lord's screams, only his own powerful and chaotic heartbeat. At that moment, a snow-capped mountain in the heart of the third-class baron collapsed, and another mountain rose in its place, which was not as majestic as the original snow-capped mountain, but it brought tears to people's eyes.

"Glory be to me, I have lived for glory and died for glory, and glory will be greater than life. Father, I think I understand your original choice, the real glory is not the land and blood, but the solitude of thousands of people. ”

The cold wind came from the snow forests on both sides, lifting up the snow in large canopies. Having lost the comfort of the Great Lord, the third baron's face turned red and purple from the cold, and his eyes became colder and colder, and he looked behind him, and the soldiers and horses were silent in the cold wind, they were clothed in wind and snow, wearing cold armor, holding halberds, and pressing iron swords, standing on horseback like sculptures. People in the world say that Yan people are fearless, Yan people are not afraid of death, and Yan people are invincible. It is indeed the case, the Yan people have their own blood, fighting for the land, fighting for glory, the blood does not dry, and they vow not to stop fighting. But what are they fighting for?

Fighting for survival?

No, fight for hope.

Hope in desperate situations sometimes outweighs glory.

Who is it that gives us the light of hope?

Xingluo's gaze passed through the iron-carved soldiers, and he looked at the carriage at the back of the line, a glimmer of fire jumping in his cold and merciless eyes, like the dawn that pierced through the darkness at the beginning of the red sun.

At this moment, the large firebird flew overhead, like a raging flame. The soldiers looked up, and Xingluo also looked up, the vast wind and snow could not hide its posture, but made it more dazzling, and its direction was their direction.

"Hoof it, hoof it."

The dull and hurried sound of horses' hooves, the horses' hooves wrapped in rags trampled on the white snow, and the knights on horseback could not see clearly in the wind and snow, but the third-class baron knew that the scouts had returned, and that the return of the scouts was often accompanied by greed and betrayal.

The third-class baron raised his right hand high and clenched his armored fist, as Yu Lie had done at the Tenri Fortress, silent but powerful.

The fist was clenched.

The pace of advance came to an abrupt halt, and the warrior and the horse became one. Ahead, the sound of hooves was getting closer and closer, and the horses were galloping through the sea of snow half a foot thick, because the horses' feet were wrapped in rotten cloth, so they did not sink deep into the snow, but kicked up clumps of snowflakes.

"Report ......"

"Ten miles ahead is the mouth of Hengshan Cliff, and there is no obstruction."

The scout stopped ten zhang away, and the majestic figure pressed the horse under the seat to snort, and the hot air from the horse's nose melted the snow and formed a cloud of white mist.

The third-class baron knew this detective, he was the head of the Flying Tiger's retainers, Luo Ying, and in the sword pouch of this man's waist always hung two swords, one long and one short, and carried a man-high Huang Yang longbow on his back.

Flying Tigers?

Yes, since the battle of the Snow Peak Fortress, that incredible, miraculous blizzard has given Yu Lie another loud nickname, and this nickname is not given by the soldiers, nor by the soldiers, but by the small princes and lords who once blocked the way, and now, the reputation of the Flying Tiger has spread throughout the thirteen vassal states of the Hengshan Corridor, and in time it will surely spread all over the land of Zhongzhou with his other nicknames, those nicknames are, the Tiger of Yanjing, the slave lord, the oath breaker, the cruel executioner, Greedy slave traders, and so on.

The mouth of the Hengshan cliff is a natural danger, it and the Snow Peak Fortress one after the other blocked the Hengshan corridor, after the Hengshan cliff pass, it is not far from Zhongli City.

The scout rode his horse and ran into the snowy forest.

Xingluo breathed a sigh of relief on the horse's back, and slowly lowered his raised fist. The warriors behind him had already bent down, holding their halberds flat, making a posture of defense and charge, and they all slowly straightened up at this time.

"Who is that man, who is he so capable, and can command the princes!" The danger is gone, the third-class baron can't help but sigh.

……

Whenever there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves, it meant that someone was in front of them, and every then the man with a gentle voice would leave the carriage for a while, and when the man was back in the carriage, the carriage would continue to move.

The carriage stopped a total of seven times, and by the eighth time, Yu Lie opened his eyes, everything in front of him was blurry, and the corners of his eyes hurt like a heart.

At this time, he was the only one in the carriage.

Zicheyu told him: "You are almost blind, you fell off the back of the evil spirit, and when I found you, the corners of your eyes were smashed by the branches, and the flesh and blood were blurred. ”

"Who's that man?" Yu Lie sat up, moving the joints of his limbs, his hands and feet stiff as wood, and there was a tearing pain in his chest, but he couldn't lie down anymore, Zhongli Cheng was almost there.

"I don't know, but he saved your life, and he's certainly a big shot. He wants to leave, and I don't dare to stay, you won't blame me, right? The middle-aged lord rode by the carriage, his face covered with scattered and thick stubble, and his eyes sunk deeply, and it was obvious that Yu Lie's time lying there had made him haggard.

The snow outside had stopped, and the cold wind poured into the carriage. The colder it is, the closer Yan Guo is, Yu Lie tried to stand up, but he stumbled suddenly, 'bumped' the ground, and fell into the carriage.

"Don't move, you're not made of iron."

The middle-aged lord's hand came in through the car window, trying to hold Yu Lie up, but Yu Lie waved his hand away, gritted his teeth and stood up, and a sound of "quack, rattle" sounded on his knees.

"Alas......" Zicheyu let out a long sigh.

Yu Lie cracked his mouth and smiled, sweat rolled down his cheeks, but the tip of his nose seemed to smell a faint and quiet aroma, he palmed the wall of the car, and asked while walking out of the car: "How many people, male or female?" ”

"Men, one old and one young, a dozen attendants. The old man is about fifty years old, and the younger one is seventeen or eighteen years old, but, in my opinion, it doesn't look like a father and son, but more like a master and a servant. The middle-aged lord looked very aggressive, but in fact had a keen eye, and he continued: "They deliberately approached us, and they did not panic at all when we caught him, the young man was dressed in a gorgeous fox fur, and the collar was very densely furped, which covered most of his face, and only a pair of eyes could be seen. Stinky boy, I'm not afraid of your jokes, when I saw those eyes, I actually felt very dirty, but Lao Tzu hadn't taken a bath for more than half a year, and it was really dirty. He raised half an eyebrow and smiled not to be outdone.

Yu Lie walked to the wheel, Xiao Xiao's cold wind rushed from the snow forest, but he smelled a sour smell, which was not emanating from the middle-aged lord, but himself, lying for more than half a month, blood and sweat mixed together, smelling incredible. He thought, such a big man of unknown origin took care of me for more than half a month, and also cured my eyes, is it really just to tell me that there is only one thought difference between a mouse and an honest? There must be demons when things are abnormal, but where are the demons? After thinking about it, he couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it and let go of his frowning brow. After a long time, he said, "Anyway, I think it's a friend and not an enemy." ”

"Of course, if it weren't for him, we wouldn't be able to get out of the Hengshan Corridor, and even if we rushed out desperately, the soldiers would shed more blood and die more. Stinky boy, do you think it could be someone sent by His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi? Zicheyu knew the friendship between Yu Lie and Qi Ge, it was not surprising that he would guess like this, although the vassal states on both sides of the Hengshan Corridor were all small countries, and some were not even as good as the lords among the big countries, but it was not easy to command them, besides, half of these thirteen vassal states were subject states of Qi State, and the other half belonged to Dayong.

Yu Lie shook his head, Zig is not that kind of person, Zig is extremely proud, since he rejected Ziggy's invitation, then Zig will not secretly send someone to help him, even if he will die on this road.

This is the difference between people and the changeable fate.

The slave lord clenched his fist and squeezed the tendons in his arm hard, now he didn't have time to bother with this mystery, Zhongli City was almost here, and he had to prepare for the unknown that was coming.

"Fetch my armor."

Yu Lie jumped out of the carriage with difficulty, and the driving Luo Feng glanced at the middle-aged lord, but saw Zi Cheyu's helpless expression, so he could only take out Yu Lie's armor from the carriage.

The broken armor was draped on his body, as if he was covered with layers of cold ice, the coldness drilled into the bone marrow one by one, and the cowhide frenulum was pulled hard, as if it was divided into muscles and bones, Yu Lie's forehead was oozing with sweat, but he turned around indifferently and smiled: "I haven't worn it for more than half a month, and the consequences of wearing it are a lot burly." ”

The middle-aged lord lightly punched him.

The slave lord climbed onto a sturdy horse and grabbed the reins of the ice lump and looked ahead, and at this time, all the soldiers were looking back at him, their eyes still cold, but so focused.

"Gray, Gray......"

A scrawny old horse staggered towards him, and when it was halfway through the run, it sank into a nest in the snow, and the two soldiers helped it to its feet, and without a moment's pause, it scurried to Yu Lie's side, and stuck out its tongue to lick Yu Lie's hand-clad hand. Yu Lie touched its bare ears and rubbed its neck, his movements and expression were extremely gentle.

The soldiers were solemn.

"What's the bluff?"