"If you survive winter, it will be spring."

Yan Eighteen stood in the ice and snow wrapped in a thick fox fur. The vast snow falling from the sky dyed the world in front of us a silvery white, and the south of the frozen castle is an endless plain, and when winter passes and spring comes, the ice and snow slowly melt, and the fertile land will glow with majestic vitality. The south of the Frozen Fort is undefended, and it will be a disaster if the Beidi people can hold out until spring.

"The disaster must end in winter."

Because the heavy snow covers everything, mountains, dense forests, rivers, including traces of people and animals, Yan Eighteen can't see the frozen castle hidden in the glacier at all, this place is still one hundred and twenty miles away from the frozen castle, the terrain of the entire Yan country is high in the north and low in the south, the source of the glacier is just located at the highest point, and the same is true for the frozen castle, such a terrain is most suitable for attacking from top to bottom. Therefore, it was impossible for Yan 18 to bring an army of 150,000 to the Frozen Castle to eat and drink the snow, and of course, he did not bring an army of 150,000.

"We don't have enough power."

Che Ying reminded him beside Yan Eighteen that the young general was wearing a helmet and armor, riding a pure black horse, and his body was also covered with a black daqi, both the daqi and the horse were covered with a layer of snow. Yan Eighteen's army is claimed to be 150,000, but in fact there are only 50,000, and it is very difficult to dispatch a large army in winter, which is common sense. Moreover, Yan Eighteen also had to put most of his strength in the southernmost part of Yan Kingdom, and the object of defense was of course Dayong. The vastness of the human heart is like the stars in the sky, no one knows when it will change, Yan Eighteen will not put the safety of the whole country under a paper covenant, although this covenant seems unbreakable. Peace must be built on equality of power.

"We should retreat, lure the enemy deeper, and then surround them from all sides, drive them away, huddle them together, and finally bury them all in the narrow source of the glacier, just as we did back then."

Yan Wuxian became more and more calm, and more and more like the late general, at this moment, a small mustache grew on the corner of his mouth, and snowflakes fell on his beard, making him look both majestic and deep.

In order to live on the land, the Yan and the Beidi people are feuding, and every confrontation is an endless ending, therefore, every Yan people think about how to drive out the Beidi people, and the Beidi people are the same, but the Beidi people are too stupid, they are like a group of rabbits on horseback, they only know how to rush forward with a wild scream, hula and roll across the grassland, plains, rivers, occupy every inch of land, as if this can be permanently occupied. However, this is not the case, although the land of Yan is not as vast as Dayong, but there are tens of thousands of miles in radius, the more the Beidi people rush, the longer the strategic depth will be stretched, and in the end, the huge fist will be pulled into an arrow, and the palm of Yan will begin to slowly close, grab its neck, and break it.

Yan Wuji's tactic is the most suitable tactic between the Yan people and the Beidi people. Although it is bound to bring great pain to the Yan people, it can effectively curb the southern invasion of the Beidi people, and annihilate the Beidi people to the greatest extent, which has been proved by previous wars.

"Your Majesty, as long as the winter is over, they will come out, and we don't need to fight them hard now. Now that the snow is covering, the frozen fort is not conducive to our army's battle. ”

Yan Wuxian tried to persuade Yan Eighteen, he was very careful in his words, since Yan Eighteen soldiers relieved the siege of Fengyi City without blood, and let Zhong Fuli spit out Zhongli City that had already reached his mouth, Yan Eighteen was covered with a mysterious veil, no one could see through him, no one knew what he was thinking, combined with the later covenant, his crazy behavior just proved his wisdom and foresight. God, who can see through everything, the world prostrates at its feet, fears it, but does not feel it, it is just a symbol of superiority. The prophet's preconception is different, he doesn't see much farther than you, maybe only one step away, but that step will make you feel that it is a chasm.

"I'm just a little strange, why are the Beidi people a little different this time than before?"

Yan Shibai rode on a horse, his whole body shrunk in thick fur, his handsome face was frozen red by the wind and snow, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

Che Ying has been following Yan Eighteen for a long time, and knows that once his eyes light up, it means that he has already made a plan in his heart, so Che Ying began to think about how to win this war.

But Yan Wuxian didn't know, the general Weng said angrily: "It's no different, it's still fierce, no one knows how they climbed to the frozen fort, the surviving soldiers said that they fell from the sky, men, women and children all held weapons in their hands, all kinds of weapons." Today, the Frozen Fort is full of people, and the same is true outside the Frozen Fort, and the glacier has thawed, thawing in the middle of winter. The king may not know that the Beidi people believe in a prophecy. ”

"What kind of prophecy?"

"Winter covers the far north, the weeds no longer grow, the sun no longer rises, and the moon is as cold as the face of a dead man. The Beidi people are about to perish, but they are not perishing. The glacier will never dry up, and the Beidi people will never perish. ”

"The moon is as cold as a dead man's face?"

Yan Eighteen raised his head and looked at the vast sky, as if he was looking for the sun and moon hidden in the wind and snow, what would the moon look like like the face of a dead man? That must be cold to the bone.

Yan Eighteen hates winter.

The snowflakes fluttered one after another, falling on Yan Shibai's face, eyebrows, mouth, neck, and the snowflakes that fell on the neck were the coldest, making him shiver, he turned his head and looked at Yan Wuji: "Last time, how many people from Beidi came?" ”

"Three hundred thousand." Yan Wuxian replied in the affirmative.

"What about the last time?"

Yan Wuxian thought for a moment and said hesitantly: "Five hundred thousand, at least five hundred thousand." ”

"What about the next time?" Yan Eighteen continued to ask.

Yan Wuxian frowned, even the mustache on his mouth furrowed, and after a while, he replied, "Your Majesty, the last time was one hundred and twenty years ago, when the Beidi people had not been completely driven out of the source of the glacier. ”

"And how many people are there?"

"800,000, maybe more. The warriors of the Beidi people are different from the Yan people, as long as they are higher than the belly of the horse, they are warriors, including women. ”

Che Ying nodded in agreement, as we all know, the Beidi people live in the cold northland like the Yan people, and even, the degree of cold is even worse, the wind and snow have forged their bones, making them extremely strong, so both men and women are warriors, in the centuries-long war with the Yan people, at the beginning the Yan people were repeatedly defeated, and then the Yan people summed up the lessons and concentrated on one point, so the feng shui took turns, and it became the Beidi people repeatedly defeated and warned. However, the Beidi people have a strong reproductive ability, they are like a corn field in autumn, cutting a stubble and a stubble, as long as the spring breeze blows, it will emerge one stubble after another, as if it can never be cut. This is an extremely headache for all the monarchs and marquis of Yan Kingdom. A large part of the reason why Yan failed to dominate the world was the southern invasion of the Beidi people.

"Why are there fewer and fewer of them? Is it because of that prophecy? Winter covers the far north, weeds no longer grow, the sun no longer rises? ”

Yan Eighteen's voice was calm, and his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

"Why are the intervals getting shorter and shorter? The last time was nine years ago, the last time was thirty years ago, and the last time was one hundred and twenty years ago? ”

"And, why are there survivors?"

One after another, 'why' came out of Yan Shiba's mouth, and as soon as he said this, the soldiers around him all frowned, some thoughtful, some seemed to understand, and some understood.

Yan Wuxian said: "The king is saying that the prophecy has come true, and they can't survive outside the source of the glacier, so they have to go south?" ”

Yan Eighteen smiled and motioned for him to continue.

Yan Wuxian continued, "Perhaps, the survivors are just a signal. ”

"What signal?"

"They're different anymore."

"What's the difference?"

"They are about to perish, there is no land for them to live on, they have fallen into madness, but there is a trace of calmness hidden in the madness, because they know that the blood of the Yan people is iron, and the iron blood must be repaid with iron blood. Your Majesty, they are afraid, which means that they are not strong enough. Your Majesty! This is a godsend, this is likely to be the last Beidi people! ”

As he spoke, Yan Wuji's voice became higher and higher, his eyes were bright, his expression was extremely moving, and the mustache on his mouth was also curled, and the people who heard this were the same as him. A great temptation was placed in front of them.

The last of the Beidi people!

After killing these Beidi people, the weeds scraped from the north will no longer grow, and from then on, the north of the Yan Kingdom is as strong as gold, and the war and hatred of hundreds of years are about to end completely.

"Phew, hoohoo."

The proud warriors on their horses began to gasp heavily, and the horses were uneasy to scrape their hooves, their snorts condensing in front of the horses' heads into an ice mist.

"Your Majesty, let's end it. Gather your vassals, send your army, mobilize all your chariots and warriors, and our names will be engraved in the light of the birds! ”

A white-haired old lord rolled off his horse, ignoring the heavy snow on the ground, knelt down on one knee, held his sword, tilted his head, and looked at Yan Eighteen on horseback. The old lord's expression was extremely excited, and his whole face was red, not frozen red by the wind and snow, but the surging tide in his heart.

"Your Majesty, let's end it. Throw all the power of the country and put an end to it! ”

"Your Majesty, the Yan people are not afraid! There are 3,000 sons and gentlemen, all of whom are warriors who are not afraid of death, and as long as the king gives an order, they will ride the fastest war horses and gallop from the south non-stop. ”

"Your Majesty, the old minister is already fifty and five, and the Mandate of Heaven is not long, if you can see the demise of the Beidi people, you will be willing to die immediately!"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty's ......"

More and more lords knelt in the snow, they looked at Yan Eighteen with passionate expressions, and even Yan Wuxian knelt down, holding the Qingli sword with a red face. Oh my God, this is the long-cherished wish of the people of Beidi for hundreds of years.

Everyone looked at Yan Eighteen, and Yan Eighteen was riding alone on the horse, as if standing out from the crowd, however, this crane looked to the north.

"Who can see spring?"