The wind wrapped the snow on the body, like a knife, and in a few moments the sheepskin jacket blew through. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ah San woke up from his sleep, he touched it in his arms, grabbed a handful of meat floss, closed his eyes and threw it into his mouth, chewed carefully, the protein provided energy, Ah San got up from the ground, dusted off the snow on his body, turned around, and looked at the people who were still shivering in the cold night.

Everyone huddled together, like penguins warming themselves in the cold of winter, drawing a little warmth from each other's bodies, some were asleep, some were still crying quietly, and a few of them could no longer wake up.

"Let's go, hurry up, I can't sleep anymore!"

Ah San kicked the crowd on the ground furiously, and more and more people were woken up.

The cold storm and snow made them shudder.

"Listen, big guy, the snow is getting heavier, and if we don't go, we'll freeze to death on the ground. And when the snow clears, there will be footprints, and my people and horses will catch up, we can't go to Daming, and it will fall into the hands of my answer, how will he treat the escaped slaves, you know better than me! ”

Ah San said, personally leading, more than 2,000 people can only follow him, difficult to move forward in the wind and snow. In the place where they camped, there were more than a dozen people who stayed forever, with a happy smile on the corner of their mouths, and their souls fluttered, returning to the paradise in Ah San's mouth, where there was food, wine, warm houses, and their mothers-in-law......

Escaping is difficult, in the middle of the snow, against a strong snowstorm, and every step requires a huge amount of physical energy. It wasn't until the light of day dawned that the snow was much lighter.

Ah San took a few people to a hill and looked around.

Standing beside Ah San, there was a man in his forties, he took off his dogskin hat, a trace of white gas came out of his head, and he shook his head and stomped his feet in fear.

"It's over, we're lost!"

"What!" Ah San jumped up in shock, grabbed his neck collar, and scolded loudly: "You rice bucket, what did you say, aren't you the most familiar with the terrain, don't you know everything?" Why do you go the wrong way, you will kill everyone! ”

The guide couldn't help it, he grinned as if he had eaten bitter melon.

"Who knew you were walking in the middle of the night, it was so dark, and there was wind and snow, who could find the way!"

"It's still to blame Lao Tzu, if you don't leave, you will be made dumplings by me a long time ago!"

Ah San turned around the mountain a few times, and suddenly looked solemn, staring at the guide: "Tell you, don't tell anyone about going the wrong way, you have to pretend to be happy, continue to lead the way, dare to show a little flaw, Lao Tzu killed you!" As he spoke, Ah San took out the dagger in his hand and rubbed it twice on the guide's head, almost scaring him half to death.

Helplessly, the guide forced a happy face and led the way in front, the heavy snow was more than a foot deep, and many ditches and ditches were covered with snow.

On the surface, there is no abnormality at all, and if you step on it, you may fall a lot.

The march was very slow, and the horses in charge of opening the way had already fallen to their deaths, and by noon they had gone less than twenty miles.

The young and strong are fine, but the old and weak, women and children are almost collapsed. He took out the only dried meat and wheat from his bosom, filled his stomach with the snow, and continued the march again.

In the afternoon they walked not even as fast as in the morning, and there were people on horseback along the way, and it was impossible to determine whether it was the horses of Altan or the ordinary herdsmen.

In short, every time they saw it, they were afraid and tried to walk quickly, but the more anxious they were, the easier it was to make mistakes, and when they passed a river, they mistakenly thought that the river was very frozen, and when they reached the center of the river, suddenly the ice collapsed, and more than a dozen people fell.

Ah San didn't think about going over to save them at all, the cold river was full of ice and snow, and he was sure to die.

They also had no means to build a bridge, so they could only continue to go north along the river until they found a relatively shallow place before crossing the river smoothly.

However, it was already dark at this time, and it was already the fifth day after leaving home, and due to the wind and snow, the original route was deviated, the planned supplies were not received, and the rescue soldiers of the imperial court did not find out.

In the team, it is no longer as elated and confident as it was at the beginning. What's even more terrifying is that the dry food they carry has been exhausted.

Ah San inspected a circle, selected eight old horses, killed them in public, distributed the hot horse meat to everyone, and also ordered that all the useless altars and jars be thrown away, everyone only brought warm clothes, or food, and the rest of the rest Don't worry, the Ming court will be ready.

Ah San could clearly feel that the repercussions were not as enthusiastic as yesterday, and obviously the bad situation had shaken everyone's confidence, and they were no longer full of enthusiasm, but began to doubt, suspicion, and no longer believe in that heavenly dream. Although Ah San has never read a book, when he is fine, he always likes to listen to book reviews, especially historical romances, which is his favorite.

He suddenly remembered the part where Uncle Liu Huang crossed the river with the people, and couldn't help but shrink his neck, he didn't think that there would be a loyal Zhao Zilong in the team.

In fact, the slaves who followed him, except for a few old acquaintances who had known him, were all shoehorned in. Even the guide was sent by Jin Shang and was not reliable, Ah San was afraid that he would run away, so he quietly tied ropes around the hands and necks of the two people.

The next morning, Ah San was suddenly very excited, he got up early, let people put a few iron pots, put the grain in it and cooked a large pot of porridge, and in front of all the slaves, threw the meat floss in his arms into it, the porridge was hot and fragrant.

Ah San held a bowl and drank it in a trickle.

"Don't worry, big guy, we can rush to the Great Wall today, and there are no chasing soldiers along the way, God still bless us!"

In order to show his confidence, Ah San smashed the porridge bowl that he had drunk and threw away the iron pot, and went on the road lightly.

More than fifty of them died that night, and at this rate, hundreds of them would leave the next night, perhaps more.

They are all a group of strong people, still holding on tenaciously, and they don't even have too many complaints, but there is a hint of doubt in everyone's eyes, especially Ah San. Although Ah San's friend tried his best to tell the big guy that he only had four fingers on his left hand, and the one he lost was cut off by Meda, he used to be the same as everyone else.

But these people became more and more scoffing, believing that Manu Asan was one of the stories made up by the Han Chinese, as if the legends and poems were all lies.

But in the depths of their hearts, they still have a trace of thought, under the hands of Meda, they have already reached hell, can it be worse?

With the support of this momentum, they continued on their way until the afternoon, when the legendary Great Wall was not seen, and the men and horses who received them did not appear.

The weather after the snow was even colder, but Ah San's sideburns were sweating, and the guide secretly told him with a bitter face that he had not been here before, and he didn't know how to go, and when he heard this, Ah San swore that he really wanted to choke him to death. If it weren't for the fear that those slaves would use the same means against him, Ah San would definitely have done it.

The team had almost reached the end of the mountain, and suddenly there was a sound of horses' hooves from the ground, Ah San stood up suddenly, and looked back, under the afterglow of the setting sun, a group of cavalry was rushing madly, coming in the direction behind them.

Waiting, waiting, the Ming army did not appear, but it was the people and horses of Alta who came.

In an instant, Ah San closed his eyes, tears crossed the corners of his eyes, farewell, my commander's dream! Farewell, ugly!

I don't know if she will guard the door of the house like in the play, raise her son for herself, support the door, or remarry someone else? Ah San felt that there was nothing wrong with remarrying, if he could make his son live better, not starve to death, the incense continued, and the bloodline was inherited, he seemed to be 10,000 times luckier than most of the slaves on the grassland.

He closed his eyes for a long time, not waiting for the slaves to shout frantically, nor for the cavalry to shout and kill, what the hell is going on?

Ah San opened his eyes abruptly and turned to look. In the next second, there was a sound like popping beans, almost bursting the eardrum. From the northeast, a cavalry rushed out, their horses were very tall, and the speed of the impact was amazing, like a bolt of lightning, and quickly pounced on the chasing cavalry.

My subordinates hastily turned their horses around and hedged over.

As the two sides drew closer and closer, the Ming army took the lead, they raised their guns, and the guns rang out, and the enemy fell neatly like wheat harvesting, without the slightest hesitation.

At the head of the group, a general dressed in black armor and holding a wide saber in his hand, his horse was tall and large, a head taller than that of the Mongol knights. Suddenly, the two Mongolian horses were knocked into the air, and his knife swung rapidly, almost without shaking his two arms, and the human head flew up, and only when he rushed over, a burst of blood.

The Ming army rushed in frantically, the men and horses of my answer were quickly defeated, with heavy casualties, but the sky was getting darker and darker, and the east where the Ming army appeared was already blue, and there were faint torches flickering, and then looking into the sky, the birds were startled, and they did not dare to land.

There is an ambush!

All the Mongol cavalry had an idea: run!

It was too late to say that it was too late, and my subordinates fled frantically, leaving almost 200 corpses on the ground, and the Ming army chased for a while before turning back, and the general led by him flew like a horse, and arrived in front of Ah San and the slaves.

"Where did you come from?"

Ah San hurriedly ran out, he took out an official defense from his arms and sent it to the other party's hands.

"Xia Guan is the pastoral supervisor of Yuanma Temple, and the general can call me Ah San."

When the other party heard this, he looked at the big seal on the official defense, suddenly laughed, jumped off the horse, and gave Ah San a sturdy bear hug.

"A certain Li Chengliang, now under the command of Li Zhongcheng, acts as a guerrilla in the cavalry battalion, it is not a secret, my horse came from the small station horse farm, maybe it was still fed by the third master!" (To be continued.) )