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The Hindu Kush Mountains, located in the middle of what is now Afghanistan, have a strange climate, hot enough in summer and cold enough in winter, and cold winds from Siberia blow all the way down the flat Central Asian steppes, and most of them are blocked by the towering Hindu Kush, where the winters are particularly cold.

On the fortress of the mountain of Fujian, the green bricks are frozen to dry and crack, the melting snow water spreads a layer of ice armor on the wall, the cotton shoes of the Fujian people are slippery and slippery, and it is a big heel if you are not careful, the thick cotton clothes seem to have lost their effect, the cold wind seems to be penetrated by a beat, and the lips of the soldiers who blow are dry and cracked.

The suffering of the border people can be seen.

Fortunately, Fujian is not like the Ming Dynasty, the border army has been defended for hundreds of years, and each pass has a monthly army rotation, which can be regarded as a hope for each army.

The Fujian* team guarding the Hindu Kush Mountains was directly transferred from the Punjabi coalition army brought back from the Caucasus by Xi Junmai, and also supplemented a lot of 16 Guards and local Persians.

"Damn, why hasn't the left guard's shift army come yet? It's two days late, let Lao Tzu eat here, and they will enjoy the happiness in the back, ******! ”

Holding the lance while walking back and forth on patrol, the old soldiers couldn't help but stomp their feet and complain, but he was a step slower, and the handle of the small soldier's waist behind him was not biased and stabbed in his chrysanthemum.

"Oops~"

This sourness, the veteran couldn't help but scream in pain, and it happened that his feet slipped again, and he sat down directly towards the hilt of the knife, and then in this mountain forest, the screams of the earth-shattering ghosts and gods came again, and the snowflakes hanging on the trees of the primeval forest were all falling down.

"I don't have eyes!"

Holding the chrysanthemum remnants, the veteran couldn't help but turn his head angrily and shouted, but the fourteen or fifteen-year-old delicate soldier was so frightened that he quickly waved his hand timidly: "Ah! Sorry, I didn't mean to! ”

"Why don't I rub it for you?"

Let a little soldier rub his ass? It's a shame to think about it, and in the snickering of his companions, the face of the descendant of the Greeks from the Punjab valley turned the color of pig's liver for a while, and he was speechless, and the little soldier looked around innocently.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Fortunately, at this embarrassing time, a hot steamed bun was suddenly thrown over, and it was picked up by a quick-eyed Greek veteran, and then the thin old cook came over with a smile with a big pot.

"Alright, old Gaius, you are also a person who has been on the battlefield and has been stabbed, is it a shame for you to worry about a child?"

The embarrassment was solved, and Li Rang nodded to the old cook gratefully.

grabbed the steamed buns with his big hands, the veteran Gaius stuffed them into his stomach while it was hot, and the rest of the patrolmen also went to the thin cook to get the steamed buns and hot soup, while gobbling it up, Gaius complained vaguely: "******, if you go to the battlefield, Lao Tzu will let people explode a few chrysanthemums without saying anything, the key, this ice and snow is dry, it's really torturous!"

The old guy is really good at sinicization, one bite at a time, one by one, one chrysanthemum is very skilled, looking at his golden hair, white eyes, the thin chef shook his head funny, and the rest of the patrolmen burst into laughter, listening to the vulgar scolding, Li Rang also laughed stupidly.

However, suddenly his ears moved, and the thin cook's laughter quickly turned into a bitter smile, and he shook his head helplessly.

"Old Gaius, you're right, crow's mouth!"

The cauldron in his hand was suddenly thrown up, and the steamed bun broth on it crackled and fell to the ground, and the next moment, the sound of ping-pong sounded loudly, and the iron arrows that suddenly shot over hit the bottom of the pot and sparks splashed everywhere.

Bang~

An arrow from the bottom of the pot suddenly missed, and a string of sparks slashed into the throat of the patrolman who was still laughing beside Gaius.

There was a pop of blood, and his face was still solidified, and the soldier fell straight under the wall.

"Enemy Attack !!"

Forced the steamed bun out of his throat, Gaius roared like a wounded hungry wolf, and the next moment, hundreds of Fujian soldiers rushed out of the towers on both sides of the fortress, and at this time, the attackers below were also exposed.

Clad in white goatskins and the reflection of the snow, hundreds of nomads crawled under the small beacon fortress in the snow and ice.

"Hurry up and light the beacon fire, ******, what are you doing in the Yuanshan Fort in front! You, you, shoot these **** with a crossbow! Buckteeth, go and light the pan! it! ”

At this time, the role of the veteran was revealed, and before the regimental officer came out, Gaius's loud voice was already shouting, and the patrolling Fujian army was also obedient, the crossbow was caught in the gap in the female wall, and the fierce fire oil pot full of snow began to churn, and in a short time, a counterattack formation had been set up.

Overhead, thick black smoke billowed up.

The first time he experienced such a bloody scene, Li Rang had not yet reacted from the sudden death, he looked at his fallen comrades in a daze, and the thin chef was so panicked that he slapped him on the shoulder and pressed it down, and then threw down the iron pot he had just picked up, and two arrows swished down a large piece of wall ice along the place where Li Rang's head was, and there was also a bang below, and a nomadic archer who had just shot an arrow was smashed by the iron pot, and his head was planted on the ground.

"Lie on your stomach and don't move!"

Listening to the shouts, Li Rang subconsciously squatted under the wall, not daring to show his head at all, surrounded by the sound of flying feathers and arrows and the roar of his comrades, the sound of ping-pong weapons intersecting, ordinary, a figure was falling heavily in front of him, and it was so frightened that Li Rang trembled suddenly, but it was a hideous nomad who covered his stomach and cried out in pain.

Showing sympathy, Li Rang stretched out his hand and asked with concern, "You, are you okay?"

Whew~ The scimitar cut through the air, and the dying nomad fiercely paved towards the hungry wolf, seeing the bright scimitar slashing straight at his head, Li Rang's pupils were open to the extreme in an instant, and his breath was forgotten, and his brain was blank.

"Let's go!"

The arm with the knife flew out upside down in the crisp sound, dragging Li Rang's shoulder, and the thin cook kicked the dying nomad off the city wall with one kick, dragging Li Rang to the inner wall, running, Li Rang subconsciously turned his head, and in his eyes, under the fortress wall that had just been empty, had been occupied by the army of nomads, and the fire ignited by the fire was creaking and burning human bones, and I don't know how many people were killed by crossbow arrows and burned to death.

The walls were in shambles, too, and Gaius, a veteran Punjab soldier who had just been roaring in anger, confronted a nomadic man, but he could never curse with a swearing mouth, and a scimitar stabbed through his chest.

But his opponent was not having a good time, and the sharp lance pierced through the belly of the strong Sogdian man, and then into the head of a Tocharian nomad who had just emerged from the city, and was pierced in the middle, and the open belly continued to exude heat and white gas, and the fellow wailed in pain.

"How so?"

Taught by Confucius and Mencius since he was a child, Li Rang's head buzzed when he watched this tragic scene.

Dragging him by the shoulders, he rushed out from the city gate to squeeze away the defeated soldiers, snatched a horse-drawn sleigh and sat on it, listening to the whirring wind, but the thin cook finally breathed a sigh of relief, patted Li Rang's shoulder, and showed a smile on his dark face.

"Little boy, not all the way of Confucius and Mencius can solve the problem, if the other party doesn't talk to us about Confucius and Mencius, this requires us to pick up a knife and gun and kill him a son of a bitch!"

The murderous voice rang in his ears, and Li Rang nodded as if he didn't understand.

In the whistling wind, the only remaining more than 100 people in a regiment slid down the slope rapidly, and behind them, the banner of Fujian was cut off by lazy waists, and one by one nomads let out a wolf-like howl excitedly......

Mulu City, the royal palace.

Smack~ The precious celadon was slammed on the floor, and it was also going back and forth like a trapped beast, and Li Jie roared at the map with red eyes.

"What else do you want to do alone, Gu has relegated Jean'er to Khorasan! Who transferred his regiment to the front, and what's going on with Yuanshan Fort Xingshan Fort, taking the lead in retreating without even letting out a fart, do you have to force Lone to kill this son? ”

On the front line, the losses of the Min army were not large, and they were captured by five large and small beacon towers built on the mountains, and more than 300 people were killed and wounded, allowing the nomadic army of the Central Asian steppes to kill the hinterland of the Hindu Kush Mountains, but this was not the reason why Li Jie was so angry.

His eldest son Li Rang's original regiment has always been stationed in Mulu City, because he was demoted, Li Jie did not go to meet him after arriving in Khorasan, not because he was ruthless, or he was afraid that he would be involved in some political whirlpool, this is good, his regiment was inexplicably transferred to the forefront, and the two beacon towers in front of him did not even point the beacon fire and retreated directly, the meaning of this conspiracy is too strong.

Listening to Li Jie's angry roar, none of the more than a dozen civil and military ministers below dared to reply, all of them lowered their heads, when it came to the dispute over the throne, who knew if it would cause a political storm? Will it involve the one left behind by the Jingshi, now that the army is outside, what is needed is a stable political environment.

Except for Li Jie's roar, he was silent for a long time, and Di Renjie, who has always been impartial, arched his hand and said: "Your Majesty, the matter has not been interrogated, and it is still impossible to draw conclusions, maybe the brigades of the two forts led the team to escape, and please ask Your Majesty to send the three divisions of Dali Temple to interrogate this matter, and you will give Your Majesty an explanation!"

In the end, it was Li Jie, who came back to his senses after venting for a while, and waved his hand helplessly after snorting coldly: "Just do what Di Xiang wants."

"Minister, obey!"

The political crisis came to an end temporarily, Di Renjie took the order, and the others were also relieved, and there was a brief silence in the political hall, and the general of the Khorasan march, the general of the left guard, Xi Junmai, turned around and went forward: "Your Highness, how to deal with this nomadic army that has entered the Hindu Kush Mountains?"

At the mention of the Central Asian nomadic barbarians who almost wiped out their son, Li Jie's murderous intent was once again aroused, and he patted the map angrily, Li Jie roared like thunder: "Mobilize the left and right guards, the left and right guards will also be the main force of the Ning Iron Cavalry, cooperate with the soldiers of all departments, and the Persian guards will all be dispatched, and I will personally lead the army into the mountains and kill none of these barbarians!"

"Whoa!"

The killing machine of the king of Min also affected the killing machine of other generals, and everyone responded with a bang, especially Yao Geluo, who had not been on the battlefield for a long time, and licked his lips bloodthirstily, this battle almost mobilized all the main forces in northern Khorasan, and for a long time, Fujian did not fight such a large-scale battle.

followed by a bang, the Persian nobleman who was in the back of the generals, Basak, the patriarch of the Suren family, also had a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth......