But Ding Yi, who was struggling in the wind and snow, did not have the tragic heart of death and sacrifice that those students of the Jingshi Branch of the Thunder Academy pondered, he just sat silently on the sleigh and hurried, and the sleigh shoveled out by sappers, although there were dogs climbing sleds in the Yuan Dynasty, but it was rare to use horses to pull sleds in this era.

This is not ideal, and it is not as fast as Ding Yi imagined, the specific reason is not very clear to Ding Yi, maybe it is because the center of gravity of the horse is higher than that of the dog, so it is not as convenient as the dog to walk in the snow? Or are war horses not born to pull heavy objects? In fact, Ding Yi is more familiar with and understands the environment of the tropical jungle than the northern grasslands on icy and snowy days.

At noon, or should I say, it was about noon, because in the snowstorm in the sky, if you don't rely on the compass, on the snowfield where you have lost your reference, getting lost is the only option - there is no sunlight at all, which is why the Tartar cavalry on the periphery of the academy did not attack in the wind and snow, not only because of the cold, but also because once they were out of direction with the large army and did not have a compass like Ding Yi and them, they were likely to get lost and die in the snowstorm.

"Build a pair of skis like this." Ding Yi picked up the sapper shovel and gestured towards the entourage, the soldiers below, including the Red Army Changsheng, had a blind worship of him, of course, Li Yuncong was no exception, and did not doubt his order because Ding Yiyi's sleigh did not achieve the expected effect.

However, Zhang Mao had obvious doubts, so Ding Yihao explained a sentence to dispel his suspicions: "Skis have been used by teachers before. No worse than this sled. Zhang Mao wiped his snot, nodded a little numbly, and began to get it up. He began to feel a little uncomfortable, although he was in Beijing, he also participated in various subject training presided over by Zhu Dong, and his results were very good.

However, training and actual combat are never close relatives, they are two very different things.

The so-called sweat more in peacetime and less blood in wartime. It's just that if you train hard, then on the battlefield, you can die more worthwhile. On the training ground. Zhang Mao could overcome the obstacle in the shortest possible time with all his might, and when the minute or two and a half minutes were over, a servant handed him a towel. There are also people who beat his back and pinch his legs, etc.; In training. Zhang Mao can maintain a happy state of mind, complete the five-kilometer off-road, and then smile in the praise of "Jiangmen Huzi......

But in the midst of this battlefield, he could no longer do this, whether on foot, on horseback, or on a sleigh, he had to be wary of whether a team of Tartar scouts would suddenly appear in the snow, or if a hibernating black bear would be disturbed and pounce; It's the road ahead, and it's not the off-road environment he's familiar with. He had no idea if there would be a big pit buried in the snow in front of him, enough to make him bruise and even lose his life.

And. It's not five kilometers, he has to go all the way, so he cherishes every bit of his body.

"If you want to return to the capital alive, start from now on, and follow what the teacher says." While Ding Yi was repairing his skis, he lowered his voice and said to Zhang Mao, "Or give the sniper rifle to the division now, and return to the Beijing Division, you can wait for the teacher to come back there, that is, to say to the students, it is for the teacher to teach you to go back to the academy, and to settle the preparation for the second division, so that you will not be ridiculed...... "This is not a temptation, on the battlefield, Ding Yi needs a robe that absolutely obeys orders."

"The disciple is guilty, please reprimand him!" Zhang Mao didn't thank him, said this in a low voice, and was about to kneel, but was grabbed by Ding Yi and motioned for him to hurry up. Ding Yi's skis have been repaired, but he won't help Zhang Mao do it, he didn't come out to be a nanny, and Zhang Mao followed him out, he was not the pampered little grandfather, he had to complete his own business. Fortunately, Zhang Mao's foundation is good, in addition to being lustful, his will is also quite firm, and he has no thoughts of retreating.

Skis are indeed a good choice for snow travel, and the war horses that do not pull the sleds are also running happily, but for soldiers who are not very familiar with skis, plus they have to pull the horses, many people fall and fight, and even Ding Yi himself is not very good, because skiing itself is an "S" sport, can the horses run like this? At least Ding Yi didn't have this level. And it is definitely not a good idea for them to give up horses, because not only to carry the assembly, but also to blend in with the herdsmen, who do not have horses? Do you really think that the Warats are mentally retarded?

"I'll go first with Zhang Mao." Ding Yi took off his equipment from the horses and said to Li Yuncong and Wu Dugan, "If you can use skis skillfully after practicing, give the horses to the communication class, and let them take the war horses and the Red Army Changsheng together, and slowly follow behind, and after arriving at the predetermined location, you can find a place to rest first, or steal a few horses and mix in......"

This is a last resort, because as soon as the snow stops, the Tartars will definitely open up the battlefield shield, unless Ding Yi plans to rely on these thirty or forty people to see the gods all the way to kill the gods, see the Buddha and kill the Buddha, shoot out the bullets with bayonets, kill all the way to the past, and finally bite the teeth and then break out the small universe, otherwise, it is unlikely to achieve the goal. They can only travel in the wind and snow, which is the only way to survive.

Or what kind of sleds and snowboards are tossed in a hurry? But who can ask, when will the snow stop?

No one could give this answer, so they had to rush over as much as they could.

However, the order received by the communication squad was: "Let the Red Army Changsheng take you to a small tribe nearby, take down a small tribe, and hand it over to him to manage, together with these war horses, wait for the snow to stop, under the banner of this tribe, take these war horses to approach the Miyun avant-garde, take the opportunity to sneak in, or meet with our men who arrived in advance, you will judge the situation and make a decision for yourself." ”

"Nayan, don't worry, I, Tart Ma Chi Ikirata, will definitely see Ruyu Khan!" The Red Army Changsheng looked like he had no way out anyway, so he felt like he was open, "This wind and snow can't bother me, there are such snowstorms every year, and my tribe has not been killed by the wind and snow." "For the long-term victory of the Red Army, it is nothing for the tribe to die some people, as long as it is not the destruction of the entire tribe, it is a victory, in fact, the most primitive inheritance and law is indeed the case.

So he dared to promise Ding Yi that he would definitely be able to deliver the letter, although he said: "But how many people can live to the Miyun avant-garde?" That Yan, the minion doesn't know. "How many people will die on the road because of this wind and snow is not something he has the means or ability to grasp.

And Ding Yi in this case, there is indeed no good choice, if he can't get in touch with Ding Ruyu, then the significance of his team's existence will be greatly weakened, even if the attack on the strategic target is completed, the riot of the Warat people is likely to be regarded as a trap by Ding Ruyu's side, and the fighter will be missed.

It wasn't until many years later that the Red Army Changsheng mentioned this snowy day, and he always thought that it was Zhang Mao's spell cast with his blood: "At that time, I didn't know what doctrine was, and I didn't know what ideals were, but Apong Rakshasa was the strongest person I could climb at that time...... You know, even the commanders under Yexian didn't have a chance to curry favor! I can stammer with Ruyu Khan, who also wrestles with his wrist first, and Apong Rakshasa who is also jealous with the king of the competition, why don't I stammer? But if I were to risk my life in such a blizzard to deliver a letter, it would be hard to imagine that I would dare to do it......" He said more than once, "Zhang Mao is a magician, don't listen to him to cover it!" He is the only one who has obtained the true legend and knows the supernatural powers! He did a spell with my blood, my nails, my hair! How could I have done something like that? If you don't have a life, what tribe do you need? What more do you need? ”

But at this time, at least the tart horse Chi Ikirata had a snowflake-stained face, and that kind of sincerity and courage made Ding Yi choose to trust him: "Then these war horses will all be handed over to you, and the communication team will protect you until they fall, you must deliver the letter to Ruyu's hands within five days, understand?" From now on, today is the first day, and on the fifth day, you will have to deliver the letter! It doesn't matter if it's snowing or it's going to be a knife, I want results. ”

"That Yan, I will do it!" He said so.

Ding Yi led Zhang Mao, carrying a huge combat bag, propping up ski poles, and gliding a few "S" shaped tracks, and soon, in the snowy weather, looking back, the extremely low visibility made him and Zhang Mao unable to see the people behind him, whether it was Wu Dugan, or Li Yuncong, or Tart Ma Chi Ikirata.

Zhang Mao fell a few times, he was unfamiliar with the gliding in the snow after all, and once he didn't stretch it out, he hit the trunk of a tree, fortunately, the speed was not too fast, but his good physical foundation made him learn quickly, and when it was dark and he couldn't move forward, he was basically able to keep up with Ding Yi, which was a great thing for beginners.

After eating something and boiling some snow water to drink, Ding Yi asked him: "This night there are four shifts, and every hour is changed, are you on the first, third or second and fourth shifts?" If you wake up and can't stay awake, soon you and I, the master and apprentice, will be buried in this snowfield, it may be the Tartars patrolling behind the snow eyes, 100,000 Tartars, how big is the territory of the Anxi Governor's Mansion? It may also be that this snow nest collapsed and buried the two of us directly. ”

Zhang Mao thought for a while, and felt that what Ding Yi said was very reasonable, although he was very tired at the moment, he could still play a mental support, if he woke up in the second half of the night, he really couldn't help himself, he would fall asleep if he stayed and stayed, there was nothing surprising about it, if he was in Beijing, the slaves were naturally fine, in this wilderness and snowfield, he was not ready to gamble with his life: "Can it be one, four?" ”

"Okay." Ding Yi soon made a slight cry, and there were still some things to deal with tomorrow, such as: 100,000 Tartars. (To be continued......)