As the saying goes,

Xing'an Mountains hang white pine wheels,

The evil snow can't hide the soul of the earth,

Lian Po will be able to put on armor again,

Slay demons and subdue demons.

Zhaolin is also nearly half a hundred years old.

He never dared to say that he was a god of war, but everyone in Dameng knew that Zhaolin's existence could make the people in the frontier sleep peacefully.

Today's Ningguta is fierce outside the style, and the snow is extraordinarily mad.

Little did anyone know that two hundred years later, on the other side of the globe, the Dutch had stepped into the Arctic Circle for the first time in human history.

In the winter of that year, on the third day of the 39th lunar calendar that our children are familiar with, the temperature measured in the first scientific research station in the Arctic was minus 35 degrees, and the Ningguta on that day was minus 37 degrees.

Zhaolin stood on the top of the mountain, and in the distance he could vaguely see a thin halo floating on the horizon, Zhaolin closed his eyes and smelled the smell wafting in the air, which was the smoke of cooking for at least 200,000 enemy soldiers. It looks like it's only two to three days away.

The wind and snow are sandwiched together, blowing more fiercely, and the old hunters in Xing'an Mountains know that this kind of day, the white-haired wind is together, and even the kings of the mountains and forests, the tigers, have to find a hole to hide.

Zhaolin didn't feel the cold, because he knew that hundreds of thousands of displaced Dameng people were suffering from hunger and cold under the faint haze in front of him.

"If my aunt is still there, and she sees the smoke wafting from the house, she will definitely be eating in the village."

Under Zhaolin's frosty beard, he grinned and let out a smile, and subconsciously touched the giant axe in his hand. The axes were originally a pair, made of meteorite by the most important person in his life, and after the death of that person, Zhaolin nailed one of the axes deep outside her residence.

At that time, the sixth elder brother Zhaojia had just inherited the unification, and the emperor became the emperor, and there was a weapon in the palace, which always hindered peace, so Zhaojia sent more than a dozen little eunuchs to pull out the axe, but he couldn't pull it out at all.

Zhao Jia responded in his heart, and sent a group of imperial guards to dig out the axe, but before he could go outside Ah Qiao's former residence, he was stopped by Zhang Lang with the emperor's edict and said that it was a meteorite auspicious, a town house

After that, the axe was still stuck directly outside the hut next to the Heart Cultivation Temple, poking everyone's hearts.

The snow in the north was sandwiched with ice ballast, clanging against Zhaolin's armor.

This set of armor, except for the one used by Emperor Dameng himself, should be the highest standard in the dynasty.

From top to bottom, there are a total of seven dragons inlaid with gilt, and only the children of the royal family who are extremely human are qualified to wear them.

This white armor embodies the hard work of the top skilled craftsmen of the Great Mongolian Dynasty for many years, the white armor is made of stainless steel, light weight, good toughness, and ordinary weapons are cut to leave a white mark.

But no one knows, the most difficult thing to create this armor is to connect the joints of various parts of the body, not only to ensure the ability to protect, but also not to affect flexibility, to put on the armor to act the same as not to wear, this core technology, but has been held in the hands of a few first-class officials in the Ouchi Manufacturing Office.

The rim of the armor is trimmed with pure gold, and seven dragons of different forms are entrenched all over the body. It glows softly and firmly in the snow.

On the heavy cloak, surrounded by the fur of two white wolf kings, these two white wolves were originally a pair, but they were given to Zhaolin by himself when the emperor took that person Akita to hunt in the early years.

Over the years, there have been hundreds of battles, big and small, and Zhaolin has never lost once, because that person told him that a man can't lose a single battle. (Actually, the original words are: backbone can lose, life can't lose)

Over the years, no matter how bitter and difficult the situation was, Zhaolin thought about this sentence and persevered in one breath.

And this accumulation of exploits also made him rise to the top.

The current Zhaolin is not only the eldest brother, but also the prince of Dameng and Shuoyi, a first-class loyal and brave prince, who leads the yellow and white flags in the eight banners of Dameng, and even his teacher Hacha'er, who has been following him, is now also the leader of the blue flag.

Just thinking about the cooking smoke, Hacha'er came up from behind, Hacha'er is also close to the sixtieth year, although he is in good spirits and old and strong, but the green silk on his head has also turned into white hair.

Hachar took out a bowl of wine from his arms and handed it to Zhaolin, who took it and found that there was already a layer of ice floating on the bowl, but the bottom of the bowl was still hot.

Hachar glanced at the ice ballast in the wine and sighed: "Lord Wang, I'll go and heat another bowl for you, just now it's hot and bring it up, this ghost weather, it took a while to freeze." ”

As he spoke, the crushed ice floating in the wine bowl turned into a piece and froze solidly.

Zhaolin smiled, smashed the ice on the bowl with his heavy nails, reconciled with his fingers, and drank the wine: "My aunt said that everything can be wasted, eating and drinking, no." ”

Zhaolin turned his head and looked at the ridge behind him, on the endless slopes, the mountains were all over the field, and they were densely packed with Dameng warriors leading horses.

The sky is overwhelming, like a tide, and even the snow and dense woodland cannot be sheltered.

One step at a time, neatly aligned, the sound shook the forest, this vast mountain was originally full of fierce beasts, at this time, even the largest and cunning wolves, all quietly cowered in the hole, waiting for this heavenly god soldier to cross, and did not dare to make a sound.

These tens of thousands of elite soldiers are the most elite cavalry of the three banners of inlaid yellow, white, and inlaid with blue, and the three colors neatly divide the hillside into three pieces.

The soldiers were very fast, and it only took five days for them to rush all the way from the north out of Shanhaiguan to here, but on their faces, there was no sleepiness at all.

This is Dameng's hope.

"Hachar, on the edge of the ridge, find a leeward place, let's make a meal, tired of these days, let the brothers sleep peacefully, this wind and snow, this distance, they will not sneak attack."

"Wow."

This may be the last meal before the war, originally the cavalry rushed, with not a lot of supplies, luck is better, around the catch of a few cats winter wild boar, that time, wild boars in the mountains and tigers are about the same status, but also a tyrant, all day by the pine tree, rubbing the body, covered in pine oil mixed with mane, and the same as the tank, ordinary swords can not hurt it. It's really a tiger that has been met, and they all weigh it.

Therefore, wild boars are quite long-lived, and they are also exceptionally large, and in some places, these wild boars are even worshiped as mountain gods.

But the army is outside, it is very important to fill the stomach, and the words of the ghosts and gods are a bit ethereal, and Zhaolin has never believed it.

After setting up camp, Zhaolin sent several groups of scouts out to hunt for wild boars.

No matter how big the mountain is, it can't withstand the exploration of the army, so I caught a few and came back.

After slaughtering, the water was emptied, the hair was removed, and the grill was roasted on the fire, and after a while, the aroma came out, and the aroma permeated the barracks, which really made people swallow their saliva.

It is estimated that the tigers in the mountains are crying greedily.