On a snowy night, there was no means of lighting to climb on both sides of the nameless valley, and even though Song Zhiwen had previously provided them with the iron claws and ropes secretly made by the military department for climbing, many of them had frozen their hands and feet purple and black, and they were covered with chilblains that would burst and blew pus at the slightest touch.

Eventually, when the exhausted Jinju warriors climbed the cliffs on both sides of the valley, three more fell halfway through. The sound above the valley would have been magnified a thousand times by those below, and none of the three men let out a panicked cry, only the sound of the wind as they fell and the muffled sound of their lives in the snow.

Falling down from a place a few feet high, even if there is waist-deep snow underneath, it will hurt the muscles and bones if it is not even, and there is no extra manpower to rescue, so these three people can only find their own way to survive.

Wei Changpan's ten fingers were also full of frostbite, and the slightest exertion was the pain of drilling his heart, and he almost missed the rope several times, and when he reached the top of the valley, he felt that his close-fitting underwear was soaked with sweat.

He looked behind him, and could vaguely see three vague human figures on the snow, and when he turned around, more than a dozen pairs of eyes were looking at him. Wei Changpan knew that he had no time to mourn the lives and deaths of the next three people.

Condescendingly, the situation in the valley can still be seen clearly, there are more than 100 tall instruments covered with oilcloth and waterproof, from some open traces can be seen that there are still a considerable number of instruments in the valley before, more than 20 oiled cowhide tents, not counting the people who are on guard and vigil outside, enough to accommodate ten people in the wide tent but only three or four people in each.

The scout's intelligence was not wrong, and the people stationed there were still only a hundred-man troop, but it was always the old and weak who had the lowest combat effectiveness in the various departments that they were sent to do this kind of work to guard grain and grass armaments, and the treatment was far inferior to that of those in the battle array, why was it so generous that five people could afford to live in a large cowhide tent at this time? If the grassland people were like this, why bother Zhou Zhang to come all the way to Dayao to plunder?

Rao is Wei Changpan's self-proclaimed shallow experience can see too much wrong, the lack of iron tools in the grassland, in the early years, even most of the rogue who went south to plunder did not even have a decent saber, most of them took a mace embedded with nails and iron pieces, although the cavalry under the nobles said that the horse armor is not comparable to the rogue coward, but speaking of this blade, it really made many soldiers at the border sneer, and the saber of the Dayao system was opened as soon as it was touched, and the scene of easy knife breaking when crossing the horse weapon was also rare.

But the blades and armor of these barbarians in the valley are not shoddy products, and even compared to these people around Wei Changpan, the blades in each person's hands are not standard, but the armor is the same style, not to mention that it can be seen from the posture and gait of several people....

The reason why Dun Mao completely ignored the concerns of the other lords and monarchs and his dissatisfaction with his arbitrariness was that on the one hand, on the other hand, he was extremely confident in these warriors in the Taiqige Division, and with the terrain and the elite of these hundred people, even the cavalry of a thousand people forcibly rushed into the valley, and these hundred people could also defend it.

The 100-man team is a 100-person team in intelligence, but it is not the expected 100 people who are all old, weak, sick and disabled, but a hundred martial artists who don't know the depths. After a while, almost everyone could see that the garrison in the valley was very different from what they expected, more than a dozen people around Wei Changpan were waiting for his order, and on the cliff on the other side of the valley, more than a dozen people were waiting for his order.

The safest way is to go down to the valley now to rescue the injured and make a detour back to Jinju, and then make plans when you go back and Wonseong.

However, there were no horses on the way back, and they all relied on two legs, and the original road of ten years may not take a month, and after a month, it is not yet known whether the city is still in the hands of the Yao people.

They are already late, the siege equipment has already been transported to Jinju, maybe some of the cities have been broken, and some of their acquaintances have died.

More than a dozen lives had been lost in order to get here, and more than half of the people lying on their stomachs on the valley had to lose more than one of their fingers and toes, and after an hour, they did not know how many of them could stand and walk out of this nameless valley.

It's all here.... Can I go back?

Wei Changpan carried the skin bag containing the fire oil in his arms, and used his body temperature to melt the frozen oil like everyone else.

When the oil melts, that's when they go down and kill.

....

The most spacious and comfortable cowhide tent in the Nameless Valley is covered with sheepskin carpets, and the brass goose-foot lamps illuminate the knotted skin of naked men and the delicate and smooth skin of women.

The man lying on the tiger skin had thick black hair on his abdomen and chest, and he touched the empty wine jar next to him but felt empty, and then the huge palms rubbed up and down on the sleeping woman's body.

Vula Batu is the first samurai of the Taiqi Ge Division, strong enough to kill a yak with one punch, when the lord Dun Mao first ascended the throne, he chose to kneel at the feet of the young lord very wisely, and used his bravery to sweep away many nobles and small tribes who did not submit to him for Dun Mao, and his reputation is also getting bigger and bigger, and at the same time that Dun Mao gave him a bronze mirror purchased from Da Yao, Bal Luo Batu also became the most powerful man in the Taiqi Ge Department and even the entire grassland.

He loves the bravery of Balabatu, but he never tires of his vices. The lord of the Tai tribe described the bald batu very vividly as a stallion in heat all day long, and hundreds of young and beautiful women of the Taiqige tribe were poisoned by him, many of them the wives and daughters of nobles, and if it were not for the mediation of the lord, these nobles would have had the bald Batu put in sacks and trampled into a pile of minced meat with the hooves of horses.

Perhaps in the eyes of the lord of the Taiqige tribe, Dunmao, Bal Luo Batu is already a warrior in ten thousand, otherwise with these things he has done, even Dunmao's own son will be beaten to death by him with a horsewhip.

There are many women in Dunmao, and naturally there are many sons, and if you kill one, you can have another one, but there is only one bald Batu in the Taiqige Division, although he is an alcoholic and a greedy adulterer, but he is still the person that the lord needs to do so, so he can live to this day.

In the grassland, the herdsmen of this age can no longer ride horses and herd cattle and sheep, so they can only lie in their tents and wait for their breath, and the poor tribesmen will even carry the useless old man to a high place and let the vultures and jackals eat it, which is called heavenly burial.

Relying on Takefu's physique, Ballobatu still has the energy of the Night Emperor at this age, but he has no hope of growing up in the martial arts, and it is Ballobatu's favorite wine and women that bury his martial arts future.

After a drunken forcibly pulled the most beloved daughter of a big nobleman in the Taiqige tribe outside the tent and invaded it, the powerful nobleman in the tribe who was only under the lord Dunmao let out a word, wanting to cut off the bald Batu thing and make wine, and he didn't even listen to the words of the sovereign dubi, so that the first warrior of the Taiqige tribe would not be reduced to a man with only two legs, Dunmao had to send Balabatu to the nameless valley to lead the 100-man team of martial artists, which was a disguised derogation

Therefore, as a special centurion, Ballobatu lived up to his trust, and after arriving in this valley, he ordered his men to rotate guards day and night, and this warrior who was the number one in the Taiqige tribe stayed awake all night on the belly of the woman in the most spacious and comfortable cowhide tent.

The woman beside her was awakened by the caress of Balopatu, writhing and moaning into the bone marrow, Ballobatu gave her satisfaction that she had never imagined before, this woman from the small barbarian tribe who had been offered to the Taiqige tribe was assigned to the Bal Batu tent several times and three times to seek death, and after tasting the taste, she willingly stayed by his side.

Although he was a stallion in estrus all day long, and at the same time he offended almost all the nobles who had beautiful wives and daughters in the Taiqige Division, and as for the herdsmen's grudges, it was insignificant, but the clear-eyed nobles couldn't help but sigh that although Bald Batu had done many stupid things, there was one crucial thing that he had never done wrong.

Balobatu Laerhua always followed behind the horse of the lord Dun Mao.

I have to say that this is the most correct thing this man who only has a martial arts realm and no brains has done in his life.

In fact, Bal Batu, who is a shrewd person at heart, is not as most people on the grassland think, he is a stallion that only thinks with his lower body, and he lives to this day with luck. All the wisdom of Dun Mao is no less than that of any wise man on the grassland, so he knows one thing, Dun Mao will never tolerate a person who is not only a powerful martial artist but also very intelligent, which will threaten his position as the sovereign, and the person who threatens the position of the sovereign will not have a better end than dying happily in the Taiqige Division.

Stopping the caressing of her palms, Bal Luo Batu stretched out her arms and lay on her back on the tiger's fur, and the bewitching woman beside her curled up into a distance, she knew that this was the time when Bal Luo Batu disliked being disturbed the most, and this samurai who was the number one in the Taiqi Sect seemed to calm down and think.

Although he is known as the most powerful and brave warrior in the Taiqi Gebu and even the entire grassland, Bal Luo Batu is self-aware, the grassland is huge, and the number of people who practice martial arts will not be less than the number of yellow sheep, even if the martial artists on the table are stronger than him, there are not a few, but in the eyes of those who only have a way of martial arts, what Bal Luo Batu is chasing is ridiculous like the short tail of a wild mouse.

However, it did not occur to them that if Vulabatu did not think of himself as an alcoholic and lustful man one day, he would be crushed to dust with that heavy horseman, as long as he wanted to take another insignificant step.

Since everything is unrealistic and delusional, it is better to enjoy the wine and women of the present.

I heard that there is a small department named Salha in the south, and the lord was killed by Yaoren's martial arts, I wonder when he will be able to meet these fellow Daoists?

Bald Batu thought so as he took the woman into his arms.