The night was deep, and the summer night of May suddenly blew a cold wind. Under the wall, a group of Beihai soldiers held halberds and raised their halberds, their mouths were titled, and their horses were wrapped in hooves, and they quietly and rapidly advanced towards the Flying Fish Pass in the west. More than half an hour later, about 100,000 people and horses left Tsim Sha Pass one after another, and then the troops were divided into three roads and advanced in the form of a wild goose marching formation.

And directly in front of this wild goose, Bai Shi, the commander of the Menglan Legion, wore his ice god robe, and actually exuded a substantial murderous aura in the dark night. Even if they were soldiers of the Legion Guards who had followed Baishi for many years, they were so frightened by this murderous aura that they trembled on their legs. It's just that they have to keep the pace of the march tightly because of the military order.

When the moon was dark and the wind was high, the ice god clothes on Bai Shi's body still shone with a gentle white light, like the stars in the sky. Legend has it that the Ice Armor is the armor of the gods that has existed since the founding of the North Sea Kingdom. Back then, Qingshi entered the Ice Fantasy Realm alone and obtained the Ice God Clothes, which was known to the world. Of course, this also has a lot to do with the tragic experience of bluestone. As for Shiraishi, the world only knows that he is the Ice God of the North Sea, but they don't know anything about the process of obtaining the Ice God Clothes.

It's no wonder, because Shiraishi was only twenty-seven years old when he obtained the Ice Divine Clothes, more than twenty years ago. If it weren't for the North Sea War, the world would still be living peacefully in the world, as the so-called times create heroes. However, Baishi is indeed an unborn genius, who has been invincible in his sword all his life, and his status in the wooden door is second only to his senior brother, and the current head of the wooden door Mu Yi. However, when Shiraishi was young, he fell in love with a little sister of Mumen at the same time as the current king of Beihai, but it turned out that Haitian won the heart of the beautiful woman. Therefore, whenever he attends Haitian's state conference or ordinary banquet, Baishi will put on a cold and stinky face, making Haitian lose face.

All the way to the march, the sacred white light of the ice god clothes became the guiding light of the 110,000 army, and Bai Shi's head was covered with a helmet, and no one could see the cruel smile on the face behind the helmet.

At the same time, the Flying Fish Pass Fish Belly Valley was in the camp of the Shangdang Legion.

"Come on, Lord Marshal, I would like to give you a drink. Subutai, who had already blushed, drank the liquor in his glass again.

"Hahaha, the military advisor is really happy today, it's done!" On the other side, Cha He Buhua was also extremely happy to drink the wine in the cup.

After a loud hiccup, Subutai said excitedly: "Marshal, this capture of the Flying Fish Pass is really a great achievement." Although Lord Jebel broke through Chen Sheng's 12 defenses in Beihai County, he still commanded the Holy Cavalry Regiment, the most powerful cavalry unit in our Chengtian Empire, and there were also the Black Bear Legion and His Majesty's Chengtian Legion behind him, and his strength was strong. On the other hand, Marshal, you only took a regular army of the empire to sweep through Menglan County, seize the bridgehead Feiyu Pass in the Crescent River Valley, and set foot on Menglan City, it is just around the corner!"

However, the amount of alcohol that Chahe Buhua consumed was obviously much higher than that of Subutai. Our marshal poured himself a glass of wine, and as if no one was around, he said, "What the military advisor said is right and wrong. Compared to the old Dadali waste who was stopped at the Nagato Bridge, our army is indeed brave and impermanent. As for Lord Jebel, although this commander is not as good as him, but in terms of the current battle situation, my Shangdang Legion is definitely in the first place. It's just that it's not an easy task to set foot in Menglan City. In fact, if it weren't for the help of King Mu to win the Flying Fish Pass this time, Ben Shuai would never have succeeded. Now, the Wood King was seriously injured by the black-clothed cannon, and if the North Sea Division on the Crescent River cannot be solved, our army can only attack the Tsim Sha Pass, which can be called the Ghost Gate. ”

After Su Butai heard the words "Tsim Sha Guan", most of the wine in his brain suddenly woke up, his two eyes narrowed into a slit, and said: "What the marshal said is extremely true. The Wood King was unfortunately seriously injured, and the marshal was also seriously injured, and almost half of the hundred figure commanders in the army died. To make matters worse, the enemy's black-coated artillery safely retreated into Tsim Sha Pass. You must know that there are millions of Song army ghosts in that Tsim Sha Pass, and with those black-clothed cannons that are urging death, it is really desperate. Therefore, we can only start from the waterway, and do not storm Tsim Sha Pass as a last resort!"

"Well, forget it, let's talk about the rest tomorrow. At least for now, this Flying Fish Pass is in the hands of my Chengtian Empire, and our army already has a great initiative. In a few days, the commander will send people to ask Lord Jebel and His Majesty for support, and ask them to send a strong force to attack Matsuyama, so that our Shangdang army can seize the entire Crescent River Valley area. ”

"Well, the marshal's plan is very good. Subutai borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, and wished the marshal to make new contributions!" Subutai raised his glass again and saluted Chahe Buhua.

"Well said, dry!" Cha and Buhua also craned their necks and drank it all.

After three rounds of drinking, Cha and Buhua and Su Butai drank crookedly, and soon fell asleep. And many of the soldiers of the Shangdang Legion, like their marshals and divisions, were very drunk, and few of them were sober.