The blizzard is coming!

The howling north wind, wrapped in large snowflakes, smashed at Zhou Hao with his head and face.

Zhou Hao shook off the snow flakes stuck to his cloak and armor, looked up at the hazy sky, and scolded in a low voice: "Grandma's, it was fine just now, how can you say it?"

This is the tenth day in a row of marches.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers, as well as the recruited people and villagers, are like a huge long dragon, on the road from Longxiang City to Changqing Mountain, wandering around.

The vanguard of the expeditionary army has even crossed Changqing Mountain and entered the territory of Goryeo, and the rear army has just set off from Longxiang City.

There are so many people, and countless grains and grass are crowded on the road, plus the weather is cold, the road is difficult, and the speed can't be fast.

Zhou Hao's Chinese army, after swearing in Longxiang City ten days ago, marched all the way to Changqingshan. The road of more than 800 miles actually took ten days, and it was said that the journey was only eighty miles, which was really slow for this elite army.

This time, in order to drive the Fusang people into the sea, Beiyan can be regarded as doing his best.

In addition to the army that had to stay to guard against the Western Qin people, with Xue Wanche, the general of Zhenguo, as the commander, and Ji Yue, the seventh prince, as the supervising army, the elite soldiers of the eight counties of Hebei, Liao, Lu, Yi, Jin, You, Yun, and Henan, with a total of 90,000 cavalry, 230,000 infantry, and more than 400,000 Xiangyong and Minfu, went all out to attack the million Fusang army.

Among the more than 300,000 troops, the Liaodong Army is, of course, a well-deserved main force. The Liaodong infantry had 110,000 cavalry, accounting for almost half of the total number of infantry, and the Liaodong cavalry had more than 50,000 cavalry, accounting for 60 percent.

The pioneers who pioneered the whole army were the 20,000 soldiers of the Liaodong Army's Xuanfeng Battalion. Not only did they have to repel the harassing attacks of the Fuso people, but they also had to shovel snow to clear the way.

But in Changqing Mountain in November, a snowstorm can come at any time. One layer of old snow has just been shoveled off the front, and two new layers of snow will be pressed on the back.

At this time, the preparation of the sledding for a month played a great role.

Especially for the infantry, with the sleds as a weapon, the thick snow is no longer an obstacle. Countless infantrymen who have learned to ski are not only fast but also extremely labor-saving as they glide on the snow surface.

Xue Wanche looked at a famous infantry flying by beside him, and said to Zhou Hao beside him with great satisfaction: "Haozi, this idea of yours is really good, Lao Tzu has given you a great credit! Before the war started, your kid has the merit of beheading thirty levels, which can be regarded as the only one in the whole army!"

The corners of Zhou Hao's mouth grinned: "These infantry are refreshing, but our cavalry has suffered!"

For the cavalry, the skid really didn't do much. Even if a man could use a sled, the cavalry's mounts still had to trude through the snow.

In order to be with their beloved mounts, the cavalry gave up their sleds one after another, and led their horses to move forward step by step in the thigh-deep snowfield.

Even Xue Wanche was no exception! He led his Black Storm and followed the brigade of tens of thousands of cavalry.

But for Xue Wanche, who is a top master, walking on the snow is really like walking on the ground, and there is no difficulty at all. In the snow, only two lines of his shallow footprints remained.

Zhou Hao also led his two horses, one was the original mount Jujube Red Horse, and the other was the Neighing Wind Beast that had just been subdued two days ago.

The neighing beast was malnourished all year round, and Zhou Hao was reluctant to ride it before it was well recuperated, so Zhou Hao could only use the jujube red horse for a while.

And now it is not Zhou Hao himself who is lying on the back of the jujube red horse, but the mountain tiger! This tired guy was too lazy to walk by himself, so he actually jumped on the back of the jujube red horse, lay on it and hitchhiking, and even lazily took a nap!

Zhou Hao turned his head to look around, tens of thousands of cavalry were honestly trudging in the snow. There is only a large warm sedan chair carried by eight people, which is particularly abrupt in the team.

"General, Your Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, the shelf is really too big! What kind of business is it to sit in a sedan chair while marching and fighting?" Zhou Hao said with a hint of disdain on the corner of his mouth.

Xue Wanche turned his head to look at the big warm sedan chair, and said coldly: "Muddy is mud, and no matter how much you lift it, you can't support the wall! The king really dotes on his young son too much, and actually sent him to be a prisoner! It is clear that he is here to grab a piece of military merit and mix up his qualifications! The king has such an arrangement, and Lao Tzu can only pinch his nose and admit it. But don't hinder Lao Tzu's military affairs, otherwise, Lao Tzu doesn't care what prince or grandson he is, and he will not be able to eat and go around!"

Zhou Hao frowned and looked at the eight sedan chairs, and found that the eight big men carrying the sedan chairs, although they were carrying heavy sedan chairs, did not seem to be struggling. Moreover, the footprints left by the eight people in the snow were less than half an inch, only a little deeper than Xue Wanche's footprints.

Seeing this, Zhou Hao hurriedly said: "General, who are the big men who carry the sedan chair? Looking at the appearance of stepping on the snow without a trace, are they all masters?"

Xue Wanche said in a deep voice: "That is the notorious Seven Kings and Eight Dogs in the royal capital, that is, the Eight Dogs of the Seventh Prince! As a first-class master, for the sake of glory and wealth, he is actually committed to being a slave, and he is mad and bites people! Several officials of the DPRK and China have already died under the claws of these eight dogs, not to mention ordinary people!"

Zhou Hao's heart sank, he didn't expect that the court of Beiyan would be so chaotic, and the princes and ministers would actually kill each other, so what hope did this Northern Yan Kingdom have?

"It seems that this officialdom of Beiyan is really too dark! Will the young master really want to be a general in the future and completely fall into this mess of mud?"

Thinking of this, Zhou Hao had a further understanding of officialdom, and the dream of becoming a general had unconsciously faded a little.

At this time, a few snowflakes drilled into Zhou Hao's neck, and Zhou Hao, who was contemplative, was suddenly excited, his head suddenly cooled, and he already had a plan for the future in his heart: "Forget it, maybe the general is right, what fame and fortune, glory and wealth are floating clouds! The master is still dedicated to cultivating martial arts, as long as he becomes a master, the world is big, and the master can go to it!"