Entering the red and gray corridor, it is the Red Mountain.

Snow was falling, and the snow slowed down the carriage. Although the speed is worrying, it is not without benefits, at least it is not bad for pregnant women, and the red and gray corridor is not a flat road.

Yu Jian looked back, and there was only a vague outline left behind the ruined city, and through the cold mist that diffused it, the distant city wall looked different and desolate, compared with the bustling and lively southern towns, they were two completely different worlds.

The walls on both sides of the road have a thin layer of ice in some places, but you can still see the mountain walls wrapped below, which have turned dark red after years and wind and snow. The Red Grey Corridor has been manually trimmed and excavated many times in the past, but the fault zone formed by Lieyan Mountain here is not created by man, and the boxers of the Northern Desert sing the praises of the dragon god to open the way for the mountain so that they do not have to follow the northerners' road from Jinju Province to the south.

However, in such a season, the red and gray corridor is not lively, because the people of the Northern Desert are like brown bears resting in winter, they are used to surviving the winter in warm homes, they avoid unnecessary outings, and the food and heating materials needed for the winter are ready in the autumn. The inhospitable soil of the Northern Desert is also destined to see almost no southbound convoys loaded with agricultural products in the Red and Gray Corridor, and the caravans carrying furs, medicines, clothing, food, and wine to the Northern Desert have completed most of their tasks before winter, and now there are generally only convoys loaded with timber, ore, and wild medicinal herbs from abandoned cities, but there are not many of them.

At noon, Yu Jian let the carriage stop for a while and simply ate lunch. When they came out of the inn, they bought a lot of pies that were famous in the abandoned city, with thin skin and many fillings, especially delicious beef and donkey meat, and a box of mare's milk. There are many horses and few cattle and sheep in the abandoned city, and the mare's milk is packed in a special incubator to avoid solidification, and Long Dailan can drink it after heating it on the charcoal stove.

After a long journey, the north wind whistling from behind was the only fellow traveler of Yu Jian on this empty road. This made him feel especially lonely. He remembered that on the Virtuous King's Road, when they were looking for the village to spend the night in the blizzard, the coachman brother must have felt the same way. What about Archie, who accompanied them through the entire northerners' road, would he also feel lonely? It was a wonderful and incredible experience to enjoy the service of a barbarian.

The cold is far from the most terrible presence of the snow season. The anger rushing in my heart, the loneliness that follows me, and the sadness that I can't get rid of are all looming in my breath.

There is no escaping it.

Yu Jian immediately recalled the scene of visiting Red Rock City with the former king, when the provincial governor was still Eugene. Red Rock City is a revered city, where the Holy King Yugu ushered in the great Xianglong Age, established an empire that lasted for thousands of years, the boxers submitted to the wise leadership of the Holy King, and the belief in the gods of the earth spread throughout the country, all of which made Yu Jian full of yearning and admiration for Red Rock City. It was also his first visit to the Holy King's hometown.

He still remembered the small street paved with red stone, and on both sides of the road was a row of neat and straight warrior elms, and most of the buildings were painted red. The summer sun is shining, and the white light shines on the red masonry, adding a solemn and solemn feeling. The red color symbolizes the blood of the martyrs who died to resist the mountain giants in the age of the Holy King, and the city alone lost more than 100,000 people in the war. Chishan Province is the territory of blood and fire, and Red Rock City is the totem of blood and fire.

The massive red castle in the middle of the city is a veritable fortress, built so strong that it is a city within a city. Redstone City, Dragon City, and Sunset Ciep are great cities that go hand in hand, but they are all different. The giant dragon is a giant city agglomeration, and there are Gaoqiu Town, Yuema Town, Miancheng, Changqiu Town, The Sunset Fort is made up of four areas of comparable size, with no obvious area separating the nobles from the commoners, and the Red Rock City, like the Golden Castle, has bustling streets and bazaars and buildings of all kinds, most of the nobles live in the castle, and outside the castle is the world of the commoners, where the people are plainly dressed, the buildings look old, and many of the houses show signs of decay, but they are just as lively.

Yu Jian prefers to wander aimlessly through the streets outside the castle, stopping here and looking there. They had been in Redstone for more than ten days, and he had plenty of time to get acquainted with the civilian world outside the castle, which was his world. In the bottom of his heart, he never considered himself a nobleman, and although he was respected throughout the country, it was because he was a key person at the side of the former king. He was just a martial artist, and the magnates would only see him as a murderous weapon or a protective shield.

All this is a thing of the past, the first king will not come back from the dead, there is a new king on the throne, and he is no longer a samurai. He's just a wanted fugitive. Redstone is no longer led by Eugene, who was loyal to the former king, and the great city that gave birth to the Holy King is now ruled by a man who betrayed the former king. If that person knew that he and Long Dailan were on their way in the Red and Gray Corridor, he would definitely send troops to arrest him, and then send it to the dragon to ask for a reward.

He had to hurry up and not turn back. They chose a direction that could not be reversed. Almost without reason, they heeded the advice of a barbarian and gambled on their future. Looking back on it now, it does feel very risky, even a little ridiculous. How could the boxers follow the guidance of the barbarians?

What he had seen and heard in the past few days had upended his understanding of the world he lived in, and he knew that Dailan was just as lost and confused as he was, perhaps even more. But did they have a better choice? The dragon god did not give him a perfect solution.

Perhaps this is the test that the dragon god has given them. Isn't this the blessing of the dragon god that he has repeatedly turned danger into danger under the gaze of death? Only those who are strong enough in their faith can hold on to the right direction and go further. Thinking of this, he shook his head, determined to banish those cumbersome thoughts from his mind. If it's a trap, he'll go down as well. The dragon god will watch over his journey.

They had already crossed the first part of the mountain road in the red and gray corridor, the highest part of the Burning Rock Mountain was left behind, and the vision in front of them gradually widened, and everywhere they could see was a white expanse, but it could be seen that the terrain had gradually evolved into plains, and the hills were becoming fewer and fewer. None of them had ever traveled through the Red and Grey Corridor before, and they didn't know where the Merlin on the road was, but the Inkiramo Mountains were just west of the Red Mountains, not far from the Burning Rock Mountains.

The Inchiramo Mountains are the source of the Wen River, and it won't be long before they should be able to see the frozen river, which is the upper reaches of the Wen River. Where there are rivers, there are river flats, where water and grass are abundant, and large areas can be cultivated, and towns and villages where boxers live will appear.

It was getting dark, and in the north, winter nights came especially early. They left the ruined city around the time of the dragon, and it is estimated that they have been running for four hours now, that is, around the time of the sword, and there are no people in sight. Only one of the carriages that came in front of them had been touched, but four of them overtook them at a faster pace. The red and gray corridors in the cold winter are really not ordinary desolate. In this kind of weather, the bandits had to close down, which was their luck.

Half an hour later, he finally saw the wheat fields, and the rolling hills that were faintly visible in the distance. Patches of flat snow reveal scattered stems, showing the hope of life and a sign of the village's existence.

The village sits on the western side of the red-gray corridor, and a narrow path follows the terrain to form a downhill road, and the snow is potholed, making it look like a large group of people have passed by it not long ago. The journey into the village was quite short, turning left and right for several turns, Yu Jian saw a circle of low stone walls, behind which were a simple stone houses, with high and low chimneys erected on the roofs covered with thick snow.

Spotting a living approaching, a pack of dogs gathered at the intersection of the village, barking at the carriage from afar. Driving to the front, Yu Jian got out of the carriage, explained to the carriage, and walked to the village alone. Despite the barking of dogs, the doors and windows of every household in the village were still closed, and no one cared about the faces of the village.

Maybe they looked through the window and didn't necessarily understand. It seems that this village does not welcome many foreign guests, and there are not many people passing by this season, and there should be few people who enter the village to spend the night. Looking closer, Yu Jian found that there were some wooden houses interspersed between the stone houses, but they didn't seem to be a good match, and they seemed to have been built later.

Those dogs barked around him, violent, but none of them really came up to pounce and bite, most of the farmer's dogs are like this, they will bark not fiercely, and the fierce ones are too lazy to bark, so they pounce directly. Yu Jian ignored them, walked straight to the outermost stone house, knocked on the wooden door, and said loudly: "There are passing guests outside, is anyone there?"

After slapping for a while and no one opened the door, Yu Jian turned to another one. There are relatively new footprints at the door, it seems that there are people, but they are not very hospitable. Yu Jian looked back at the carriage, and the horse was churning over the slush under the tree with its head down. Suddenly, he sensed that something was wrong.

Speaking of which, it is now between the time of the sword and the time of the stove, and in winter the night comes early, and dinner is also early, and it is time for the family to prepare dinner, even if some families do not plan to cook, but there is always wood burning in the kitchen stove.

But none of the chimneys in the village were smoking.

He immediately galloped towards the carriage.