In March 199, Yuan Shao's army defeated Yijing.

Gongsun Zhan's eldest son, Gongsun continued to be killed by Tu Ge.

The white horse general Gongsun Zhan, who had nothing to do, hanged his sister and wife, and then set himself on fire.

Only one daughter and one son broke through under the escort of the remnants of Bai Mayi.

Gongsun Zhanjun, extinguish!

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In March, the snow in Youzhou has not melted, and the cold wind blows into the cracks of people's bones.

On the plains and wilderness, a group of routed soldiers with tattered armor and sad faces marched with difficulty.

Most of them were once members of the White Horse Righteous Servants under the White Horse General Gongsun Zhan's tent.

"Where righteousness goes, life and death go hand in hand."

They once shouted a loud military horn on white horses and white armor, followed Gongsun Zhan to gallop through the north, expelled Hu Lu, and shocked the outside.

However, in the second year of the first peace, the battle of the boundary bridge was defeated by Koji Yoshi, and the backbone of this team was broken.

After the Battle of Yijing, the coach Gongsun Chan died by self-immolation.

This last white horse Yicong, under the leadership of Gongsun Zhan's general Tian Kai, barely protected Gongsun Zhan's orphans to break through.

Relying on the familiar terrain, the mounts were all good horses from Liaoxi and rushed out of the encirclement of Yuan Shaojun, and they chased and fled several times, leaving less than 300 people.

The city is ruined, the people are sleepy, and the horses are scarce.

Later, Yuan Shao's chasing troops pursued at the tail of the ranks, and when they broke through, they only brought two days of rations with them, and the rout, whose morale fell to the bottom, gradually went to a dead end.

The two knights cruising in front of the line walked side by side.

One of them took out a piece of dry and hard wheat cake from his bosom, he licked his bloody lips, and bit down a corner of the wheat cake that was as hard as a stone with his canine teeth, and took it in his mouth to soften it with saliva.

"It's not going to snow tonight, is it?" The handsome face in the past was full of tiredness, and he swallowed the cake in his mouth with difficulty with his throat, and Xia Houlan handed the remaining half of the cake in his hand to the knight beside him.

The tall knight shook his head and didn't speak, the silver armor was cold and hard, his body was covered with blood, and the white horse with an unusually strong horse in his crotch was also dyed red with half of his body, and he didn't know what a tragic battle he had experienced with the knight.

The same hair was messy and his body was wounded, but the knight's expression was not half depressed, looking at the sky from afar, his expression was calm and resolute, and it was incompatible with the desperate atmosphere around him.

His name is Zhao Yun, and Chang Shan is really a person.

Like many men in the northern Hebei region, Zhao Yun's long-cherished wish is to follow the benevolent government, solve the danger of the people hanging upside down, and follow Huo Hu's example of riding the wolf Juxu and the horse leather shroud.

So before he reached the crown, under the recommendation of Changshan's father and Changshan's grandson, he joined the Gongsun Zan army outside the Weizhen Fortress.

However, the enthusiasm was completely cold under the blow of reality, and Gongsun Chan was very different from the white horse general in Zhao Yun's imagination.

The Battle of the Boundary Bridge, the Battle of Ryuminato...

Defeat and retreat again and again made Gongsun Zhan lose all his sharpness, and the weaknesses of his personal character were exposed under adversity.

Showing no compassion for the people, looting and looting, not only the Hu people, but even the Han people were also oppressed.

The whole family of Youzhou Mu Liu Yu was executed, and Sun Jin, the prime minister of the mountain country, was also implicated and beheaded.

Seeing that Gongsun Zhan had deviated far from his expectations of following Renzheng and killed the governor of his hometown, Zhao Yun returned to Changshan under the pretext of his brother's funeral and never went out again.

A few years ago, I received a letter of help from my old boss Tian Kai and my fellow villager Xia Houlan in Qingzhou, and knew that Tian Kai had returned to Youzhou from Qingzhou, and Gongsun Zhan was besieged in Yijing.

After thinking about it again and again, Zhao Yun rode out of Changshan alone.

Zhao Yun is a stubborn person, and the righteousness in his heart makes him prefer to waste his life under the pretext of his brother's funeral than vote for someone else when Gongsun Chan is alive.

It was also this righteous anger that made him come to Yijing alone with one gun and one shot.

He took the wheat cake handed by Xia Houlan, but instead of eating, he turned his head to look at the two improvised carriages in the team.

The first carriage was lying on his old boss Tian Kai, when he broke out of the city, Tian Kai was cut off an arm, and the wound was simply bandaged, but everyone knew that the situation was not good.

And the second is the child of the deceased General Gongsun.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yun's expression was slightly moved.

That day, he took advantage of the chaos of Yuan Shaojun's entry into the city to burn and loot, and rushed all the way to Gongsun Zhan's mansion.

Killed the murderous Yuan Shao soldiers in time and saved the two sisters and brothers.

Although nothing unspeakable happened, my sister Gongsun Yan was still seriously injured.

When he broke through on the horse, he suffered a lot of bumps, vomited several times in a coma, and vomited some blood clots.

At present, there is a lack of medical treatment and medicine, and there is no effective treatment and quiet recuperation, so you can only look at the physical fitness and desire to survive of the grandson.

But he believes that this strong woman will survive.

Thinking back to Gongsun Yan, who was like a wolf and holding the neck of Sergeant Yuan who wanted to commit murder, he still felt amazed.

Thinking about it, he suddenly felt a slight chill on his cheeks, and when he raised his hand to touch it, it turned out that some snow particles had fallen from the sky.

It's about to snow.

Zhao Yun frowned, glanced at the ragged team behind him, and ordered to speed up the march, and find a place to camp and rest before dark.

In fact, his judgment was quite accurate.

Before it was getting dark, the Sentinels found an abandoned village, and the team trudged hard, and as soon as they set up camp, large groups of snowflakes tumbled and fell from the sky.

I don't know how many times the village has been looted by the Hu people and the army, but the villagers have long been dead and scattered, and the village is deserted.

Most houses don't even have a full wall to be found.

Rotting corpses could be seen everywhere in the field and by the well platform, some of which were not even completely decomposed, and they fell stiffly to the ground, with faces of black rotten flesh staring at the sky silently.

The knights settled their horses and searched the village again, but found nothing but a few wild dogs that ate the carcasses.

The whirlwind howled, the dark sky overhead, breathless, and the atmosphere of despair lingered in the camp.

No matter how much the grain and grass carried by Yi Jing when he broke through the siege, the savings have been broken.

Looking at the big Hans, they are also elite troops with top combat experience.

However, even they had never had a military operation when the snow and ice in the northern plains were not thawed.

The snow in the north eats people.

They are desperately searching for anything useful in the deserted village.

Wood, straw, gravel...

Light a bonfire, set up triangular shelters around the crumbling earthen walls, stuff them with hay as much as possible, and seek a chance to survive the approaching snowy night.

At this time, the center of the deserted village is in a relatively intact courtyard.

A few mid-level officer-looking people were busy coming in and out.

This bluestone courtyard is made of solid materials, although the walls of the houses on both sides have collapsed, but the hall is well preserved, and it is clear that the owner of the family was quite wealthy.

They cleaned up a few dry bones in the hall, lit a bonfire, hung the felt on horseback and separated them from the inside and outside, and placed the two seriously wounded people.

"Little boy, are you hungry?" Zhao Yun handed out half of the wheat cake in his hand.

The young boy who sat on the haystack shook his head, "Brother eats it himself."

He is the youngest son of the deceased Gongsun Zhan - Gongsun Cheng.

Encountering a sudden change and going through exile, the four-year-old Gongsun Cheng looked sad, he refused to leave his injured and sleeping sister for a single step, and held Gongsun Yan's hand in his arms to warm her.

"When will Sister wake up?" Gongsun Cheng stretched out his little black hand and touched the face of the sleeping girl on the side.

Zhao Yun looked along his little hand, and the emaciated girl was lying on the thick haystack, her face bruised and swollen to look shocking.

"If the little boy eats this cake, your sister will wake up." Zhao Yun smiled gently, and handed over half of the wheat cake in his hand forward.

Gongsun Cheng looked at the cake, lowered his head and looked at his sister, finally took the cake, thanked him, and gnawed it little by little like a mouse.

Seeing that he was well-behaved, Zhao Yun couldn't help but touch his head gently, then untied the water bladder on his waist, and fed him some water that was choked by dry cakes.

After taking care of Gongsun Cheng, Zhao Yun was about to turn around and go out, when he heard Gongsun Cheng shout.

"Sister!"