"Wealth and glory, like chestnuts in the fire, high and prominent, we need to fight with our lives!" Under the snow-capped mountains of the Netherworld Valley, Zhou Fugui said loudly to nearly two hundred Yan soldiers: "We are lowly people, unlike those who are born with golden keys, who are born with glory and wealth, and have a prominent status. I want to live, I want to live like a person, I want to be glorious and rich, I want to be prominent, I want to be a marquis, I want to be a wife and a child, but I can fight with my life, and what I can rely on is this life, as well as the swords and guns in my hands."

"If you don't fight, how can you get rich and glorious?" Zhou Fugui then asked loudly.

"Fate!" Everyone finally understood Zhou Fugui's meaning, so they responded in unison.

"Warriors, pick up your swords, step on your horses, fight your bloody path, and fight a brilliant future!" Zhou Fugui shook his fist and roared loudly.

"No!" Again, the crowd answered with a loud voice.

"Warriors, take up your swords and step on your horses, and whoever dares to stand in the way, but speaks to him with swords and spears in his hand!" Zhou Fugui roared loudly again.

"No!" Again, the crowd answered with a loud voice.

"The three armies can win the commandery, but the horseman cannot win the ambition!" Zhou Fugui shouted loudly.

"Yes!" The crowd replied with a loud voice.

All the Yan soldiers, whether they are Han or Hu, at this moment, all feel their blood boiling, in this severe cold, they only feel hot and unbearable, and they can't wait to immediately step on the war horse, pick up the war knife, and vent their grievances for many years.

He is back again, the person who is unwilling to be at the mercy of fate is back, Li Qing, who has been silently listening to Zhou Fugui's story, secretly sighed in his heart that his situation is more difficult at this time, but his will is more determined than before.

"Brothers are of the same heart, and their profits are gold!" Zhou Fugui finally glanced at Xu Mancang and said slowly, "What Hu people, what Han people? are both descendants of Yan and Huang, how can they distinguish each other? In the future, in Zhou's army, there will be no distinction between Hu and Han, and if anyone dares to violate this order, he will be killed!"

"Fate!" Everyone responded loudly and convincingly, especially the Hu people.

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"Brothers, work hard, after this ghost mountain of his uncle, it is the place where we wait for the rest of the horse!"

On the snow-capped mountains, the cold wind is even colder, the weather is getting colder, and people can hardly stand on the snowy mountains. The further you go, the heavier the wind and snow, and the bitter cold wind mixed with snowflakes blowing on your face, making it extremely difficult to open your eyes. And that's not all, the snow is up to your knees, and walking in it makes it difficult to walk with your feet like lead. What's even more terrifying is the road on the snowy mountain, if it can be called a road, one of which is full of dangers, seemingly calm snow, maybe the bottom is empty, and if you step on it, you will fall into the ice cave or under the cliff.

Zhou Fugui carried Li Qing on his back, braving the strong wind that could almost blow people down the mountain, and while moving forward with difficulty, he encouraged the soldiers of the Yan army.

Li Qingwen is weak, and he is sick, unable to walk, unable to ride a horse, and the horse is on the snowy mountain, and it is impossible to carry people, so Zhou Fugui can only grit his teeth and carry Li Qing on his back and climb over this snow-capped mountain.

It is difficult to walk on the snowy mountains, and it is of course more difficult to carry another person on your back. But Zhou Fugui still gritted his teeth and insisted, never giving up a brother.

"Hey, Sour Xiucai, do you see the mountain pass ahead? It's a place to take shelter from the snow." Li Qing on his back didn't move for a while, and Zhou Fugui was afraid that he would fall asleep, so he talked to him every once in a while.

"Fugui, it's a mountain pass, there seems to be someone?" Li Qing's eyebrows and beard were covered with snowflakes and ice slag, like an old man with a white beard, and he looked up at the mountain pass in front of him and said.

"How many people are there..."Zhou Fugui looked at it when he heard this, and there were indeed a few figures in the mountain pass, it seemed that someone was sitting in the mountain pass to rest, so he muttered to himself in surprise, "Who are they?"

Zhou Fugui and other nearly 200 Yan troops marched forward, but they had not yet reached the mountain pass.

"Yelihu, bring someone over to see it." Zhou Fugui then instructed Yeli Hudao.

After answering loudly, Jerihu ran over with the two scouts.

"Who are they?" Zhou Fugui arrived with Li Qing on his back

Yamaguchi, let go of Li Qing, and asked after taking a few heavy breaths.

The soldiers of the Yan army also rushed to the mountain pass one after another, all surrounding these people.

"Dead, all dead, all frozen to death." Jerihu muttered.

These figures in the mountain pass are indeed people, but they are all dead, and I don't know how many days they have been dead, the corpses have formed icicles, and among the crystal clear icicles, there are vague faces, with plain expressions, lifelike, as if they are not dead, so that the soldiers of the Yan army are terrified.

"Hey, there's only one last leg left, so why don't you stick to the end?" Zhou Fugui sighed. c

These people who have been frozen for many years can't tell where they are from, nor what dynasty they are, but it is not difficult to guess that they are also people who strayed into the Netherworld Valley and froze to death here, I don't know how many years they have been dead.

In fact, Zhou Fugui didn't know if the Snow Mountain Road was the last part of his journey, but at present, he could only comfort or inspire the soldiers of the Yan army.

"Don't stay here for long, let's go, go down the mountain." Zhou Fugui stared at these icemen for a while, then waved his hand and ordered.

Some Yan soldiers sat in this mountain pass where they could temporarily hide from the wind and snow, and they didn't want to leave, Zhou Fugui knew in his heart that even if he was tired and fell to death, he couldn't stay here for a long time, otherwise he would be the same as the people in the icicles.

So nearly 200 soldiers of the Yan army walked towards the snow-capped mountain, and it was easy to go up the mountain, but difficult to go down, and the road down the mountain was even more difficult.

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"Abi Yas, come here!"

On the grassland, a young herdsman named Agudammu beckons to his sister.

Agudamu was in his early twenties and had a sturdy body, a shabby leather jacket that was open to reveal the muscles of his chest.

Agudammu and his sister are shepherding sheep on the grassland.

In winter, it is icy and snowy, but no matter how big the wind and snow are, there are places that cannot be covered, there are always wild grasses growing stubbornly, and the wild grasses form pastures, and the herdsmen on the grassland live by water and grass.

"Brother, what's the matter?" A beautiful fifteen-year-old woman asked as she ran to Agudamu's side.

The bright yellow shabby coat that Miss Abi wore on her upper body had many beautiful flowers embroidered on the cuffs. She wore a shabby long skirt with many patterns, and a shabby plush hat embroidered with many petals on her head, the dress was shabby but could not hide the beauty of the girl, just like the grass of this season, it had not completely spit green, and the color looked pale yellow and yellowish, but it revealed the fresh green

"Abi Yas, slow down, do your feet hurt?" Agudamu helped Abi Yass to sit down, picked up her feet, and asked distressedly.

The weather was bitterly cold, but the worn cowhide boots on Abiah's feet cracked a big gap.

"It doesn't hurt, brother, it's just a little cold." Abi replied.

Hearing this, Agudammu took off Aboyath's worn cowhide boots, put her feet in his arms, and asked with a smile, "Is it still cold?"

"Giggles, it's not cold, but it's a little itchy..." Abi Ya chuckled, "Brother is so good to Abi Yas, thank you, Brother."

"Thank me for what?" Hearing this, Agudamu smiled and said, "Eji is gone, Aba is going to the south, and when I leave, let me take care of you, but... Lord Ao Deng, he... Ahh

Agudamu's family were slaves on the grassland, and after his mother died last year and his father was conscripted to fight in the south, the siblings lived together on the grassland. But the misfortune is not a single line, the blessing is not double, the tribal leader Ao Deng covets the beauty of Abiyas, and he is salivating. Previously, when the father of the brother and sister was there, Ao Deng wanted to take Abiyath as his own, and at this time, the father of the brother and sister went to the south to fight, and most of them could not come back, so Arden was even more unscrupulous, so on the grounds of repaying the debt, let Abiyath enter the account and serve.

Although Agudamu feels sorry for his little sister, what can he do about the head man who is like the sky? I can only hold my head and cry.

Tonight, Ao Deng asked Agudamu to send Abi Ya into his tent, and the result was, of course, Ao Deng

will ravage Abie Yalts.

"Brother, I'm scared!" Agudam's mention of Aodeng suddenly made Abya think of Aodeng's ferocity and evil, and couldn't help but shudder, shrunk into Agudam's arms and said in horror.

"Abiah, don't be afraid!" Agudamu gave a fierce look and said, "Brother won't let you go to the beast's tent."

"Brother, don't..." Although Abi Ya was only fifteen years old, he was very sensible, and when he heard this, he was so frightened that he stroked Agudamu's face and said, "I don't want you to fight hard, if you die, I will die." Abias went to serve him, and we lived to wait for Abba's return, and everything would be fine."

Hearing this, Agudamu was speechless, unable to say a word, so he could only hug Abi Yas and cry bitterly.

If Agudamu fights with Aoden, he will most likely lose his life, and after he dies, the lonely Abi Yass will not live long.

There are many kinds of happiness in the world, but there is almost only one kind of suffering, that is, being bullied by others, but it is called the heavens and the earth.

"Brother, tell me a story." The brother and sister hugged their heads and cried, and after a long time, Abi Yasz wiped her tears and said to Agudam.

Hearing this, Agudammu nodded, looked at Arikuma Taniguchi and said, "Abiyas, do you see that Taniguchi? He is the Bear Valley, and according to legend, there is a hero living in the Bear Valley, and he is a god, and when the world is in trouble, he will come out of the valley and save all the people of the world."

"Bear Valley? Heroes of the world?" Hearing this, Abi Yass turned her head and looked leisurely at the misty Ummagaya valley mouth.

At this moment, there was a loud "boom" from Kumagaya Taniguchi. It's like thunder.

Heroes of the world are born!