The Mengyuan people are a strong people who came out of the white water and black mountains.

To put it bluntly, it is a savage who survives in a harsh environment.

Relying on their strong physique and resilience to face the harsh environment since childhood, they are fighting the weather, hunger, and wild beasts.

When the warrior named Hu Hak stood up, unified the Mengyuan tribes, and became the emperor, the Mengyuan people began to fight against the Chu State.

Zhang Guang is still very young and has not experienced the difficult life before the founding of the country. But he was born further north, and he is very familiar with the weather and the deep mountains and old forests.

Not only Zhang Guang, but also the soldiers under his command.

When it was just snowing, Zhang Guang and his soldiers didn't care. Although Liaodong is warmer than Mengyuan, it is not much better, and it is normal for heavy snow in winter.

But when they wake up after a night's sleep, the mood is sour.

On the cliff mountain.

The spring in the cave is still bubbling out. It is not affected by this cold weather and comes out of the water all year round.

The granaries in the barracks were built tall and sturdy, and they could be eaten for thirty-five days if they were saved.

Guarding the mountain, there is water, food, and soldiers, and it stands to reason that it is not a problem at all.

But Zhang Guang's face was ugly, and he was a little depressed in the ugliness.

Inside the cottage, the rocks he stood on yesterday were already covered with snow. Even if the snow was cleared, he didn't dare to stand up.

It's going to be slippery.

Slip down and you may be seriously injured.

It's not the scariest thing.

The terrible thing is that the sky seems to be broken, and the goose feathers and snow are still falling, and the wind is very strong, and the eyes of the people who blow it hurt.

The endless mountains around it are covered with thick snow.

The snow in the cottage was constantly cleared by the soldiers, and it was impossible to see it. But when you walk out of the camp, you will know that the snow has reached the level of half of an adult's calf.

Zhang Guang and Meng Yuan's soldiers both knew what this meant.

It's not impossible for them to get out, but it's definitely going to be difficult. And will Wu Nian be watching from the side? Watch them clear the snow and get out there?

The most important thing is that reinforcements can't come in.

They were trapped and had no reinforcements.

I chose a mountain, thinking that there was water and food, and I could hold out until reinforcements came in.

I didn't expect to dig a big hole for myself.

"You can't go down any more, and if you go down again, it's all over." Zhang Guang stood under the gray sky, listening to the cold wind, looking up at the falling snow, and his whole body trembled.

Neither he nor his soldiers were convinced.

If Wu Nian dares to face them head-on, they must be the ones who win.

Wu Nian is a sinister villain who will only shrink in the city and then make some small moves.

Even if it's only three hundred.

If Wu Nian dared to fight him in a dignified manner, he would also rush to kill. Relying on the strength of 300 people, he fought to the death with Wu Nian.

He was convinced that he would be the one who would win.

But even if he is so confident, in the face of this God, he lacks the confidence to resist.

"Oh my God, don't snow anymore." Zhang Guang really couldn't control it, he knelt on the ground on his knees, opened his arms, raised his head to the sky, and made a pleading sound.

Helpless like a little pitiful.

Mengyuan people are also ancients in the end.

Superstitious very much.

Seeing Zhang Guang kneeling, all the soldiers also put down their weapons and knelt on the ground, praying to the sky that it would not snow anymore.

I can't stand it anymore.

Does the sky have a sense of self? No one dared to pat their chests and promise. But it did not respond to Zhang Guang.

"Whoa."

The north wind howls and blows the trees swaying. The snow on the trees, with it, falling.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

Even if Cang Tian is really self-conscious. Why does it want to bird an ant?

It snowed for three days and three nights.

Zhang Guang also despaired for two days and two nights.

This morning. A ray of sunshine rose in the east, and the snow finally stopped. Zhang Guang, who hadn't closed his eyes all night, sat in the tent, drinking stuffy wine.

In the center of the tent stood a brazier, which brought warmth to his body, but could not dispel the chill in his heart.

Zhang Guang's face was ugly, and his complexion was pale. It's like what the photo book says.

A great omen. Bloodlight Calamity.

Inside the cottage. The soldiers were powerless to clean up the gifts given by God last night, and carried snow out one by one.

A centurion hurriedly entered the tent and reported to Zhang Guangyu: "My lord. The spies are back. Now the snow is up to the knees. It's hard for us to go down the mountain. The original path in all directions was both covered with snow and artificially blocked. ”

"On the three main roads, Wu Nian built simple checkpoints with wood and stone, and was heavily guarded. We're trapped. ”

At the end, the centurion shuddered. It's a dead land.

They are not far from death.

"Hey. As expected. If I were Wu Nian, I would do the same. Zhang Guang smiled, grabbed the wine glass with his right hand, and wanted to drink, but he didn't know if it was fear, or he stayed up all night and had no strength, his hand shook, and the wine glass fell to the ground.

His face was covered with fear.

Not everyone is not afraid of death.

In the frontal battle, the Mengyuan people were not afraid of death. Even if they faced ten times the Han army, they knew that they had a chance to win.

In order to win, you have to not be afraid of death.

But now what is in front of Zhang Guang is a dead end.

There is no life. Of course he was scared too.

"Your Excellency. You come up with an idea, now what do we do. The centurion fell to his knees and looked up at Zhang Guang, his eyes full of hope.

"There's no way. Now the snow is so thick. If we brought supplies with us, horses and carts would get stuck in it, and clearing the snow was troublesome and difficult. If we don't bring supplies, we won't survive for a few days on such a cold day. ”

"Even if it's a desperate gamble, attack the temporary pass he has set up. We can't beat it either. ”

"We can't even take down Beishan Fort easily, let alone the pass he set up in a dangerous place?"

"Now we can only wait. He divided the grain that had been set for 35 days into 50 days. If necessary, kill the horses. Wait for General Kim to come and save us. ”

Zhang Guang sighed, staggered to his feet, came to the door, looked up at the sky, and said, "I hope God, it won't snow anymore." ”

If Jinhuan Mountain is now clearing snow and clearing obstacles, it will enter the mountain at the same time. Fifty days may reach Beishan Fort.

But if Jinhuan Mountain is advancing, it is snowing at the same time.

That's hard to say.

But Zhang Guang felt that God would not help him.

If God had helped him, it wouldn't have snowed for three days and three nights.

If you didn't help before, can you still count on God now?

Zhang Guang now regrets it.

I regret why they didn't bring more food, obviously there were auxiliaries and carts. There is no problem at all in bringing more food.

It's all arrogance.

They all thought that they could quickly settle the battle, but they didn't expect it to turn out like this.

It's good now.

On the edge of the cliff, shiver.