Time flies.

Both armies know that field battles on the snowy fields will determine which side the scales of the battlefield will turn towards.

Therefore, they are all fighting hard and have nothing to do until mid-September. During this period, there were some infiltration frictions of small forces, and each had its own victory and defeat.

The weather is getting colder, and perhaps only an emotional poet can describe the magnificent beauty of the snowfields, and make the inhabitants of the rich places of the south yearn for it.

In the eyes of the residents of the Northland, it is lifeless, the cold wind roars in all directions all the time, and when the snow rolls, there is a family that is ruined, like purgatory on earth.

Beihai City, located in the far north, has an even harsher environment.

The most representative point is that shemales eat each other.

Some untransformed miscellaneous demons could not survive in the Northern Underworld, so they had to flee to the land.

They did not dare to go south, so they lived in the area of Beihai City, feeding on people and livestock.

But the people, who lack food, are also eyeing the monsters.

Their flesh can be eaten, their skin can be kept out of the cold, and their hard organs can be made into weapons.

If you feed on demons, you can eat less livestock and take them to Chongcheng for some food.

Mortals hunt youkai in hordes, and the youkai hide in the snow to sneak up on lone mortals, risking their lives for the next meal.

Yuan Futong grew up in this environment.

The only help that the identity of the prince of Beihai brought him was to eat more than the others.

But not enough.

Since he followed his father to Chongcheng at the age of thirteen to celebrate Chonghou Hu's birthday, anger and unwillingness were born in his heart for the first time.

Chonghou Hu obeyed orders in the court song all the year round, and when he returned to Chongcheng, he often made a big show and held a banquet.

At that time, Yuan Futong was dazzled by the delicacies on the table, he had never eaten such beautiful and delicious food.

Like a wild beast, he threw away his chopsticks as he ate, and used both hands, whether it was hot or not, grabbed something and stuffed it into his mouth.

His eating appearance quickly attracted the disgust of the people around him, and even Chonghou Hu noticed it.

"Where did the wild dogs come from?!"

Chonghou Hu slapped the table, his expression was furious, and the appearance of such a person at the banquet was simply insulting to his identity.

Yuan Futong's father, Beihaihou, was busy toasting dignitaries and dignitaries at that time, hoping that others could buy Beihai livestock in large quantities, and he didn't notice his son's eating appearance for a while.

When he knew what was happening, his face turned white and he hurriedly said:

"Dogs are humble and don't know how to be polite! Ask Hou Ye to be magnanimous and spare him once! ”

At this time, Yuan Futong was suddenly choked, his face turned red, and he kept coughing.

Seeing this, everyone burst into laughter, and Chonghou Hu's expression softened a lot.

"It turned out to be your son, and sure enough, it was a hillbilly who gave birth to a hillbilly, hurry up and get out of here."

In this way, amid bursts of ridicule, Yuan Futong was forcibly taken away by his father with his arms around him.

He didn't know why others were laughing, he just stared at the dishes that were getting farther and farther away, and his stomach was on fire.

These are not enough.

…

"Master Hou."

In the Beihou Mansion built by several tiled houses, Han Qing, who was dressed in black, interrupted Yuan Futong's memories.

Yuan Futong came back to his senses, and suddenly smiled:

"How did you get out of here?"

Han Qing's face was grim, perhaps because of his personality, he had never laughed in front of anyone.

He clasped his hands together and pinched a magic trick, and a green bell flew out of his eyebrows, floating in the air, with an incomprehensible sermon engraved on the surface.

"The magic weapon given to me by my predecessors has been refined, and the formation inside is enough to entangle the four generals of the demon family."

His mind moved slightly, and the bell swayed.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Beihai City was shrouded in a grid-like golden formation.

With a slight wave of his hand, the formation disappeared and the bell returned to the center of the eyebrows.

"I just remembered that the little fairy hadn't appeared for a long time."

Yuan Futong was not too surprised by the splendor of the formation, mortal wars are fought by mortals after all.

Hearing this, Han Qing was silent for a moment and said:

"Master Hou, with all due respect, he should be using you, but I don't know his true purpose."

Yuan Futong waved his hand and said it didn't matter:

"Without those red-haired soldiers, I wouldn't be able to walk today, and I can't take care of the things in the sky."

He turned and walked into the room.

After a while, he walked out with an apple, pulled out a short knife and cut it in half, handed it to Han Qing, and said with a smile:

"Just one, let's divide it."

Han Qing took the apple silently.

Yuan Futong took a big bite, and said enviously while chewing:

"Ziyao can even eat fruit on the march and fight, Lao Tzu didn't eat it a few times when he rebelled, the south is really good......"

"The fairy fruit outside the square is more delicious."

Seeing that Yuan Futong had finished eating in three or two bites, Han Qing handed him back his apple.

"Don't try to bluff Lao Tzu away!"

Yuan Futong snatched back the apple angrily.

In the next second, he said suspiciously:

"Better than apples?"

"Knock knock—"

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the hospital.

"Master Hou, the army has been assembled outside the city."

"Good!"

Yuan Futong hurriedly stuffed the remaining half of the apple into his mouth and walked outside the courtyard.

Han Qing, who was standing in place and organizing his language, could only sigh slightly when he saw this.

…

Not long after, Yuan Futong came to the city wall.

Looking at the array gathered below, the army that was as black as a black cloud, he looked serious, turned his head and nodded at Han Qing in the shadows.

Seeing this, Han Qing took out a sound amplification talisman and squeezed it with his hand, and the incantation on the talisman paper slowly appeared on Yuan Futong's throat.

Yuan Futong took a deep breath, and his whole temperament became like a scorching flame, looking down on the army.

"Master Hou is mighty!"

"Master Hou is mighty!"

"Master Hou is mighty!"

There was no rehearsal, and the soldiers shouted in unison.

Yuan Futong raised his hand, waited until the Quartet was quiet, and said:

"Any idea where we're going?"

The voice was rapidly amplified and spread throughout the army.

The generals looked at each other, and one of the generals shouted:

"Go to the snowfield!"

Yuan Futong shook his head, and his voice suddenly became several times higher:

"That's not right!"

He clung to the wall tiles, and suddenly said angrily:

"We're going to the South! I'm going to go to the song! ”

After the failure of the encirclement, Yuan Futong's long-term depression broke out at this moment:

"The wind and snow can't stop us! Ziyao can't stop it! ”

His eyes were bloodshot:

"Why can they stay in a warm house and drink, while we! But at the risk of freezing to death! Traveling thousands of miles just to exchange for a little food?! ”

"Why can their children study and become officials! And our children! Will be dragged away by youkai in the snow?! ”

"Why do they treat us like wild dogs! You won't even give us leftovers?! ”

Yuan Futong slapped the city wall vigorously and shouted at everyone:

"We can eat the grain of the south!"

"We can sit on the throne of the son!"

"Our children will grow up under the southern sun!"

"Sons! For your family! Hold on to your weapon and don't let go even if you die! ”

Yuan Futong pulled out the big knife at his waist and shouted:

"This battle will be won!!"

The air is quiet for a few seconds.

And then the mood of the whole army was ignited!

Why did they rebel?

It's just for a bite!

When there is no rebellion, who doesn't eat the last meal and the next meal?

Who wears those clothes that are comfortable and warm?

It was the men on the city walls who gave them the opportunity to be fed and clothed!

So, they want to bring victory to men!

Everyone burst into tears, and the battle intent in their hearts burned to the extreme, and they raised their weapons one after another, and shouted hoarsely:

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"