The western coast of Chu was a defeated country hundreds of years ago, so the allocable territorial resources were very limited.

The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and even so, the state of Chu can still be ranked among the four great powers.

Chu Guoqiang is strong in the family, hundreds of years ago, no one dared to ignore the existence of that powerful country, and the hundred-legged insect died without stiffness, so that even after a long historical reshuffle, it still retains its own position in the eleven countries of the world.

The neighbors of Qi and Chu can be said to be suffering, and the two countries have been fighting frequently over territorial issues for a hundred years, and they have already torn their faces to the point where they cannot be discussed, and what they are waiting for is just a national war.

The impact of a major war is too heavy, so both countries are hurrying to prepare. As for when this big battle will come, no one knows, maybe after entering the building test, maybe it will have to wait a little longer.

Therefore, the border between the two countries is particularly tense, and the interrogation is more tight, so as to prevent more spies from sneaking back from the territory.

Now that winter has already begun, the border of Qi has ushered in the first snow of the year, and the heavy snow is as disturbing as goose feathers, and there is a white expanse between heaven and earth as far as the eye can see.

The soldiers in charge of the garrison were wearing heavy armor but could not ward off the cold, and the outer layer of the iron helmet was covered with a thick layer of ice and snow, which had long been frozen.

A soldier squatted on the ground, rubbed his hands, put it in front of him and took a breath of hot air, which quickly turned into a white mist as soon as it came out of his mouth.

When the cold wind hit, the soldier subconsciously tightened his shoulders, and couldn't help but complain that this year's winter is really cold enough.

His eyelids have been jumping since the morning today, and he narrowed his eyes slightly to dispel this kind of ominous omen that folk rumors have said. But I saw two horses walking slowly in the distance.

The soldier stood up, the freshly falling snowflakes being shaken off his body, staring carefully into the distance.

The two horses waded through the snow, leaving a long footprint in the snow behind them. In this quiet border location, the sound of snow treading can be heard clearly.

The soldier clenched the spear beside him, touched the barrel of the gun and couldn't help but shudder for a moment, then shook off the snow on it, and reluctantly came to the two horses and four people who came and drank: "What are you doing?"

Xu Chang'an and the four of them had already put on thick cotton clothes, and the clothes on their bodies and the war horses under their crotches were also dyed white.

The hair stubble on the head of the monk behind Yang Hejiu was already very hard, and it was no longer possible to tell whether this was a monk or not.

The horse under the crotch may have taken on the weight that should not be borne by the way from Jincheng, and kept shaking his head and spitting hot air, looking very dissatisfied.

Xu Changan sat behind Lin You, just recovered from the state of splitting the mountain, reached out to pluck the small Xiaoice pillar under his nose, and stroked off a few hairs that had been frozen with his young face, perhaps because of the cold and too lazy to speak, hurriedly put down the black sword and crossed his hands in the two cuffs.

"Go to Wangshu Tower and take the entrance test. Lin Ying stopped his horse and said with the spear in his hand.

"From which country?"

"Dachang Dynasty. ”

The soldier's eyebrows softened a little when he heard this place, and he asked with a smile, "Is there a local paperwork?"

"Nope. ”

"Do you have identification?" the soldier asked, looking embarrassed.

"Nope. ”

"Is there anything else that proves that you are from Beichang?" the soldier asked again, with great difficulty.

"Nope. ”

The soldier's brows furrowed slightly, his face was gloomy, the frost condensed on his eyebrows fell on top of the armor, and he said in a cold voice: "There are no documents, no tokens, no identification. Moreover, the convoy of the Dachang Dynasty participating in the entrance test has already passed by the border, how can you prove that you are not an undercover agent of the Chu army?"

Lin Ying clenched the spear in his hand, frowned slightly, and said confidently: "I can't prove it." ”

Xu Changan just wanted to stretch his waist, and when he heard this, he yawned and stayed in mid-air, scratched his head and gritted his teeth, along the way, he always felt that something seemed to be wrong with this Lin Ying, but he naturally didn't dare to say it.

"Can't prove it?" the surrounding soldiers had already gathered from nearby when they heard this.

Yang Hejiu's face was expressionless, and the monk behind him was even more frightened, and hurriedly closed his eyes.

"Wait, wait, we have a letter!" Xu Changan suddenly thought of something and shouted loudly.

The three of them looked at Xu Changan suspiciously at the same time, seemingly curious about what letter he had in his hand.

Xu Changan looked at Yang Hejiu, remembered that Liu Chunsheng was a little embarrassed and smiled: "... That, that letter seems to be a gift, hey, hey, hey. ”

"Then go back with us to be interrogated, if you can prove your identity, you will naturally not be embarrassed. ”

Lin Ying pursed her lips and said impatiently: "I said it, even if you go back with you, you can't prove our identity, get out of the way!"

......

Xu Changan felt that this girl was definitely an undercover agent sent from the opposite side! Isn't this tantamount to admitting that you are a spy of the enemy country!

"Then don't blame us for being rude. The surrounding soldiers had gloomy faces and flashed their spears in their hands.

Lin Ying also clenched the silver spear, Xu Changan also hurriedly held the cold black sword with both hands, and the monk's hands were not idle, they were already tightly covering their eyes.

The soldiers swarmed up, and the one at the front had already come to Lin Ying's white horse.

Lin Ying naturally wouldn't be restrained, and stabbed forward with a spear in his hand, but the shot was empty.

Because just before she fired her gun, a feathered arrow flew from the northeast, shattering the snowflakes falling from the sky and hitting the soldier's iron helmet accurately.

Pierce through!

The blood-stained feathered arrow rested on the next iron helmet, and the tail of the arrow vibrated violently, and the iron helmet buzzed.

The thick layer of ice and snow covering the soldier's iron helmet exploded and flew in all directions.

Three pillars of blood slowly flowed out of the two heads, sliding through the frozen armor and landing on the white snow, quickly penetrating the snow but becoming more and more visible.

The feathers of the arrows are stained with red and white objects, swaying up and down but never getting rid of them.

At this moment, Xu Changan felt that the snow was bigger and the wind was colder.

The young man's eyes were glazed, his hands holding the black sword were trembling slightly, and an unstable black sword fell on the horse's back, but it did not fall to the ground because of the straddle of his legs.

He has killed fish, he has seen pigs, but he has never seen murder.

He would have died once, but not that time.

And the feeling in the body at that time was different from what the eyes saw directly now, and the picture in front of me in this snow was even more bloody.

The time he went out of the city, he lay on Yang Hejiu's back and saw hundreds of cavalry rushing over, and he also saw Yang Hejiu shoot to repel those soldiers, the picture was even more dangerous than the current one, but there was no blood that time after all.

He couldn't be as accustomed to battlefield fighting as Lin Ying, and he regretted not covering his eyes in advance like that monk.

With both hands fumbling, he picked up the black sword from his horse, hugged it tightly and began to retch.

Lin Ying frowned slightly, although he despised this kid, he also reminded him not to be thrown off.

Two figures fell in the snow at the same time, and the expressions on their faces didn't have time to make the slightest change, and the colleagues behind them quickly reacted to the scene between the scenes, and the horn of the enemy attack sounded in this world.

In the distance, the iron cavalry began to sprint and surround, and the war horses at the border neighed, shouting to kill the sky.

Whether it is friend or foe, as long as you do it, you will be dealt with as the enemy, and naturally you will not show mercy.

The snow, which was falling slowly and leisurely in the air, began to panic, and was once changed to fall trajectory, but finally fell to the ground, and then was crushed by those iron hooves and trampled in the dirt.

Two white horses came quickly, and the thick snow on their backs was shaken off, revealing their true colors. The red dates were immediately a man and a woman, two teenagers.

The man was dressed in black, with a light blue neckline and a grim face. Holding a hardwood bow in his hand, he kept repeating the action of taking arrows and arrows, and with each repetition of the action, a feathered arrow passed through the goose feather snow, a war horse fell to the ground with unwillingness, and a spear-wielding warrior was thrown off the horse.

The whole snow was quickly dyed red, and Lou Zili's bow and arrows were quickly finished, and the man took a long frozen knife from his horse and began to swing it left and right, always protecting the woman.

The woman was wearing a green robe, her face was fair, her slightly closed eyes maintained the most perfect arc like a new spring tea, the bridge of her nose was high, her red lips were dripping, her bare fingers were as delicate as green onions, and a sword was placed horizontally on the back of the horse in front of her that had not been unsheathed, and had long been frozen by the wind and snow. Regardless of the scene scene, he didn't even want to lift his hand.

If Xu Changan can look back, he may be able to understand what the national color is.

Wu Qitu once said at the flower party in Jincheng that the color of a woman covers a country, and the color of a woman is more than just a country.

But Xu Changan didn't look back, he obviously didn't adapt to it so quickly.

But just because he didn't have it didn't mean that others didn't, the monk's index finger showed two gaps and looked back, his smile gradually becoming obscene, and he didn't forget what a dangerous place he was in.

Lin Ying and Yang Hejiu drove forward.

A spear struck, Yang Hejiu grabbed the barrel of the gun, and swept downward with the wind and snow, as his sleeves waved, the snow around him seemed to stop, but the cold wind was a little stronger.

One iron hoof snapped, followed by a second, and several of the horse's iron hooves remained on the ground at the same time.

The section is smooth as a mirror, and the mirror surface is red, and then gurgling.

Then came the picture of the war horse crashing to the ground, and finally with the neighing of grief, the screams of the warrior falling to the ground, the two horses and the four men had already sprinted forward several feet away.

Lin Ying opened the way at the front.

The spear quickly slashed, and a snowflake was split in two, then into four. The silver spear easily cut through the armor of the war horse, cut off the surface of the bones, tore the internal flesh and blood, and finally stayed in the air like a blood flag dancing and shouting.

The silver spear stabbed out quickly, and the snowflakes were constantly crushed and broken, pushing into the blood holes, quickly dyed red by the flowing blood, becoming warm, and then converging to the ground, leaving only the corpse unwilling.

Blood red roses bloomed and spread on the ground, and this holy snow became a cemetery for those war horses and warriors.