At noon on this day, the wind suddenly rose, which made the people who had just taken off their winter clothes and had not had time to wash them have to put on their winter cotton clothes again. At night, the temperature in the wilderness plummeted, and the snow and fog of ice particles hit the metal armor, making the officers and soldiers who were marching in a hurry uncomfortable.

Lu Xiangsheng's Tianxiong army and several troops who rushed to Beijing to protect King Qin, no longer able to struggle in the hellish world, they shouted for the generals who led the army to camp quickly, and the generals did not want to march in such a ghostly weather, so they reported to Lu Xiangsheng's Chinese army one by one, asking to camp on the spot so that the soldiers could recuperate.

Riding on a horse, Lu Xiangsheng, who also marched hard against the wind and snow with the soldiers, was surprisingly good at talking this time, he just bowed his head silently, and signaled the Chinese army to order the whole army to rest in place. His own old camp was set up in a dilapidated ancient temple nearby, and he and Yang Tinglin, who had joined the army, curled up and crowded on an earthen kang in the abbot's room.

Listening to the Jiao drum from afar, the two people couldn't sleep for a long time, "The Jiao drum three bursts of dong dong, the wind suddenly rose, the auspicious clouds surged, the three Buddha Mountain, the road is all leading to the sky, I am ten thousand years, the ancient ode to the legend, the sacrament is finished, the three Bodhisattvas are invited to drive the emperor's holy spirit, the song and dance of the palace, Murray three times to draw the sky, the lion roars, the spirit is clear...."

The earthen kang in the abbot's room is rarely cramped, and there is no space for Yang Tinglin to toss and turn, but his heart like fire is still as cold as the hail snow in the wilderness; he originally came to the army with full enthusiasm, he thought that his arrival would help Lu Xiangsheng, but after a few days, he was at a loss in the face of the cruel status quo.

"The three bursts of the Jiao drum sounded, the wind suddenly rose, the auspicious clouds surged, the three Buddha Mountains of Dingding, the road all lead to the sky, the grace of my ten thousand years, the ancient ode to the ancient times, the sacrament is finished, the three Bodhisattvas are invited to drive the emperor's holy spirit, the song and dance of the palace, Murray three times across the sky, the roar of the lion, the spirit is clear..."Listening to the faint sound of the Jiao drum, Yang Tinglin gradually closed his eyes.

In the face of such a bad weather that does not give himself face, Li Chixin sent Liu Erhu to find an abandoned farmhouse nearby, and once again asked Uncle Wang to write eight big characters "This is a forbidden area, don't disturb the living!"

Old Uncle Wang and Liu Erhu held a few pieces of gold-sprinkled red rice paper with undried ink, and they were about to go out with their legs, "Wait" Li Chixin leaned on the belly of the black horse, thinking about the troubles of the Ming court, and listened to the black horse's heartless snoring like a golden retriever, and suddenly took a sip of the half bottle of expired yogurt that his son stuffed into his military bag.

Probably thinking of something annoying, he put his feet into the mouth of the black horse sleeping in a bow shape to warm his feet, lazily stretched out his hand and pointed to the things on the ground, "Take this with you, read the instructions, Erhu said you, you know how to call!"

The two of them nodded like chickens pecking rice, Li Chixin looked boredly at the picture saved in the mobile phone, the picture of his son's parting, slightly wrinkled his nose and motioned Liu Tichun to quickly change into running shoes, and motioned to the two people, "Hurry up and go home after running at night, Liu Erhu don't cause trouble everywhere for me, you can't exercise like last time, delay the harmless passage of others, do you understand?"

Liu Erhu, who was slumped and sloppy, and Uncle Wang, who had a sundere face, braved the cold wind to get out of the inflatable military tent dedicated to the US Marine Corps; Liu Tichun felt aggrieved in his heart, so he ignored the anger of the departments concerned and wantonly posted eight-character advertisements at the entrances of this abandoned and deserted village: "This is a forbidden area, do not disturb the living!"

Wang Changshun of the old wharf hummed a cheerful tune from more than 200 years later, and quickly climbed the high wall, swiping love tips at the entrance of several villages.

"Beat the drums and beat the gongs slowly, stop the drums and listen to the singing, and all kinds of gossip also sing, listen to me sing my songs. As soon as I touched it, I reached out and touched ...... hot quilt; Second, I reached out to touch my sister's hair, and the dark clouds flew for a long time...... Eighteen touch, reach out and touch ......"

Following the sound of his distinctive song, Wang Changshun saw that one hundred and fifty zhang away, there were several Tartar soldiers dodging and dodging, which made the old pier's heart even more happy, and he sighed in his heart, "When will the people of my Heavenly Dynasty be able to let the Tartars of the East Capture avoid themselves like a plague...... The young master is simply not a human being, it is a miracle!"

The small village is not large, and it has been plagued by war and looting, so there are no more people in it. After less than a meal, Liu Erhu and the two of them met in front of the small land temple in the east of the village, looking at a huge advertisement in his hand that was not posted anywhere, and then looking at the old Uncle Wang who had already posted all the advertisements and holding PKM in his hand, a nameless fire suddenly rose in Erhu's young heart.

Listening to the minor tune sung by the old Uncle Wang's repeater, Liu Erhu, the general of the Tiger Camp, couldn't bear it anymore, only to see him suddenly take a breath from the dantian, and jumped on the one-and-a-half-foot-high stone platform with his knees bent, regardless of the laughter of the old Uncle Wang, he raised his hands and shouted loudly to the figure in the distance, "Listen to the meat ticket on the other side, hurry up and get off the horse! Throw away the weapon in your hand and kneel down and beg for mercy, otherwise the king of my family will poke the artifact into a leaky sieve!"

......

Nurhachi's seventh son, Abatai and Zilharang, were helplessly implicated by Kurug, although the lone army went deep into the hinterland of the Southern Dynasty, and did not make the three of them worry much, but when the other brothers were wantonly plundering the young or beautiful "two-legged sheep" of the Jingshi, their brothers had to brave the wind and snow to stay away from the fat sheepfold of the capital of the Southern Dynasty and go to the relatively barren Gyeonggi to forage for food, which made the three of them feel unhappy.

"Zilharang", Abatai stretched out his stinky big feet into the arms of two women of the Southern Dynasty with a sad face, and said to his cousin, "I heard that the grain and grass of the army were burned by Lu Xiangsheng, and the hard-earned gold and silk property was also burned?"

Zilharang replied respectfully, "Yes," and then looked at Kurug, who looked uncertain, "Maybe we are really a blessing in disguise......

"Report!" one of Abatai's Bayala guards entered the room and reported to the three of them. At this time, the Qing Dynasty was like a child who had just learned about it, all the etiquette systems were on the same level as the army, there were no hierarchical systems and regulations, everything was able to achieve the goal as quickly and conveniently as possible, and the guards did not report it layer by layer because of the military emergency, but went straight into the hall where the three of them talked to report the news they had just gotten.

(End of chapter)