It's winter again!

The snow flies, the snowflakes are like goose feathers, falling in a hurry, and the heels are submerged in a moment and a half, and the snow is decorated, and the world is all plain white.

It's cold, and if you have to do it, I'm afraid no one wants to go out.

The defenders of Gu Xiangyang were naturally unwilling, and they also had to suffer.

Flying frost and snow falling, not only the days of the Southern Dynasty are not very easy, but the days of Mengyuan are also not good, after all, the so-called thousands of mountains and twilight snow, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, has always been only the patent of the scholar class, ordinary people, and only in the dream of Nanke have seen such a beautiful scenery.

"The thieves and birds, I don't know where the resilience of the Mengyuan barbarians came from, every year in winter, every year in the grass valley, the dead people may not have brought back more grass valleys, how to count this business is a loss. ”

A half-white-haired veteran shook the snowflakes on his shoulders, grabbed a handful of white snow, and rubbed it vigorously until his blue and stiff palms showed a faint blood color, and hurriedly stretched his palms under his crotch to warm them.

"Old hour, you can take it easy, but don't spoil your birds. The companion beside him, who was also covered with weather, saw that the old man was making a mistake, and he bumped him on the shoulder, and began to tell this half-vegetarian joke.

"Your bird is broken. ”

It was about the dignity of men, Lao Zhongtou refuted almost instinctively, and suddenly remembered something, pretending to be mysterious: "Old Cui, I heard the brothers in the camp say that when you were in Muxiu last time, you married the Shangluo clan in the south of the city, and it is said that you also succeeded half of the eldest son of the family, but is there such a thing?"

"You, where did you hear that?"

As soon as Lao Zhongtou finished speaking, Lao Cui's old face suddenly turned blood-red, and he spoke in a whisper, half-concealed and half-hidden, and he was not able to hear what he said.

Old Zhong Tou suddenly knew that the rumors were true, and the strange smile on his face became more and more exaggerated, but he was still happy for the old brother in his heart.

The national strength of the Southern Dynasty declined, the court was treacherous, regardless of the people's livelihood and life, just indulged in the flashy dream of prosperity and peace, coupled with the pressure of Meng Yuan, there were loots from time to time, and the people on the border could live miserably.

The so-called grass valley is the guide to the people.

was regarded by Meng Yuan as a grass valley, when did the life of the border people get better?

Every year, Mengyuan slaughtered the city and destroyed the village, I don't know how many families were destroyed, and where they passed, civilization was shattered.

Lao Zhong Tou and Lao Cui are both from the box soldiers, what this box soldier said is a soldier, but if it is not good, it is just a fart, nothing, let it go, people still stink.

They are nominally eating official meals, but in fact, they are still a group of nomads.

Exiles who are born without a photo, and whose families have no permanent property.

Lao Cui was born as a tenant farmer for generations, had no food and land, could not stand hunger, and was forced to leave his hometown to beg and become a homeless person;

In the Southern Dynasties, there were 5 million soldiers, several times more than the regular forbidden army, but where could they manage these 5 million people who were waiting to be fed?

Although the box soldiers were collected by the officials, they still needed to support themselves, half of them just entered the box barracks with their front feet, and the back feet landed as cowards, and they started the business of occupying the mountain as the king, Lao Zhong and Lao Cui did not want to do such a bad conscience thing, so they stayed in the box barracks, and lived a full meal and three hungry days.

Fortunately, their hard days have come to an end.

Two years ago, the two were fortunate to be sent to Gu Xiangyang by the Southern Dynasty, Gu Xiangyang rushed forward to the line, facing the Mengyuan army, and tens of thousands of people died every year, but there was a benefit that other places could not match, that is, the person who guarded Gu Xiangyang was a famous martial arts master - Beixia.

Beixia loves the people like a son, guards ancient Xiangyang for ten years, and is even more kind to the soldiers, never deducting money.

Lao Cui lived a frugal life, and in the past two years, he has also saved seven or eight strings of copper coins, and the last time he was resting, he quietly married the Shang Luo family back home.

The old man of the Shang Luo clan also knew that she was a widow in the south of the city, with strong bones, walking like the wind, being able to pick and resist, and being a housekeeper.

The old man has also been greedy for a long time.

However, it makes no difference to him whether he is cheap or cheap Lao Cui, and with his friendship with Lao Cui, he can't be jealous of this.

It's just weird, he didn't start as fast as Lao Cui.

If someone takes the identity of Shang Luo's widow and finds faults, the old man will definitely smack him with a mouthful of old phlegm.

What happened to the widow?

A bachelor like them, if he hadn't met Beixia, I'm afraid that he wouldn't even be able to marry a widow?

The two of them quarreled and quarreled, but they did not forget to get down to business, their eyes were treacherous, and they did not leave the front, at this moment, there seemed to be a black shadow in front of them shaking slightly, and with the cold wind, it was also like a wolf roaring.

The two stopped talking at the same time, and their expressions became a little more solemn.

"It's Meng Yuan barbarian. ”

After a while, the white shadow gradually approached, passed through the snowflakes, and fell into the eyes of the two of them, and the two of them looked at it, but it was a group of Mengyuan rangers with roaring horses, bound in leather armor, wrapped in cloaks, with a red nose, a round face, and between the anticipation, full of spirit, and the momentum was much better than the two of them.

"Let's go!"

Lao Zhong and Lao Cui glanced at each other, lying on the snow, moving backwards little by little.

Although they called Meng Yuan's soldiers barbarians and despised Meng Yuan's barbaric acts of burning, killing and looting, the two also knew that they were by no means the opponents of Meng Yuan's rangers in a head-on confrontation.

Mengyuan is a nomadic people, everyone is good at riding and shooting, and it can be said that all the people are soldiers, but as long as Mengyuan people are adults, they are excellent soldiers.

If it is compared to the foundation, they are really much worse than the old hour.

What's more, the two of them are not confused when they are close to age, and their qi and blood have declined, but they are not comparable to those Mengyuan soldiers who are screaming and clamouring and regard the southerners as two-legged sheep, but they are strong.

The box soldiers are not good at frontal combat, and the positioning of the two of them is only to patrol and defend the border, and they can't make a hard encounter with Meng Yuan.

Besides, if you miss the military affairs because of this, it will be even worse.

However, although Lao Zhongtou and the two had the intention to retreat, Meng Yuan might not be willing to let them go.

Almost as they moved, there was a sudden sound of an eagle in the sky, and then a white-feathered eagle roared towards the ground.

"Oops, there's a Patroller. ”

Meng Yuan is good at riding and shooting, but also good at boiling eagles, there are often people in the army who tame falcons, thinking that they are patrolling, these people, usually called falconers, can make the Southern Dynasty suffer a lot.

It's not that they don't know this, but this falcon is born with white feathers and white feathers, covering up the flying snow and hiding from their eyesight.

The white-feathered falcon found the old hour and them, the falconer and the falcon have the same mind, just look at the falcon's movements, you can find the clues, a roar, but to this side to kill, people have not yet arrived, a wave of arrow rain fell first, nailed to the two of them, shocked the old hour they were in a cold sweat.

Meng Yuan is good at shooting, it's not just talking!

"Run. ”

The two of them turned over and ran, and while running, they discarded the cumbersome clothes, water bottles, dry food and other materials on their bodies, in order to travel lightly.

Although the heartache is lost, it is better than losing one's life.

After more than ten steps in a hurry, the two turned over and rolled down a ravine, dodging a wave of arrows again, and couldn't help but look at each other and smile bitterly.

Although it was only a dozen steps, the two of them ran thrillingly, as if they had come to a day trip to the underworld, thanks to their good luck, they were not affected by the rain of arrows, but this kind of good luck is not common.

The next moment, the two military horses roared and broke through the snowflakes, as if they had pierced through the snow, galloped and fled, and fled with the old bell and the two of them.

Of course, two legs can't run on four legs, as a forward sentinel, the two of them have also practiced rough qigong in the army, but compared to the martial arts powerhouses who take off and fly, they are still ordinary people, and they don't dare to joke with their own lives, so they hid the military horses in this ravine before.

However, even with the strength of the military horses, they did not have time to breathe, and while galloping, they observed the surroundings, and when they saw the rain of arrows coming, they lowered their bodies, and saw that the distance between the two sides was shortened, and hurriedly whipped their horses again.

Helplessly, although the military horse that Lao Zhongtou rode was excellent and his endurance was still good, his explosive power was far inferior to the Dawan BMW ridden by Meng Yuan.

At this time, Meng Yuan's tanma had abandoned the bow and crossbow, and urged the horse to step forward, pressing step by step, shouting constantly in his mouth, so he made a strange roar, as if a cat was playing with a mouse.

The cold wind howled from behind them, and with it, they laughed uncontrollably.

"Old brother, you go first, remember, turn around and tell someone, my old Cui is not a bad seed. At this moment, he heard Lao Cui yelling, suddenly turned his horse back, drew his waist knife, and greeted him.

"What are you crazy about?"

Lao Zhong was horrified, and he wanted to turn back the horse's head, but he happened to see Lao Cui with an arrow shaft inserted behind his back, trembling, two feet long, like a duckweed in the wind, swaying up and down with Lao Cui's body ups and downs.

The red blood, which had already stained Lao Cui's cotton armor, flowed down from the horse's back like a spring, and the old man blinked his eyes, and the blood paved a bloody path in the snow.

"The arrow is three feet six inches long, inlaid with a bronze head of wolf's teeth, the copper head is two inches and three minutes long, and it is cast with barbs......"

In the midst of the lightning and fire, Lao Zhong recalled the introduction of the arrows used by Meng Yuan in the camp, and immediately knew that his old brother could not survive it, his heart was sad, his old eyes were sour, and he whipped it on the horse's back, did not dare to look at Lao Cui again, and galloped away.

Lao Zhongtou knew that Lao Cui fought with his life to block the enemy for him, so that he could pass on the military situation back.

The Meng Yuan soldiers have arrived, and it is again, and it is another year of southern invasion.

If the military situation was reported a moment in advance, Gu Xiangyang would have had more time to prepare, and the people in the ancient city would also be less harmed.

It's better than nothing......

For a while, the hatred of the country and the family came to his heart, but Lao Zhongtou felt the same way with Lao Cui, felt his heart, and two muddy old tears flowed down.

The wind and snow are still falling!