The cold tone of his new boss, the man lying in the snow nest was stunned, and gently pulled down the hood on his head that was the same color as the snow, revealing a full head of short stubble white hair, and a smile appeared on his dark face: "Our big boss is better than you, sir." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Thinking of the always mocking Bamboo-crowned Taoist priest, the dark-skinned young man turned his gaze back to the frozen river of death, recalling the brief days when he had traveled to the north and fought against the barbarians on the steppe after joining the army in his hometown.

The barbarians on the grasslands north of their homeland are more or less the same, crossing the border, burning villages and towns, and then turning the unarmed people into slaves and sacrifices to the heavens. And in his little experience in battle, the blade was stained with the blood of these barbarians.

The blood trickled down the blade and covered the palms, and it was a little sticky and then a little itchy. It was an itch that went deep into the bone marrow, an itch that could not be stopped without picking up a knife and cutting off the heads of a few more steppe barbarians.

His brief memories were soon interrupted by his hooded superior: "There are not many Tartars, and I don't even need to make a move to annihilate them, but these Liao people ......"

Before he finished his words, Drow had already understood his new boss's concerns: as an elite spy unit of Daohai Zongyuan active in the left and left of Xijin Mansion, it was very simple to deal with these Tartars, and attacking and destroying them was originally their forte.

However, the Liao people who were covered with the ice of the Qidu River would become their biggest burden, and if they were to be accepted, they would need to provide food, medicine, and warm clothing, and lead them to move to Zhuoyi Prefecture, which was controlled by Daohai Zongyuan. These things are far beyond the capabilities of the spy force, and even directly expose this spy force to the other side's nose.

What's more, as far as he knows, this army really doesn't have extra manpower and material resources, and dozens of people are scattered on this land shrouded in winter, and they really don't even want to hear a sound. As far as they monitored the two or three kittens of the Liao people's baggage, they did not have the ability to take these at least 1,800 Liao people through the winter plains to Zhuoyi Erzhou.

Then you can only grit your teeth, when this scene in front of you does not exist?

Subconsciously touched the straight knife on his waist, and Zhuoer suddenly felt a trace of itching in his palm, an itch, an itch that drilled into the bone marrow.

But this unbearable itch was easily stopped by the next sentence of the new boss: "Do you still want to kill these tartars?" I can approve you to try it." ”

The three words "try it" made Zhuo'er's hand holding the knife tighten slightly, and then let go slightly: "I'm the only one, sir, don't you think it's cruel?"

"It's just you. Strictly speaking, you are just a mercenary temporarily hired by Shizun, and you are not in the list of members of the Insight Flying Division under my jurisdiction, so it is your freedom to do whatever you want. ”

Speaking of this, a green glint flashed in the eyes of his new boss, and only the official tone remained the same: "If you die in battle, I will take care of your family according to the standard of martyr's pension - oh, by the way, you are not married, and you have no relatives of your own in this time and space." But even so, I don't think the killing intent towards the steppe barbarians in your eyes is fake. ”

At this point, the hooded youth stood back in the shadow of the trunk: "I will give you only three hours. ”

After receiving the words of his boss, Zhuoer nodded lightly: "Enough." ”

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The days and nights are long in winter, and in the blink of an eye, the sun has turned west, and the sky seems to be shrouded in a layer of gray peculiar to the time when the corpses are burned, and a round of red sun is silently half-sunk on the horizon, and the little daylight left only gilds the Qidu River with a bleak color.

As far as the eye can see, under the sunset, the forest is as black as ink, and the snow is as dark as smoke.

Living between the white mountains and black waters, the Jurchens instinctively knew that when the sun went down, it meant that the cold was about to rise. Even the most hardy Jurchen Tartar couldn't help but tighten the animal skin wrapped around his body, took out the air-dried meat and milk lumps from his arms and gnawed them.

The milk bumps mixed with salt are as hard as stones, and the air-dried meat is as tough as old cowhides, but these Jurchen military horses are chewing vigorously, and then they pick up the water bladder and hurriedly pour a few sips of cold water that is about to freeze, even if it fills their stomachs.

Even the Jurchen Tartars were so humble that the people of Yandi who were captured by them to work as coolies could not be counted on, but they were driven forward by the cangtou and the servant army called "Alixi", and from time to time they fell under the scolding and whipping of the cangtous.

Pu Liyan, who was born in the Pucha Department, sat on the horse with a calm appearance, and nodded to the chief beside him: "Let those Ali Xi be more attentive, and they will have to drive another thirty miles today! Don't be reluctant to give up the torch at night, if you are told to run away and have a shortage of baggage, I know you, and Zong Han's military law must not recognize you!"

When these few words came out, they were immediately ordered by the cavalry who were responsible for guarding and patrolling back and forth all the way, and those barren men were even more scolded and scolded, whipping and beating with whips and sticks in their hands, and rushing the raw people to move forward desperately.

Seeing that the baggage team was moving a little faster, the Pu Liyan took out a piece of milk tofu that was relatively soft with milk bumps from the dry food bag, mixed it with dried meat and chewed it.

It wasn't until the dried meat and milk tofu were chewed carefully in his mouth that he tilted his head and swallowed the dried meat that had been chewed into granular pieces with satisfaction.

At the moment when he threw his head up and swallowed, an arrow came from the forest.

The arrow was silent, but the steel forged body did not have the peculiar luster of metal, but was as dull as winter twilight, and it was about to swallow up the light around it.

Such a ghostly dark arrow, but when it approached this Pu Liyan, it suddenly let out a roar, like a terrible ghost looking forward to drinking the blood of the enemy, and it was about to kill the soul in an instant!

An arrow roared, and it was a killing sound.

Pu Liyan, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, suddenly fell backwards, but the speed of the man was half a minute behind the castration of the arrow, and the sharp arrow suddenly grazed the bridge of his nose and went straight through.

A straight line of blood split Pu Liyan's face in half, and although he was lucky not to die, the moment the entire bridge of his nose was cut off by the arrow, the Jurchen general still let out a scream of surprise and pain!

"Enemy attack!"

With an angry scream, the Jurchen military horse beside him had already opened his crossbow for the first time, and suddenly there was a backfire towards the place where the dark arrow was fired.

However, when the long arrows with feathers were fired indiscriminately into the dim woods on the banks of the river, there was no sound of any sound, and the silence in the woods was so quiet that not even the footsteps of people could be heard for a minute.

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