Haiyan

1990, the seventh day of the Baihuang calendar, is destined to be an extraordinary year.

This year, the wolf in the snow finally revealed his hidden minions, and roared wildly on the high mountain.

This year, the ruthless Blizzard finally plucked up the lion's hair, and surrendered his noble head under the burst of the long river.

The gloom stirs the sky of the prairie, like a low and melodious song singing mournfully.

Under the blizzard in December, the water of the Gurqin River had condensed three inches of solid ice, and the sky was a gloomy iron gray.

A strange and terrifying atmosphere enveloped the entire king's tent in an instant, like a tight string, and an arrow might be shot out in the next second at any time.

Under the leadership of Liang Guoying, the more than [-] troops of the Western Han Dynasty had crossed the Lingyun Mountains and rushed towards the North Land. It seemed that everything was in danger in an instant.

The sky was so gloomy that the sun and the moon could not be seen, and the day could not be distinguished. The man deep in the king's tent seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. His temples were slightly frosted, and the wrinkles around his eyes had become denser. His eyes no longer seemed to be the same as before. As clear and sharp.

On the [-]th, more than [-] Han troops led by Liang Guoying arrived at the bank of the Gurqin River for the first time. The green grass tip was completely buried by the heavy snow in midwinter. with distinction.

The scouts coming and going from the northern capital non-stop in the blizzard sent the battle reports in their hands to the depths of the king's tent.

15 against more than [-], Rao is the Han army who has trekked all the way, and the hardships and obstacles have been honed and consumed. At first glance, this kind of confrontation is still creepy.

Without the Iron Buddha, without reinforcements, Muchen, the King of the North, finally refused to support the Northern Empire, which was on the verge of collapse, even if the Maharaja could grant him any conditions he wanted——

At this moment, there is only Yebei's 15 grassland army that is rushing forward.

The heavy moisture clung to the white ground, making it look desolate everywhere. Suddenly, a strong wind blew down more than a dozen stables. The horse screamed in fright, broke free from the reins, and fled in all directions.

The sheepfold was swept by the strong wind, and hundreds of white sheep moved and scattered in panic. The herdsmen frantically waved their whips to gather the flocks, but the frightened animals fled like crazy.

The strong wind howls, a muffled thunder roars overhead, the sky is suddenly dark, the falcon flaps its huge wings desperately, the fish sinks to the bottom of the river in an instant, and the big horses in the stable struggle and sway The shackles of the sheep flocked back and forth restlessly in place like a swarm of wasps.

The blizzard continued, but locusts broke out suddenly in such a cold season, and the plague soared. Refugees from all over the place flocked towards Philadelphia. The herdsmen in Shuobei also quickly gathered near the Golden Tent Palace. The people seem to be all gathered together.

Wherever he went, there were only the strong, the weak and the dead.

All I saw was fighting, bloodshed and graves.

Within three days, no less than [-] refugees died of freezing, even more died of starvation, and even the elders, men and women, were cannibals. There was wailing and moaning everywhere, and death and blood flowed everywhere.

Internal and external troubles have put the life of this originally powerful nation on the line at this moment.

Yin Ping, who was still looking for Changsheng everywhere, was dispatched by the majesty to resettle the victims. However, Philadelphia is too small, and there are no less than ten thousand victims. For a while, the city was crowded with people, and there was a dark stench everywhere. taste.

In the dim Golden Tent Palace, a warm brazier was burning. The Maharaja sat in the deepest part, his legs were covered with a thick sheepskin blanket, his eyes were closed, and he was thinking about something.

There was a group of people sitting in a dense crowd, all of them lowered their heads and said nothing with heavy faces. The king's tent was extremely quiet, and everyone's breathing and heartbeat were extremely clear at this moment.

The bronze lion head with its fangs stretched out in the deepest part of the wall looks extremely ferocious, and the faint candlelight is burning quietly everywhere, with occasional crackling flames exploding in the silence.

"Majesty, please collect your troops and horses, and fight to the death with the Western Han Dynasty!"

Xu Yao spoke first, followed by everyone present who stood up and echoed in unison. For a while, the atmosphere in the hall reached its peak.

After a long time, the man in the deepest place suddenly opened his eyes, and the cloudy eyes that had been cloudy for many days were exceptionally clear at this moment. The Maharaja's sharp eyes swept across the surroundings, gently put aside the silver lion that was slowly turning in his hand, and said in a deep voice Said: "A fight to the death?"

Xu Yao raised his eyes, suddenly knelt down on one knee with his hands on his chest, bowed his head and said, "Fight to the death!"

The Maharaja let out a breath slowly, and said, "Who does King Khan think is the winner?"

Xu Yao was a little angrily aroused by the majesty's self-deprecating tone, and said loudly: "Fortunately, there are no reinforcements from the north now, does the majesty really think that there is no one in Yebei?"

The Qinghan Dynasty of Yuan Dynasty knelt down and said loudly: "I have more than [-] soldiers in my hands, and I would like to dedicate all of them to the majesty to save Yebei from this difficult time!"

As soon as the words came out, the people following behind couldn't hold back any longer and fell to their knees one after another.

"Your servant is willing to donate eight thousand soldiers."

"Your servant is willing to donate five thousand horses."

"Your servant is willing to fight for Yebei's army, and he will do anything he can!"

……

There was a clattering sound, and Xu Yao said: "When the Qinghai Department was there, Hongda had a total of [-] elite soldiers and horses. Later, they were all allocated to the southeast two departments by the Maharaja. Jun."

"May the majesty quickly gather troops and horses, and face the battle as soon as possible!"

The middle-aged man sat in the deepest part without saying a word for a long time. The dim light could not hide the deep fatigue on his face. He raised his eyes and asked in a low voice, "What do you think of the three generals?"

The three warriors stood up together.

General Qinghe lowered his head, bowed down slowly, and took the lead in loudly saying: "The same as the other two Khan kings, I implore the majesty to send troops as soon as possible. I am loved by the majesty. I am willing to guard the city gate for the northern capital and fight against the Han army!"

The majesty nodded in disbelief, and then glanced at Gu Lingjun and Qin Shuoming. The determination in their eyes made the majesty instantly feel relieved.

It seemed as if he had been contemplating for a long time, and when Blizzard outside the tent uttered Ruoyin, the deepest figure suddenly stood up. The bronze lion head not far behind turned his head, and said in a deep voice: "Gather all the troops, and tomorrow afternoon, we will stand on the bank of the Hongchuan River and stand ready!"

As soon as the words fell, the cold wind suddenly opened the heavy palace door and blew out the candles in the room——

The times seem to have quietly changed from this moment.

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It was already twenty days later when Li Su smelled the fragrance of snow again.

Although he didn't want to admit it, but when he was hit by the snake venom and his life was hanging by a thread, he suddenly burst out with some amazing power, and when he escaped from the underground palace with Chang Sheng, he really had to suspect that something was different about him .

Hei Ye wrung out the last drop of ink, and the sharpened moon hung miserably halfway on the top of Fenglan Mountain after the avalanche. Suddenly, it was mixed with a clear and sharp howl of a wolf, making the surrounding silence even more strange.

The cold wind blew the corners of his thin, ragged and bloody clothes around his legs. He didn't faint from starvation like Chang Sheng, or after experiencing the [-]-day-long dying struggle, He was still able to hold the Changsheng in his arms intact, stepping on the knee-thick snow, walking towards the direction of the northern capital step by step with difficulty.

The rigorous and murderous air enveloped the entire northern capital in a tense manner.

I don't know how long it took, when the proton of the Western Han Dynasty reappeared in front of people with the prince of Yebei in his arms, there was condensed hatred everywhere.

Li Su raised his head and glanced at the black goshawk flag standing on the mast. The whole city was illuminated by the bright fire at night like an ancient forbidden place.

Looking at the prairie warriors surrounding him, Li Su finally made his first voice in recent days: "Send the prince to Yan's tent. He was injured and hungry and passed out. If he continues to be unconscious like this, I'm afraid It's not good to wake up..."

Someone had already gone to inform Yin Ping, and several warriors stepped forward and carried Chang Sheng from Li Su's arms cautiously. The next second, the young man seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, and fell to the ground hard. A pair of eyes watched the black boots gradually approaching, and asked with difficulty, "Is Liang Guoying here?"

Yin Ping didn't speak, but with a cold face full of green stubble, he ordered Li Su to be picked up and sent to the Beidu Prison.

The sky was approaching dawn, but the pressure of the dark cloud was extremely low, as if it would collapse in the next second.

Chang Sheng had a very long dream. In the dream, the sea of ​​flames soaring into the sky opened its mouth wide and tried to swallow him and Li Su. The next moment, the young man holding his hand pushed him away fiercely. When he raised his head again , Li Su can no longer be found.

Alone, tired, hungry, cold, bloody.....

It can turn an instant into a lifetime.

He didn't know that he could still come out of the underground palace alive. When he opened his eyes and saw the clean tent, a sudden strangeness gradually spread in his heart.

Where's Li Su?

Just as Chang Sheng was thinking, Ah Tie came in from the outside with a basin of water, and said joyfully, "The prince finally woke up, I'll go find Mrs. Yan right away."

Chang Sheng struggled to get up and hurriedly asked, "Where's Li Su?"

Ah Tie scratched his head in a naive manner, and said in a muffled voice: "A few days ago, the proton sent the prince back, and he was imprisoned by the second prince in Beidu Prison."

Chang Sheng felt something was wrong, "What does it mean to be locked up in a prison?"

Ah Tie sighed, and said solemnly: "You still don't know that Liang Guoying of the Western Han Dynasty came here with more than 20 Han troops. Now the brigade has passed the Gulqin River, and the proton is from the Western Han Dynasty. Now we must not Let him go."

Chang Sheng asked in surprise: "How could this happen?"

Didn't the Western Han Dynasty have an alliance with Yebei, so why would they send troops here?

Yin Kang is still in the Western Han Dynasty...

"Where's Yin Kang?" Chang Sheng asked immediately, with an anxious expression on his face.

Ah Tie said: "I don't know, no one told me where the prince went when the Western Han Dynasty sent troops, but I thought, he must have been detained by the Western Han people, grandma, the Western Han Dynasty is so unkind, unexpectedly... ...Hey, prince, where are you going!"

When Chang Sheng ran to the Yinping tent in thin clothes, he had already gone to the Jiuyi high platform. The whole northern capital city seemed to be full of people for a while, and there was a mess everywhere. Those people seemed to be picking up waste. A large number of refugees in ragged clothes, with sallow complexion and dull eyes, shuttled on the white ground. Chang Sheng didn't think too much, and grabbed a patrolling warrior and asked, "Where is Daoist Zhang? Have you seen Daoist Zhang?"

The samurai looked puzzled and said, "Don't you know that the prince doesn't know that Daoist Zhang disappeared a month ago. If he hadn't caught up with the turmoil, the majesty would have ordered General Qin to go find someone."

How could this be?

Chang Sheng stood at the cold air outlet, the wind blade like a knife was blown on his face, but he didn't seem to feel it.