Yang Huchen's mouth was wide open, his anger was extinguished, and he looked at the roaring Xuelang in horror. The soldiers of the Three Thousand Forwards Camp changed their faces one by one, and the sharp soldier that had gathered disintegrated instantly.

"Boom!" The gate opened, and two thousand heavy cavalrymen rushed out of the city gate. The heavy cavalry were covered with a strong breath of blood. They looked at the whistling snow waves in front of them as if nothing had happened. Even in front of them, the invincible Xigan vanguard camp, and even the Wu Sheng personally led the army, they rushed over.

"General Han, please lead some people down to guard the city gate, and don't charge, beware of that boy coming into the city." Yang Jiu's face was as pale as the snow on the snowy mountain, without any variegated color, and like the possession of the Snow God, his body trembled slightly.

"Yes!" Han Chong woke up from the shock, took the order and left with his fists.

"Puchi!" The colorful glass spear head protruded from his chest. Yang Jiu looked down and shook his body twice. The gun was "suddenly" taken back, as fast as lightning, silent.

"I really didn't expect it!" He took a breath, and no drop of blood was flowing out of the wound, but the cold air from Daxue Mountain sneaked into his wound and invaded his heart and lungs, and the shot pierced the lungs.

Everyone was shocked, first with a sword, then twenty-four guns came over with fire of anger.

"Stop! What are you doing? I'm not dead yet!" Yang Jiu said tremblingly.

"Sir!" Twenty-four guns spoke with Han Xue.

"It's just a couple quarreling, it has nothing to do with you. Du Yu, the vehicle is ready?" Yang Jiu asked.

"Sir, you are all ready. A thousand elite soldiers are on standby. You can get out of seclusion just by waiting for the order of the adults." Du Yu said with his fists.

"Then let's go. I wanted to make them all crazy, but unfortunately I used too much force to summon the Snow God just now, and now I have no strength to speak." Yang Jiu smiled bitterly and waved to Chu Xiangyu again, "Peacock, won't you leave with me?"

"Don't you blame me for stabbing you?" Chu Xiangyu stood on the city, greeting everyone's anger, looking pitiful.

"Oh, if it were me, if I thought that five hundred years of hard work were destroyed in a moment, this shot might be more accurate. Don't be sad. You are not so easy to kill. Let's go, if you are not by your side, aren't you afraid that I will find another woman?" He waved to her.

"Then I will aim next time and then stab it!" Chu Xiangyu suddenly smiled, stepped forward to support Yang Jiu, and helped him down the city.

"grown ups……"

"Stop talking, where can I find such a beautiful wife in the world? How can you bear to let me kill her?" Yang Jiu grinned.

In front of Xiaohan Pass, a sled car was pushed out of the city. The car was covered with thick snow bear skin and the body was very large. Chu Xiangyu helped Yang Jiu get on the car and closed the door of the car. He Xiaojun and Cao Xiong drove the car personally. Du Yu and others followed with guns, and behind them were a thousand fully armed elite soldiers.

"Wu Jincao, Lao Wu!" Yang Jiu called again.

"Sir, what else is there?" Wu Jincao hurried over.

"Go and hand these tips to General Han! This time with the help of the Snow God, the road is blocked, and it will probably take several days for the rear army of the Xigan Army to reach Xiaohan Pass. These tips have numbers, so he can open one every half day." Yang Jiu said.

Zhuge Liang often likes to use tricks to keep the secrets for his generals, and Wei Yan was killed by him. If Zhuge Liang came here and saw Yang Jiu’s tricks, he would be shocked. "Good boy, there are few tricks in the world. You have left dozens of tricks at a time! At most, I just left three tricks at a time. Do you think this is fun?"

Everyone came out of the snow, and they were silent, only hearing the ski sled rubbing against the snow.

"Du Yu, you understand the route on the map, right?" Yang Jiu asked.

"Don't worry, sir, I've already remembered it in my heart." Du Yu replied.

"Okay, then lead the way. It's better not to bother me. It's cold and it's really deadly!" Yang Jiu closed the car window and blocked the wind and snow outside. He shrank his body and tried his best to hide himself in the thick snow bear skin, as if this would reduce the chill on his body.

Han Chong put away the secret bags, and he narrowed his eyes and stared at the enemy and us fighting in front. The two thousand heavy cavalry seemed to have taken strong medicine. Even if there was a mountain ahead, he would have to crush it. His momentum was to cover the three thousand Xigan vanguard camp. Could it be that the Snow God appeared?

"Kill!" With an angry shout, a black shadow penetrated from the iron armored camp like a sharp arrow. Yang Huchen danced his spear and penetrated the formation. Wherever the spear passed, heavy cavalry were picked up one by one. His tiger's eyes widened and he slapped his horse and killed him towards South Korea.

"Shoot the arrow!" Han Chong tightly grasped the axe. He felt the unstoppable gun intent carried by the gun. Five hundred years ago, the gun assassinated his ancestor Han Shande among millions of troops, and made the name of the God of Guns. Now, does this gun still want to stab him on the horse in front of Xiaohan Pass?

"Puchi!" The arrows came out like rain!

Yang Huchen waved his magic spear and shot down the arrows one after another.

"Flying axe soldiers, prepare, throw them-" Han Zhong shouted.

More than a hundred short axes flew towards Yang Huchen, and there was a constant sound of jingling sounds. These axes were all snatched by him with a magic gun!

Gasp, heavy breathing!

The avalanche stopped, and it stopped a few hundred feet away from Xiaohan Pass. However, Yang Huchen wanted to cry without tears. The San Thousand Forefront Battalion fought with the two thousand heavy cavalrymen who had taken some hard medicine. Now he lost all his losses. He stopped the war horses in time, thinking that the other party had released a powerful aura that only the Martial Saint had, and the group of heavy armored soldiers behind him, would they really die here in battle?

That shameless person really got the protection of the shit Snow God?

"Ming Jin, stop the troops!" Han Chong said.

There are less than three hundred survivors of two thousand cavalrymen!

Han Zhong opened the first tip and frowned slightly, but he still called out five hundred soldiers from the city, all of whom did not bring weapons.

"Yang Huchen, I will give you some food and medicine. Now I will bring back the soldiers who died in battle!" Han Zhong several loudly.

Yang Huchen gathered the remaining remaining soldiers and did not attack him. He felt confused, thinking that Yang Jiu, who was killed by heaven, and the god who was killed by heaven, would have the 30,000 elite soldiers of Xigan and Shiwang... he dared not think about it anymore, as if the whole sky had collapsed.

A whirlwind swept over and turned into a man in purple robe in front of the formation. He was so majestic that he only looked at Korea again. He suddenly felt like he was being looked through by the other party at first glance.

This is Xiao Xian coming! Xiao Xian, a generation of military saint, is here!

"Han Zhong, if you surrender, I won't kill you. Tens of thousands of soldiers at Cangyun Pass have surrendered, and now they have been valued by me!" Xiao Xian said.

"Haha, I have the help of the Snow God, you actually want me to surrender?" Han Zhong laughed and led his troops back to the city and closed the city gate.

"Thuchen is ashamed of his uncle!" Yang Huchen looked ashamed.

"Victory and defeat are common in military affairs, so don't worry. Your ancestors had suffered many defeats back then, and you were not wronged when they were defeated in his hands. He is also a member of your Yang family." Xiao Xian smiled bitterly.

"That despicable villain, let me catch him and I must tear him to pieces!" Yang Huchen said gritting his teeth.

"Don't underestimate him. Why did Yu'er stay by his side? It's just to calm the gun. The ninety-eighty-one guns in your ancestors were actually passed on to Yu'er. Now you understand! Even this kid was stabbed by me, causing me to lose two thousand elite soldiers and countless food and grass." Xiao Xian said.

"Ah?" Yang Huchen was shocked, "Is he really helping God of Snow?"

"Not a snow god, it's just a few dozen snow bears tamed by him. When the snow bear heard his shout, he immediately rolled a snowball from the pre-viewed place on the top of the snow peak, causing this big noise. Fortunately, he didn't use this trick on your night marching, otherwise it would be really dangerous!" Xiao Xian said with a smile.
Chapter completed!