One night passed.

Last night, heavy snow fell on the sky.

In just one night, the border that stretched for thousands of miles was covered with silver, and the snow was covered with snow, and the sky and the ground were covered with vastness and snow-whiteness.

But... rows of mud began to appear. After nearly half a year of shrinking, the cities everywhere suddenly took action. Countless official troops appeared in groups. These iron-blooded men who had been in the border town for a long time suddenly had the opportunity to let the wind out. They were like a flood that opened the gate, scattered all over the wilderness.

Countless teams of officers and soldiers appeared in front of the shepherd and immediately began violent expulsion. Within hundreds of miles of the frontier, there was a terrible mist.

A large number of elite soldiers also began to gather on the Changping line, and the continuous camps were invisible in the snow.

At night.

Black-toothed Changzhi appeared behind the female wall of the pass in a fur coat, wearing a team of iron armored warriors. It was full of torches, and under the night sky, it was as bright as stars.

His eyes passed through the snowflakes dancing in the sky, and at the end of his eyes was a temporary camp with noisy voices outside the pass, looking at the bonfire there, listening to the cheers there.

He raised his mouth slightly, put his hand on the frozen female wall, and stood there, allowing the snowflakes to fall.

The inner-speaking minister Chen Zhen was his confidant. This civil official seemed a little weak. He seemed to be a thick shirt that could not block the pervasive coldness that could not cover the heavy snow like goose feathers. He sucked his nose and said, "Duke Yan, isn't it too hard to mobilize many troops?"

Black teeth always pursed his lips and said nothing.

"It is said that Qin Shaoyou and the King of Linzi are not in harmony."

"Oh." Hei-Too Changzhi nodded lightly. He suddenly glanced at Chen Zhen strangely and said, "Since this country belongs to the Li family, then... what we are doing now can't we protect their country?"

Chen Zhen was stunned for a moment: "Duke Yan means..."

Hei Teeth Chang's Word: "We should not fall into Luoyang. Our responsibility is to protect the border. There are enough troubles in Luoyang. It is precisely because of this that the Turks have the opportunity and let the Gu Dulu rise. Now, this wolf is already strong, so for someone, my enemy is not in Luoyang, but in Heishui City, it is Gu Dulu. Qin Shaoyou was an imperial envoy. He went there under the order. Now he needs help. How can someone have the same intention to fight against our common enemies? So... this is not to mobilize troops, but to abide by our responsibilities."

Chen Neisha sighed, but he just shook his head in his heart. He didn't have this intention, but most people in this world are the same party and fight against the stranger. He looked behind the back of the black-haired figure, frowned even deeper...

"He is a general. He has a clear distinction between rewards and punishments. He has given me some gifts and distributed all the soldiers. He will never keep them privately. After dozens of battles, he has never lost all his achievements. He is a good person and a good general. But... he is definitely not a smart person. How can such a person die a good end?"

Chen Neishi looked at the dim sky with deep eyes and sighed in his heart.

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It's dawn early in the morning.

The Khitan tribes live on the shore of the Black Lake, where the water plants are relatively abundant. Now that winter is already in, tens of thousands of Khitans will gather here spontaneously to prepare for winter.

This vast wilderness is already a vast white area.

But Yelu Chengjin, the leader of the Khitan, was not in a good mood.

The bad news has been heard. Yelu Chengxiong was killed in battle, and more than a thousand elite soldiers were wiped out. This result was predicted by many ants, which made him a little annoyed, but he had no choice.

Obviously, now he must consider the issue of the aftermath. In any case, he suffered such a great loss and had every reason to ask Gu Dulu Khan for some compensation. However, on the grassland, he has always spoken with fists, but now he has lost so many elites. Even if Gu Dulu gives some benefits, it is difficult to recover the current losses of the Khitan.

Yelu Chengjin got up early, and there was still a bleak moment in the camp. Most people were still dreaming. It was winter now, and even the shepherds were not so diligent.

Yelu Chengjin planned to take people to the Khan tent. As for the Han envoy, it depends on the attitude of the Khan and then make plans. So he put on thick cotton armor and shouted at more than a dozen guards, and was about to set off.

But at this time, one person appeared on the snowy horizon. The man was riding and riding. The man was covered in a tiger's back and waist, and his whole body seemed to be condensed into a pile of ice. However, he was still holding the flags in his hand, and the flags were rushing in the cold wind. The war horses sitting down were exhausted, and their sniffed, and their front hooves had already digged the snow under his feet into a deep pit.

There is only one man and one horse between heaven and earth, and the weather-beaten flag.

But the next moment, another cavalry appeared, followed by the third and fourth... The black line on the horizon became thicker and thicker, and the speed of squirming forward became faster and faster.

It is a cavalry, a group of cavalry.

Under the banner, Qin Shaoyou appeared in the cold wind. His sword eyebrows were sealed by the ice, and he was extremely tired.

But when he looked at the frozen lake and saw the continuous broken camp, he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Huh...it's right here!

Countless cavalry began to consciously open a line, no one spoke, and when they saw the camp, they knew what would mean next.

As Qin Shaoyou said along the way, I am the Han envoy. You are all the Han officials. You are just a barbarian tribe who dares to raise a sword to provoke us. Why? This is because, thirty years ago, our fathers and grandparents had forgotten the pain of their blows on them. This is because their wounds have healed, and those scars can no longer arouse their fear. If people lose their fear, they will not know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. Then today, let them taste our strength again, dry their blood, uncover their scars, and let them know how they were in pain thirty years ago, today... the same is true!

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His eyes stared at the camp.

Everyone shut their mouths, but they drew their swords one after another.

The armor was rubbing, the war horses were neighing in a low voice, and the sound of swords unsheathed did not cover up the gasp of people.

But the next moment, only a sound echoed in the sky.

The horn sounded, and the whimpering sound rang through the sky.

Qin Shaoyou drew his sword, looked at the snowflakes in front of the sky, pointed at the tip of the knife, and shouted: "Don't kill me!"

"Kill!" With a roar, countless people moved.

The war horses began to run wildly, with long swords raised high pointing to the sky, and the sharpness remained. The war horses were running, and began to speed up, getting faster and faster, and finally turned into a gust of wind, appearing in the camp instantly like a gust of wind...

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Rumble... Rumble...

This sound was very familiar to the Khitans. This sound was once like a wonderful music to them. Whenever this sound suddenly sounded, their blood was boiling.

Their ancestors were rushing around with the sound of horse hooves to fight for their living space. They made a living today, even for their descendants and future generations.

But……

This sound is enough to cause panic now.

The Khitans who were awakened certainly understood that it was impossible to sound horse hooves at this time. At this time, there was no way to grazed. How could there be so many sounds of fast horses running at this time?

The panicked man rushed out of his tent.

Then, their pupils began to shrink, because they saw a man riding on a tall horse, waving his sword, and already broke through their poor camp fence, and rushed in like a hungry tiger pounced on a sheep.

What greeted them was the long swords. Before they could react, the fast horse that passed by was already mixed with strong wind and interspersed with them. Then, the long sword flashed in the air and slashed heavily.

puff……

The sharpness of the long sword was far beyond the understanding of these people. Once they touched the skin, it would be like cutting a melon. When the long sword was swung again, the war horse passed by with the knights, and the heads of the Khitans who were left here had already spewed out red and white. He looked at the tide of the cavalry in front of him in disbelief, watched them rush into the tent in disbelief, and watched them knocking people over, blood had blurred his eyes, so blurred that even the sky and the earth became blood red. Even the white snow seemed to be covered with red makeup.

The man had fallen down, and the hot blood melted the ice and snow, and finally suddenly solidified, solidifying into a bright red blood clot.

There was only one voice inside and outside the camp: "Don't kill!"

Rumble... Rumble...

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Chapter completed!