But the more than 2,700 people under Wang Pu were not real infantrymen. They were light cavalry who had dismounted horses. They had no supplies. Although they had muskets that were more powerful than bows and arrows, there was nothing left in ammunition and the Dragon King cannons left. Moreover, the climatic conditions facing Wang Pu and others were even more harsh and unimaginable!

In short, if the Korqin people were allowed to discover traces, Wang Pu and the others would definitely not be spared.

Fortunately, the Korqin people and patrol soldiers did not appear until noon. At this time, all traces of the land had been completely covered by heavy snow, and Wang Pu and his more than 2,700 people had already disappeared from the vast snowfield. However, what is puzzling is that Wang Pu and the others did not flee south, but instead headed northwest.

Five days later, when the Korqin people sent a team of troops to launch a tentative attack on the mountain, they were shocked to find that there was no one on the mountain!

At this time, Wang Pu's men were already more than 200 miles away!

Of course, the Korqin people were unwilling to give up the fat meat that had reached their mouths and sent a large number of scouts to try to find some clues from the snow and ice, but this was futile, because after the Ming army left, there were three heavy snowfalls in a row. The Korqin people could no longer find any subtle clues. Helplessly, they could only divide more than 20,000 cavalry into three teams and searched and advanced towards the three directions of Juerhai, Yanyehai and Chahanhai.

Wang Pu's cunning saved the fate of this army again.

The people of Korqin thought that the Ming army would definitely flee to the south, but they never expected that they would turn around and flee to the northwest. In the next ten days, three teams of Korqin cavalry chased the border of the Ming Dynasty one after another, but did not dare to go south again, so they had to return to Sanbulachuan empty-handed and then scattered into their own tribes.

At this time, Wang Pu and his army had crossed the Syramulun River and walked to the foot of Yinshan Mountain.

The 15-day march was an arduous march. Many brave veterans did not die on the battlefield or under the Mongol scimitar, but were frozen to death because they were afraid of being discovered, so they did not dare to raise fire. The only few tents could only be used to protect the wounded soldiers who needed the most from the cold, and more people could only squeeze together to keep warm with their body temperature.

As a result, when someone wakes up in the morning, when someone reaches out to push his companion, he finds that he has already frozen into an ice sculpture!

The cold is not the only enemy of Wang Pu and others. Following the cold, hunger is also attacking them.

Wang Pu originally asked someone to prepare dry food for half a month, but he waited in the mountain for five days, so he had only ten days left when he set off. No matter how much he saved, he only had enough to eat five days. Now, the dry food is almost gone, and everyone will have to eat it in the future to fill their hunger.

Along the way, Wang Pu and the others did not encounter a Mongolian camp. Robbing the Mongolians and sacrificing tooth sacrifices became a delusion. This was not entirely because they were unlucky, because of the snow and ice. The Mongolians had long driven cattle, sheep and livestock to winter camps to hide. Most of the Mongolian winter camps were located in the mountains on the edge of the grassland, because the valleys there could shelter and avoid the invasion of blizzards.

As he walked, Wang Pu felt hungry again. He reached out and untied the dry food bag from his shoulder. He took out a piece of hard and cold steamed bun. After thinking about it, he only put a small piece of the petals and stuffed the remaining half into the dry food bag. Then he grabbed a handful of snow and the small half of the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

A handful of ice and snow suddenly stuffed into his mouth. Wang Pu was so cold that he took a breath, but he had to endure it. He had to use his body temperature to turn the snow into water, and then melt the buns before he could swallow it.

But even if it is such a cold and hard bun, some people can't eat it.

When Wang Pu turned around, he happened to see Lu Liu turn his head and asked vaguely: "Liu. Are you hungry too?"

"Not hungry." Lu Liu quickly shook his head. "The villain just ate steamed buns."

"Is that true?" Wang Pu asked suspiciously, "Your dry food has not been finished yet?"

"No." Lu Liu patted his dry food bag and said, "General, look, it's bulging."

When Wang Pu saw that Lu Liu's dry food bag was indeed half of it, he reached out and touched his dry food bag, and there was still half left. He believed it. He frowned and swallowed the hard and astringent steamed buns into his stomach. When he turned his head to continue on the road, he seemed to notice that Lu Liu fell down straight from the corner of his eyes.

When Wang Pu turned around quickly, he saw that Lu Liu had fallen to the ground. In just a moment, the young man who looked alive just now was already unconscious. Zhao Xin, who happened to be walking beside him, squatted down and pulled Lu Liu's eyelids away, shook his head and sighed: "This brother is so hungry, he's almost out of reach."

"Hungry?" Wang Pu widened his eyes in surprise and shouted, "Can't you?"

Zhao Xin said sadly: "General, he is really hungry."

Wang Pu's eyes fell on the half-piercing dry food bag on Lu Liu's body, and looked at other brothers. They saw that the dry food bags had already been shrunken. Then they reached out and touched the half-piercing dry food bag on his shoulder. Wang Pu suddenly understood something, and quickly squatted down and untied the dry food bag from Lu Liu.

Wang Pu opened Lu Liu's dry food bag and saw where there was any dry food inside? It was clearly all of them were stones and mud lumps.

Wang Pu felt his eyes heat up and turned his head suddenly. He knew everything! No wonder these days, while Wang Pu was sleeping, Lu Liu often fumbled his dry food bag in the dark. Wang Pu thought that this kid was not hungry and wanted to fight the autumn wind from him, but the fact was the opposite. These days, Lu Liu had been secretly stuffing his limited food into Wang Pu's dry food bag, but he himself took the snow to fill his hunger every day, so he was so hungry!

"Come!" Wang Pu bent down and picked up Lu Liu, who had fallen into a deep coma, and shouted shrillly, "Come."

The brothers who were marching hard quickly surrounded each other in groups. Tang Sheng and Monk Zhang squeezed into Wang Pu and asked loudly: "General, what are your instructions?"

"Dig!" Wang Pu pointed at his feet and shouted loudly. "Dig out the hay under the snow, the more the better, and the fire will rise immediately!"

"General." Zhao Xin reminded in a low voice, "The target of raising fire in the sky and earth is too big. What if it attracts Mongolian cavalry?"

"I can't care about that much." Wang Pu shouted loudly, "Anyway, if you go on, you will freeze and starve to death. The left and right sides will die. Why not be warm before you die? Hurry. Dig for this general, dig out the hay and immediately raise the fire!"

The soldiers who had been so cold that they cheered one after another, cheered up one by one, and began to peel off the snow and cut the hay under the snow one by one. Fortunately, the snow near Yinshan seemed to be not heavy. The hay was covered with only a thin layer of snow. Not long after, the brothers cut down a large amount of hay. They piled it into dozens of piles, and then ignited the fire and threw it on the hay pile. The fire burned. The long-lost warmth finally tolerated the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty who were half frozen to death.

Wang Pu and Zhao Xin carried Lu Liu to the side of the fire, then took out a steamed bun from the dry food bag and roasted it in the fire. Then wet the boiled snow water and carefully put it into Lu Liu's mouth. The careful Zhao Xin also grabbed a few handfuls of snow and put it in his subway helmet, and then carried the iron helmet on the fire with a waist knife. He took it out before he took it out, poured a few mouthfuls into Lu Liu's mouth, and took a few mouthfuls of warm water and a small piece of steamed bun to his stomach. Lu Liu slowly opened his eyes and recovered a little.

Lu Liu saw the steamed bun in Wang Pu's hand, struggled to sit up, and said, "General, this..."

"Don't move." Wang Pu gently pressed Lu Liu and said, "You guy, this time I've been so bad for this general."

"General." Lu Liu said softly but sincerely, "This army can be without Lu Liu, but it cannot be without you. If you are hungry, all the brothers will have no hope."

Wang Pu felt sad and almost burst into tears again.

Wang Pu is both happy and sad now. What is happy is that he has finally won the recognition of the soldiers. They would rather give up their lives than protect him. Wang Pu believes that there will be no one soldier like Lu Liu. Isn’t this exactly the absolute loyalty to his army that Wang Pu dreams of?

But what made Wang Pu feel sad was that Wang Pu could not bring all of such good brothers back to Datong. They were really hungry and cold and had a desperate end. Unless a miracle happened, it would be good that half of the remaining two thousand people could return to Datong alive.

If you are unlucky and meet a large group of Mongolian cavalry, it will be the end of the destruction of the entire army.

Datong, Wang Family Courtyard.

Chen Yuanyuan was sitting in the aquarium and staring at the white snow outside through the window. In a blink of an eye, Wang Pu had been leading his troops to fight for almost a month. Xiaoqi and Mr. Zhen had already returned more than half a month ago, but Wang Pu had no news yet. Chen Yuanyuan was in love with her and couldn't help but leaning against the window every day, staring at the autumn water.

The side door of the warm pavilion opened silence, and the young lady walked in with a bowl of ginseng soup. When she saw Chen Yuanyuan sitting in front of the window again, she set up the window and couldn't help but feel anxious. She quickly snatched over and closed the window, complaining: "Madam, you are pregnant now, so you can't care about your body like this. Zhang and the others said that if you catch a cold, you will get angry."

"Is that serious? It's less than two months."

A faint blush appeared on Chen Yuanyuan's white and tender face, but his hands were involuntarily stroking them on his lower abdomen. His beautiful big eyes slowly became gentle, and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth in a pretty and charming way, with two points of joy, three points of intoxication, and even more profound happiness.

The young lady put the bowl of ginseng soup on the pit table and reached out to support Chen Yuanyuan.

Chen Yuanyuan gently opened the young lady's little hand and said angrily: "No, I'll do it myself."

"Madam." Looking at Chen Yuanyuan sipping ginseng soup in small mouthfuls, the young lady suddenly said happily, "If the general comes back, I don't know how happy you will be?"
Chapter completed!