Since receiving the message from the Flying Eagle, Qin Wu, King Qi, was like an ant on a hot pan, and could no longer sit still. He would run into the gap between the two mountains of Feihukou early in the morning, looking at the long snowfield, hoping that the people who went to the battle would come back. Unfortunately, people were not eagles, and they could not return straight in the air, and they did not have the speed of eagles. Moreover, they were dragging more than a hundred bodies of those who died in battle, and the speed was even slower.

The weather became worse again, and the hawk who was responsible for contacting both sides was gone forever, which made Qin Wu even more anxious. After waiting for several days, the weather showed no sign of improvement. Every day, Qin Wu came in the morning and returned at night. His face, which had been rough after several months of hard work, had cracks.

"Your Highness, go back. Since everything goes well, they must be on their way back at this time. It's just that the weather is not bad. The four masters in their team should be able to protect them safely." Wang Yun looked at Qin Wu, who had a icy boy on his hair and eyebrows, and advised: "As long as the wind and snow stop, the Harrier Eagle will naturally bring back specific news."

"I know." Qin Wu nodded: "I just want to see them as soon as possible."

He was a little depressed. Wang Yun naturally knew that it was because of Qin Wu's deep guilt. Obviously, if Qin Wu had not come to Wuling and Changzhu, these things would not have happened. The experience of this team would have ended calmly with countless times in the past.

But now, this journey of expedition has become a journey of death. Behind the four simple words "A great victory", there is such a bloody reality hidden. Wang Yun is afraid that he knows it more clearly than Qin Wu, who has a shallow experience.

Wu Zhengting's intelligence clearly shows that in addition to the two masters in the mountains, the Qi people also hid an absolutely elite army of more than 500 people.

The huge gap in the number of troops and the gap in combat effectiveness of the two armies are destined to cause heavy losses to Fan Chang and his team. It is still unknown whether someone can come back.

These are all his subordinates. Thinking of this, Wang Yun felt that his heart was bleeding, especially Fan Chang, but he had always been extremely optimistic about the rookie general. The chance of coming back this time was even smaller. In such a battle, the death rate of the general was even far higher than that of ordinary soldiers.

Just as he was about to persuade Qin Wu to go back again, Qin Wu, who had been looking into the distance, suddenly cheered. "They are back, they are back."

Wang Yun was shocked and suddenly turned his head. At the end of the mountain road in the distance, some small black dots appeared in his sight. Without his instructions, the guards behind them were already rushing to meet them.

After a incense stick, Zhao Er, with twenty extremely tired soldiers, dragged a car to climb, and appeared in front of them. He was carrying wounded soldiers and the bodies of the soldiers who died in battle.

Seeing Wang Yun, Zhao Er had not spoken yet, but he started to cry loudly.

"General Wang, Boer Fan..."

Wang Yun tried his best to suppress the panic in his heart, "What's wrong with the bearded man?"

"Fan Tou drove me back. He took thirty brothers to chase Min Qi and the others." Zhao Ertao said: "I have never seen Fan Tou like this. I'm afraid that he won't come back this time."

Zhao Er, who was crying, suddenly saw Min Qi beside Wang Yun, and immediately jumped up like a ghost, pointed at Min Qi, and shouted strangely: "You, why are you here? Haven't you gone to Panlong Mountain?"

Wang Yun grabbed Zhao Er and whispered: "Shut up. You don't know what happened after Fan Chang broke up with you, right?"

Zhao Er nodded, "Fan Tou drove us back. If I don't come back, he will have to deal with me."

While talking, he still glanced at Qin Wu, his eyes full of confusion.

"Okay, I understand. Let's take your brothers back first, take a hot bath, take a sip of hot soup, and have a good sleep. Tomorrow, everything will be fine." Wang Yun said.

"General Wang, how are Fan Tou and the others?" Zhao Er asked.

"Flying Eagle's message, a complete victory." Wang Yun said simply.

Zhao Er burst into tears and smiled, "I knew, I knew, Fantou had always been lucky, and this time it was true."

Seeing that Zhao Er didn't know what was going on behind him, Qin Wu lowered his head and turned toward the Feihukou Fortress. Looking at Qin Wu's back, Zhao Er pulled the corner of Wang Yun's clothes, pointed to Qin Wu's back, and opened his mouth silently, wanting to ask what was going on. However, Wang Yun glared fiercely, and immediately shrank his head, pressing his doubts in his heart, and honestly directed his subordinates to drag the climbing car and follow Wang Yun toward the military camp.

In the deep mountains, there was a storm of fire in the camp led by a small team. With four masters pressing the formation, everything became simple.

As the wild dog punched, the thick snow on the tree fell down. After a long punch, several trees were bent together. Hu Bugui jumped onto the tree. After a while of groping, the branches as thick as arms were entangled together. Without even a rope, a tree house naturally formed. Shi Shusheng stood in the middle of the tree house, centered on himself, and did not see how many moves he had. The snow on the ground flew and rushed around, forming a blocked snow wall.

Fan Chang's eyes wide openly with such camping methods. Although the snow wall was not covered, it was enough to shelter them from the wind and snow. By the time these three people did all this, He Rentu had already returned with the firewood like a hill.

It was said that it was firewood, but in fact, He Rentu picked up his killing oars to use as hatchets. The firewood was chopped in length, thickness and size, which surprised the soldiers.

After taking a pill from He Rentu, Zhou Bo recovered astonishingly fast. He was injured more than Fan Chang, but his martial arts cultivation was higher than Fan Chang. He was already at the peak of level seven, and at this time he had faintly felt the sign of breaking through to level eight.

Sitting by the fire with Fan Chang, you and I drank the wine collected from Panlong City one by one. Like Zhou Bo, Fan Chang's internal injuries were healed, but those external injuries might take a long time to heal.

"The wine is not strong at all, much worse than the burning knife in our Ming Dynasty." When he threw the wine pot to Fan Chang, Zhou Bo shook his head: "But it's better than nothing."

After taking the wine pot, Fan Chang raised his head and took a sip. He looked at the bodies on the huge snow crawlers that had been hard to freeze on the snow crawlers. He lowered his head in sorrow. He threw the wine pot back to Zhou Bo, stood up, walked out of the wooden house, came to the wooden crawlers, and reached out to clean up the bodies that fell on the snow crawlers.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Bo also came out and helped Fan Chang with his intact hand.

After cleaning up one by one, Fan Chang saw the beautiful body of the Zhenwu Captain embroidered at the collar of the cloak. In this team, only two of them were Zhenwu Captain, his logistics officer and secretary.

He gently pulled the braid of the closed cloak, and the clerk's pale face appeared in front of him.

"I have been with him for several months, but I don't know his real name." Fan Chang looked at Zhou Bo beside him: "He probably isn't his real name, right?"

Zhou Bo nodded: "He is the personal guard of His Highness King Qi. His name is Gao Jianhua and the logistics officer is Li Qiwang. They are all soldiers and the title of deputy general. Their martial arts cultivation is higher than mine. However, in this battle, we two survived, but they were gone."

"So your name is Gao Jianhua!" Fan Chang slowly closed the cloak and covered it, and two lines of tears slowly flowed out: "He died because he blocked a fatal attack for me. The person who died should have been me. Zhou Bo, you may not know that I have never given them a good face in the past few months."

"Don't think too much. On the battlefield, comrades-in-arms cover each other, which is what they mean. If it were you, you would have done this, right?" Zhou Bo comforted.

"After that being said, I was in a bad mood in my heart." Fan Chang said.

"Don't think too much. If you feel really uncomfortable, kill a few more enemies for them on the battlefield in the future." Zhou Bo patted his shoulder, "Go back to sleep. You are familiar with the terrain here. How many days will it take for us to get out?"

"It's three days, you can get out of the mountain in three days at most." Fan Chang said.

Three days later, the wind and snow still enveloped this area. Qin Wu would still come to the mountain pass on time every day to look into the distance. Just as he and the people who were waiting with him were once again disappointed to return, at the end of his sight, a shirtless man with thick mountain vines tied to his body and dragged a huge snow crawler to appear in the distance.

"It's Uncle Gan!" Qin Wu shouted, then ran forward.

Behind the wild dog, three wooden crawlers appeared one after another, Hu Bugui, He Rentu and Shi Shusheng dragged one by one, and behind them, there were a few small crawlers. Behind the small crawlers were dozens of figures stumbled and staggered in the wind and snow.

"Go and report to General Wu and Duke Fu." Wang Yun ordered a guard beside him, but he chased Qin Wu who was running fast in front of him.

The wild dog stopped, He Ren Tu, Hu Bugui, and Shi Shusheng stopped the wooden crawlers in a row. Behind him, on the little crawlers dragged by Fan Chang and others, the injured soldiers struggled to climb down, and began to line up after the bodies of the soldiers.

Fan Chang looked at Feihukou's village in the distance, and his eyes blurred again.

"Brothers, we're back home!" he shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!