In Liaodong, the heavy snow has stopped at the end of January.

A heavy snowfall is an insurmountable obstacle for those living on this land. However, for the Xianbei and Wuhuan people who could not hunt and feed the tribe, the Han people who had always feared the cold suddenly launched a white killing, which turned into the greatest disaster.

For a month, heavy snow has blocked the mountains and forests. Han people from the west crossed the grasslands of Liaoxi suddenly rushed into the white mountains and black waters. The Han general, who was as white as snow, led 5,000 cavalrymen to countless riversides and tribes at the foot of the mountain, drove countless Liaodong Xianbei and Wuhuan people out of the warm tents that were hiding from the wind and snow, and killed them in the snow sea. Even if some of them escaped into the mountains and forests, they would slowly freeze to death soon.

Under the huge temperature difference, Xianbei Suli received a war report in the middle of the year. In such a winter, there were not many soldiers gathered together. He rushed to pursue the group of Han cavalry, but was defeated by the other party on the snow field. In a sense, the Han people taught them another fierce and bloody lesson.

On the other hand, the Han cavalry suddenly launched an offensive, caught him off guard, and was defeated. Suli, who was not willing to fail, was not anxious. The Wuhuan people, or Mijia and Queji, integrated the defeated troops and forced the nearby Xianbei tribes to join in, and once again rushed into the other side.

The war horses wrapped in thick fur were galloping, and the loud rumbling of iron hooves exploded like thunder. They stepped on the ground, and snowflakes rolled up. The speeding figures that launched the charge were in the first row of the front line, like waves slapped together. The Xianbei cavalry, lacking armor and only thin fur coats, tried to stabilize their trembling bodies in the cold, but the swords and guns hit, directly causing a gushing wave of blood, and the figures were penetrated and pushed off the horse's back.

The white wolf cavalry that was promoted was almost armed to the teeth, and the armor, helmets and boots were used to protect the armor, helmets, and boots. Even the hands were sewn with sheepskin gloves and masks on their faces, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, so that they could last for nearly a month in the cold Liaodong.

The White Wolf Cavalry was like plows from the farmland, advancing among the crowd of Xianbei people who could not keep the cold, and chopped them a lot in the crowd, using the tactics of the White Horse Yicong, cutting into the enemy array, and splitting dozens of squads, tearing the opponent's array apart to make it even more chaotic.

Suli fiercely waved his spear and smashed a Han cavalry. He looked up and looked around. Seeing such a chaotic battlefield, he screamed in despair: "Don't retreat, show the courage of the Xianbei people!"

Thousands of Xianbei cavalry around him looked at the more than ten scattered Han cavalry that were scattered and interspersed here, and their faces became pale than the snow on the ground. Subconsciously, someone stepped on the horse's head and wanted to escape, but was stabbed by Suli. He shouted: "The Xianbei warriors never feared the wolves on the snowfield, nor were they feared the bears and tigers in the mountains and forests..." Before he could finish his high-pitched and excited words, Suli heard a sudden loud noise from behind.

He turned around.

It was the violent sound of horse hooves.

Behind them, four or five hundred cavalrymen stepped on the snow, bypassed the huge arc, and rushed from behind, and at this moment they turned into wolves and spread their fangs and rushed up.

The leader was a silver armored silver spear with a figure with white velvet in her head. A pair of cold eyes exposed outside the mask showed a red look. When the drooping spear slowly raised during the sprint, the bloodthirsty eyes closed slightly: "Kill them all"

A low roar rang behind the mask.

Suli, who turned the direction of the back formation, looked at the Han general in front of him and gritted his teeth and grabbed his horse's belly, "Care with me!" A row of Xianbei cavalry on the left and right shouted, and launched a charge with him. Suli raised his iron spear and stabbed him out at the same time as the Han general in front, he felt a tremor of death...

The horse's hooves galloped and arrived in a blink of an eye.

Under the silver arm armor, the knotted muscles swelled and tensed. The spear let out a phoenix-sounding whisper in the air. The iron spear that pierced on his face was beaten by him. The moment the gun rod was swung in the air, the war horses interlaced. The gentian phoenix gun in the air fell down from Suli's back with a roar and hit the horse's buttocks.

Xilulu

The war horse was neighing with a long writhing, and with the people on his back, they all fell heavily to the ground, convoluted snow rolling, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the horse's mouth and nose, dyeing the crystal snow surface red. Suli's head and body were covered with snowflakes on it. He struggled hard in the snow. One arm and right leg broke when it fell. He lay on the ground and moaned in pain. In his oblique vision, the horse's hooves stepped approaching.

"Give me your life..."

It seemed as if he said these two words, which made him feel ashamed and angry. Suli blushed, his neck veins pounded, and his lips were slightly opened and closed: "I'm willing to fall..."

On the horse's back opposite, the knight shook his head gently, raised his arm, raised his white cloak, and the tip of the gun pierced, and the hot plasma gushed from the other side's door, and the snow dyed a bright red color.

Around the surroundings, the running horses fell down in pursuit, or were shot to death and thrown into the snow. The chaotic fight gradually turned into an orderly killing. Soon after, everything stopped...

Crunch...crunch...

On the quiet, soft snow, the red liquid slowly flowed. The next second, a pair of boots stepped on it, and people's footprints were printed. A Xianbei man holding a broken arm was moaning. The figure of the walking came covered his face. The Han cavalry held a blood-stained knife and looked down from a high place. Regardless of the man's words of pleading, he chopped off his head with one knife, carried the braid on his hair, walked forward, and threw it into the huge pile of heads.

The war had stopped. Tian Yu was angry and rubbed his hands and walked over two or three thousand headless corpses. In front, Zhao Yun was silent with the hills piled up with human heads, and a long spear with blood was inserted beside him, watching Xianbei heads throwing higher and higher in his hands.

"The soldiers have reached their limit, and it's time to go back." Tian Yu took off the wine bag on his waist, took a sip, warmed his body, and then handed it to the people there.

Zhao Yun took off his gloves and took them, pulled down the cover and revealed Junwei's cold face. "It's a pity that Fu Yuguo and Gongsun Du are too timid, so they only dare to sweep away some scattered tribes nearby." In his sight, he was watching a Xianbei man pretending to be alive and deadly. He knelt on the ground and cried, shaking his hands desperately, and then Xiahou Lan took the lead and slashed it down with one knife.

"They are not as good as ours." Tian Yu raised the gloves on his hand with appreciation, and exclaimed: "Others have been fighting for many years but have not found their hands. The armor can be sewn in the armor, but a craftsman's wife under the lord found it..."

He looked handsome and masculine, and when he smiled, he became more handsome and beautiful. He put down his hand, "But it's time to retreat. When the snow melts, reinforcements from Xianbei and Wuhuan will come."

"Well, I'm also interested in evacuating Liaodong."

Zhao Yun took a sip of the strong wine, put on the gloves, "Then send the orders to let the brothers gather." He pulled up the dragon gall spear, took two steps, stopped, and turned slightly: "By the way, the snow in Youzhou and Jizhou is almost gone at the moment, right?"

Tian Yu was stunned for a moment, "What do Zilong want to do?"

"The country is familiar with the path of Youzhou, so we can just kill him directly to Jizhou..."

There is another person who didn't kill...

His brother's wife...that woman should still be in Yecheng...

Thinking of this, Zhao Yun laughed and inserted his gun tail into the snow.

"...... I finally could lead the troops alone, so I'll take more credit... By the way, I'll avenge my old revenge together.

The Yellow River flows, and the waves rush on both sides. When the spring breeze blows, tender green grows on the shore. To the north is the rich Jizhou. All living beings are like the weeds in spring, rejuvenating a new look. Yuan Shao settled in Jizhou, eliminated Gongsun Zan, occupied You, and since then, the public security situation has become more and more stable.

Yecheng, in the bright weather.

As a capital of Jizhou, a major town on this land, on the towering city wall, Yuan Shao looked at the crowded place below where the recruitment was busy, and smiled: "According to the news, Bailang was trapped in Xudu. Aren't he and Cao Aman flirting with each other? He turned against him for a Shangshu Lang?"

Behind him, the middle-aged scholar stroked his beard, his face showed a solemn, his narrow eyes flashed with cleverness, he shook his head, and took a step forward: "Lord, don't be deceived by a sub-scheming. With Cao Cao's nature, if he was greedy for the cavalry under the White Wolf, how could he just be trapped and not killed?"

In front, Yuan Shao, carrying his hands on his back, nodded.

"So that's it. I know the best who Cao Cao is. However, Zhang Mengzhuo and Chen Gongtai rebelled in Yanzhou, and he almost lost his family. Thinking of his childhood friendship, I sent troops to help him. If I hadn't agreed at the beginning, he really thought he could have left tens of thousands of soldiers under Zhu Ling in Yanzhou for his power to drive him?"

"He took in Bailang, and I, Yuan Benchu, never angry with him. Just because I thought he was a good brother, now this brother has begun to reject my kindness and quietly transferred his family from Dongjun to Xuchang, thinking that if we join forces with Bailang to attack from north to south, we can beat me?! He really thinks that he is full of wings..."

"The White Wolf is still in Xudu, it's a good opportunity." Shen Pei whispered to remind the crowd after him.

In front of me, Yuan Shao's voice slowly came.

"...I know! No matter what the purpose of Cao Cao and Gongsun Zhi have, he is not in the north after all. At the beginning of last year, he let the wolf take Zhang Yang's Shangdang County first. This time, the best opportunity is naturally. If you directly attack Jundu Mountain from Youzhou and enter Shanggu County, it may be twice the result with half the effort, but it will be too far away and delay the military plane."

Yuan Shao took a deep breath and raised his hand.

"Send the order to let Wen Chou and Zhang He go up to Taihang Mountain and take down Shangdang County, and swear to join the merger and Hebei into a group."

Press your palm down and land on the wall.

"Since Cao Mengde wants to be full of wings, I will kill one of his wings first."

Yuan Shao's hand stretched out slowly clenched his fists on the wall, stood in Xihe's sunshine, gritting his teeth: "Look at how he flies!"

"yes!"

Above the city wall, behind him, the civil and military people took the order with a loud bang.
Chapter completed!