Looking at the crazy-looking deacon in black, Han Long had a sneer on his face, but his tone was innocent:

"Isn't that what you said? Whoever has more people will be justified."

The black-clothed deacon's eyes were red, and he was breathing heavily. He stared at Han Long in front of him, drew out the long sword he carried with him, and urged his mount to rush over.

Logically speaking, master and apprentice Han Long must be relying on something if they dare to block the road here.

But the deacon in black, who was hit one after another, has long lost his former calmness.

Seeing Han Long blocking the road, he was in desperate need of an outlet. Naturally, he couldn't control himself and focused his anger on Han Long.

I just didn't expect that the world's number one assassin, the deputy leader of the Wulin Alliance, would be so insidious and unruly.

All the deaths of the wolf slaves were like the last straw, completely crushing the black-clad deacon.

At this time, he had completely lost his mind. He just wanted to kill Han Long in front of him on his horse. Even if they both died together, he didn't care.

The distance between the two is not too far, but it is not very close either, just enough to increase the horse's speed.

Han Long did not move, but quietly watched the black-clothed deacon approaching.

"Go to hell!"

The tip of the sword is extended, and without using any force, the force of the horse can easily pierce the person.

The vicious blade was right in front of him, but Han Long remained motionless, as if he had forgotten how to avoid it.

He held out a horse spear diagonally, blocking the blade of the sword.

The horse's shaft is long and the sword is short.

The horse is hard, the sword is soft.

Using long blows and short blows, using hard force to block soft ones, Ma Shan not only blocked the incoming sword, but also the sharp and sharp blade of the sword went up along the sword body and directly pierced the shoulder socket of the black-clothed deacon.

The deacon in black was in pain and could not hold on to the hilt of the sword, and the sword fell off his horse.

The master of the long sword did not show mercy because of this. Instead, he increased his strength and directly knocked the black-clothed deacon off his horse, and then pulled out the sword blade from his shoulder socket.

With a "chi" sound, the nearly one meter long blade passed directly through the black-clothed deacon's thigh, pinning him to the ground.

In fact, the martial arts skills of the black-clad deacon are not bad.

However, one after another, one's mind and spirit were hit hard, which made one lose all hope.

Most of his sudden rush was to seek death, and he turned a blind eye to Changsha, which he could usually avoid, so Liu Hun succeeded easily.

Lying in the ice and snow, the cold from the ground slightly relieved the pain of the wound.

But at the same time, the black-clothed deacon felt that the body temperature was constantly being lost.

He knew this was because the wound was bleeding.

Seeing Han Long get off his horse, the black-clothed deacon laughed nervously:

"Ho, ho, you think that by killing me, you can settle the grudges between our two clans? Stop dreaming!"

Han Long squatted down, looked at the wound on the black-clothed deacon's shoulder, and then stretched out his hand to pin the black-clothed deacon, a look of satisfaction on his face.

In the current popular storybooks of Dahan, the villain who originally had a chance to win often said too many words in front of the injured or captured protagonist, so he was overturned by the protagonist.

Now he had a chance to win, and he happened to have a lot to say to his fellow man, so he wanted to make sure that he could kill the opponent at any time and that the opponent was unable to resist.

After confirming, he opened his mouth and said:

"I know, you North Koreans have long taken root in the grasslands, and you have people in countless tribes."

"I'll kill you today, but maybe another one will pop up tomorrow. Oh, it's so annoying."

The black-clothed deacon showed a sarcastic smile:

"It's good that you know."

Han Long didn't care, it had been like this for hundreds of years anyway.

He simply sat on the snow, lowered his head to the black-clothed deacon, and said with some emotion:

"Our South Korean population has never been as good as your North Korean population. Plus, after so many years of fighting, I'm actually a little tired of it."

"Actually, I have thought before that it might not be a relief to find the leader of the largest tribe on the grassland to die together one day."

The deacon in black was lying on the ground and could only look up at Han Long, but at this time, the power in his body was constantly draining, and he was pinned by the long spear, unable to move. He could only glare at Han Long and hissed:

"Then go ahead!"

Why don't you go?

Why are you here to stop me?

"It wasn't until I met Feng Junhou that I discovered that people can still live like this and do things like this."

Han Long clicked his tongue, and his expression and tone looked exactly like the biggest villain in the storybook near the finale.

The black-clothed deacon stared at Han Long. If his eyes could spit fire, he would have burned him to the point of leaving no ashes.

"Did you know? This time I followed the army from Pingcheng. Pingcheng has been digging charcoal from the ground in the past few years. Even the people can use charcoal to keep warm in the winter."

"This charcoal is really a good thing. After it is used up, there will be charcoal residue. The charcoal residue is used to pave roads, which is a good material. And some special charcoal dug out can also be used as artificial stone."

"Do you know what artificial stone is? Artificial stone usually looks like powder, but when exposed to water, it becomes as hard as solid stone. Whether it is used for paving roads or building houses, it is indeed the best."

Han Long rambled on, like an old woman, rambling here and there without knowing what he wanted to express.

"In Pingcheng, there are many roads paved with charcoal residue. Now they have extended beyond the fortress. I heard that they will be built all the way to the Waiguan Fortress built by the former Han Dynasty in the desert."

"Then they would also build forts with artificial stones on the Guan fortress ruins of the Former Han Dynasty. I have seen such forts in Liangzhou. From Juyan County to the fortress, along the Waiguan Fortress of the Former Han Dynasty, there were such forts along the way.

Fort.”

"The Wubao is built in a strange shape. It can station about five hundred soldiers. With the Wubao as the center, it can control a radius of 500 miles at least."

"The Han people's pastures outside the Great Wall were basically divided around this kind of fort."

As Han Long said this, he flipped his wrist and held a shining dagger in his hand.

He raised the dagger, and tapped the black-clothed deacon's forehead with the tip of the dagger, and then tapped several joints on his body.

"These forts are like nails, and those pastures are like ropes. You said, if all the forts can be built along the outer border in the future, what will the desert look like? It's really exciting!"

"Ho ho ho..."

The deacon in black was speechless and could only make a "ho ho" sound from his throat.

"By that time, the entire desert will be nailed to death. Just the wool on the grassland is enough for people to come here. Not to mention the furs, all kinds of meat, and medicinal materials..."

"Oh, by the way, did you know that there was an agriculturist in the Han Dynasty who was a strange woman. She once said that grinding bones into powder and retting it with dung and applying it to the soil can greatly increase the fertility of the soil."

"I heard that this method alone can increase food production by more than 30%. Now in the desert, even cattle and sheep bones are valuable things, tsk tsk!"

"Unlike the previous Han Dynasty, the Han Dynasty will never be able to give up the desert this time. Do you think that in addition to herding horses and sheep for the Hu people, will the Han people allow them to make a comeback?"

Han Long's tone became leisurely, "The desert barbarians are destined to be unable to stand up. I wonder what will happen to you North Koreans?"

The black-clothed deacon's eyes were widened to their maximum size. He used his last strength, but could only move his lips.

Seeing his appearance, Han Long smiled slightly:

"Do you feel unwilling to settle down and die in peace?"

"Hoo!"

"It's okay to die with your eyes closed. What I want is for you to die with your eyes open! If I really want you to die so easily, then who can I blame for all the hard work I have spent in my life?"

After Han Long said so much, he felt extremely relaxed.

The dagger in his hand mercilessly penetrated the heart of the black-clad deacon.

Then pull hard!

After making sure that the other party could no longer die, Han Long cut off the other party's head again.

The head that was lifted up was wide-eyed with anger, and it was true that he could not rest in peace.

After getting on his horse, Han Long said hello, and the people who brought back the horses from the distance followed him, raising a cloud of snow mist, and headed back to the west.

Singing came from afar:

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.

When it was over, he brushed off his clothes and went away, hiding his body and name.

…

"Hahaha, rejoice! rejoice!"

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The snow in the desert will not melt, and the weakening cold air is blocked by the Yinshan Mountains and Yanshan Mountains, preventing it from intruding into the fortress in large quantities.

The snow in Taiyuan has basically melted away, and spring is coming quietly.
To be continued...