I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Chapter 12 Blizzard Collapse
That's not all.

But Zhao Zheng was never easy to fool. In the Zhao Palace that was full of crises, in the Zhao Palace that hated the Qin people, he was able to survive without losing his limbs.

This shows that he has enough insight, insight into people's hearts.

What's more, Fan Yuqi, who brought him back to China, behaved like a ruffian. Zhao Zheng had already become vigilant when he asked Baitao's identity.

That's why he insisted on holding Baitao tightly along the way.

He was afraid that if he was not paying attention, this Fan Yuqi would steal the white peach, and he was also afraid that this Fan Yuqi would come to snatch it in the open.

Hiding his thoughts in his heart, Zhao Zheng said coldly, "Fan Yuqi, if she dies, I will die. If she lives, I will live. If I have something good or bad, how can you apologize to my father?"

He bit the word "father" hard, reminding him of his identity as a prince.

Fan Yuqi grinned grimly and said, "Okay! Gongzizheng, it depends on whether you can still have such a sense of loyalty!"

After finishing speaking, he grabbed Zhao Zheng's collar: "Little brat! Can you ride a horse?"

"meeting!"

"Okay! If you are from Qin, then you will see life and death immediately!"

"Shhhhh-"

The endless arrows tore through the air and shot at them pedestrians, falling from the head like a torrential rain.

This group of barbarians was huge in number, and they were attacking, as if they were prepared, they must be instigated by King Zhao.

Fan Yuqi let out a "bah": a group of turtle grandchildren riding horses, haunted.

Zhao Ji was also dragged out of the carriage. Because she had been in fear for a long time, the madness happened again, and she stretched out her long fingertips to scratch Fan Yuqi's face, "Zi Chu, are you going to lose again?" Damn me, don’t you! You heartless man, you abandoned your wife and son and returned to Qin to be your king, have a wedding, embrace a bride, have a wedding night, and have a newborn child!”

"Then what about me, Zhao Ji who was with you? Where am I?! Ah!"

The fingertips covered the head and covered the face, and there was no way to hide.

Fan Yuqi accepted it abruptly: Bah!unlucky.

He threw the skinny woman on the horseback of the dead man, "If you have meritorious escorts, you will be rewarded, no, hmph, go back and ask for your heads!"

The dead soldiers said in unison: "Yes! General!"

Fan Yuqi stayed on the carriage, and there was a dead man driving beside him.

There were quite a few people on this carriage, and the group of barbarians with dog noses could tell from the depth of the wheel marks, that he was as strong as a bull, and there was still room for a top three.

"Run faster and draw their attention away!"

"Yes, General!"

The Xiongnu chasing up from behind saw the marks of cart wheels and messy horseshoe marks, and they split into two groups.

As a result, the pressure on Zhao Zheng's pedestrians suddenly dropped a lot, but there is an old saying in the desert that there is a season when beggars bloom, but no one knows when the horse thief will come.

This group of barbarians plundered countless times, and they were vicious. Besides, if you compete with them in chasing and fighting, you are using your own weaknesses to smash the opponent's strengths, which is tantamount to hitting a stone with a pebble.

Then it's down to luck.

Maybe it's not just luck alone.

They are all dead soldiers who can only obey orders and ask for orders. Zhao Zheng, who was surrounded by them, became the caller.

The horse stepped on a plain, and Zhao Zheng looked out calmly, and saw a snow-capped mountain forest within dozens of miles.

"One of them went to the west and south to bring reinforcements, while the rest lured the Hu people into the jungle, forced them to dismount, and fought in close combat."

"Yes, son!"

This is indeed a good idea. The road conditions in the snow-capped snow-capped mountain forest are much more complicated than those on the plains. There are staggered branches everywhere, and the snow dripping down. You have to bend over on the horse.

It doesn't matter whether your equestrian skills are so good that you have reached grandma's house, if you want to go in, you have to get off the horse.

Otherwise, you have to take a walk to grandma's house.

As expected, the group of barbarians stopped their horses. They had red hair and blue eyes, deep eyes and high noses.His forehead, which had been tanned in the desert, glowed dimly under the light of the white snow.

The leader at the head said in nonsense: "After chasing for so long and still not catching up, could it be that the sorceress is blessing them?"

"There is only one sorceress, who protects us barbarians. What does it have to do with these Han people!" Someone retorted.

"Then to chase or not to chase?"

"Prince Zhao said that if you die, you need to see people and see corpses. You can get two hundred women and more than ten boxes of gold and silver treasures if you kill a little boy. With these, everyone will hold women in their arms and drink kumiss in winter, and they will not die of hunger. , what are you afraid of! Chase, must chase!"

"Okay! After finishing this vote, go back and reward the woman!"

This group of barbarians picked up their scimitars, got off the horses they depend on most for survival, and followed their footprints through the snowy forest.

Relying on the fact that they have more than 30 people and the opponent has only seven dead soldiers left, they are blindly confident. Unexpectedly, they underestimate the enemy.

This must be a tough decision.

But the burning civilization of their barbarians can't support their wise decision-making, and it makes them unable to understand the strategies that these Han people have been familiar with.

Zhao Zheng wrapped the sleepy white peach in a big cloak, carefully placed it next to the broken dead wood, and covered it with snow.

The dead man next to him threw him a long sword, and he held it tightly, blocking in front of him.

This is his first actual combat, or the first real resistance.

He lived in exile in HD's market since he was a child, and his mother abandoned him like a shoe.

Whenever she had conflicts with other Zhao people, no matter whether he could fight well or not, Zhao Ji would just scold him, Zhao Zheng, don't provoke trouble.

Don't provoke right and wrong, be patient.

Because the current situation does not allow, Zhao Zheng can only bear the edge, but from now on, he will never bear unnecessary suffering again.

No matter what, he must win this time.

Zhao Zheng followed the dead men around him and lay in ambush in the snowdrifts. They were all elites of the Qin State who were selected from a hundred miles. Not only could they travel a hundred miles a day, and it would be no problem to fight one against ten, and they could also adapt to various climates.

Not far away, Zhao Ji was guarded by a dead man, knowing that the situation was urgent, she regained consciousness a lot and gritted her teeth not daring to move.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" there was a strong wind blowing in the snowy forest.

The situation suddenly became worse, and there was a blizzard. The snowstorm was like a knife blade, scraping people's cheeks, wishing to scrape off a layer of skin.

Time passed slowly.

Zhao Ji was the first to be so cold that she couldn't stand it anymore. She was shivering uncontrollably, and she didn't feel anything in her ears, as if she was about to freeze.

She bit her tongue, and saw a Hu Bing approaching beside him. That Hu Bing was half-squinted by the snow, even if he squinted his eyes, his eyes were extremely cruel, the eyes only of the most vicious people.

He turned his head in Zhao Ji's direction.

"what!"

Zhao Ji staggered in fright and cried out.

"brush--"

That Hu Bing reacted so quickly, almost at the same time, whether he saw it clearly or not, he swung the hidden weapon in his hand towards Zhao Ji.

"Pfft."

The dead man desperately stepped forward to block the fatal wound for Zhao Ji, the hidden weapon was poisoned, and the dead man died immediately.

There were only six of the seven dead men left, and Zhao Ji and Zhao Zheng had to be protected in the blizzard, and the situation became serious.

But there is no way, there is no way out.

Seeing the exposure, the dormant dead soldiers jumped up one after another, attacked and eliminated more than a dozen Hu Bing from behind, and the Hu Bing who had reacted immediately entangled him wholeheartedly.

"Zheng—"

Hu Dao vs. long sword, the fight began, and wailing rang out from the snow mountain.

But the dead soldiers can't entangle themselves wholeheartedly, they have to protect Zhao Ji, who is powerless and screaming, but Zhao Zheng's sharp skills can also help a lot, which makes them breathe a sigh of relief.

From being attacked by surprise to being intercepted head-on.

Hu Bing's strikes were more vicious than the last. If they lost this time, it would be fine if they died. Their wives and children might not survive this winter.

So it's all slashing and killing.

"Brothers, just kill that brat! Kill him!" Hu Bing yelled mournfully.

The dead soldiers also went all out, but they were a bit clumsy after all. Seeing that the situation was not good, they protected Zhao Ji and Zhao Zheng and said, "Young master! Ma'am! Run!"

Zhao Zheng was also red-eyed. He suffered two slashes on his arm and a stab wound in his abdomen. He was almost numb from the pain.

In this case, he still has to take the unconscious Baitao out of the snowdrift, hold her in his arms, "Let's go!"

In this case, do you still need to bring a burden?

The dead soldiers were extremely puzzled by Gong Zizheng's behavior, but they couldn't dissuade them, so they could only retreat while protecting him, "Young Master, whether you can live or not depends on the destiny."

Destiny?

Zhao Zheng has never believed in heaven or destiny, and at this moment the blizzard in the snow forest was getting bigger, and all the scenes in front of him seemed to be being destroyed, cut into jagged shapes.

The wind roared like a charge, as if it wanted to blow everyone away.

Zhao Zhengben was a young man who had exhausted his strength and lost too much blood just now, and now he was even more unstable. He fell to the ground by the wind and snow and rolled downhill.

"Son!"

"Son!"

Even the shouts were dissipated by the snowstorm, and they could not be heard clearly any further away.

(End of this chapter)