Start with Blue Silver Grass

Chapter 610 Fighting
The sky was a little dark, and the thick clouds seemed unable to contain the ice and snow, so they simply let go and let it pour down.

When Lin Yi's team joined Li Jiancheng and others and rushed to "Danhan Mountain" more than [-] miles away, the cold and harsh environment made the [Xianbei] side not aware of the invitation from hell. Already delivered to your doorstep.Everyone is still nestled in their own large and small warm tents, either drinking spirits purchased from [Qinglin Traveling Merchant], or chewing fragrant beef and mutton.

After all, in such weather, let alone the Han people who have been in the Central Plains for a long time, even the Xianbei people who have lived in this bitter and cold place all year round will find it difficult to travel.

As for braving the wind and snow, the army went deep into the grassland and attacked the "Danhan Mountain" of the [Xianbei] royal court. In almost everyone's perception, it was just a dream.The thought doesn't even cross their minds.

From an ordinary person's point of view, that is not called taking risks, but forming a group to die.

What killed them was not the scimitars and bows in the hands of the Xianbei warriors, but the disorientation caused by the extremely cold temperatures and wind and snow.

Therefore, from the beginning of late autumn to the beginning of winter, until the next few months before the flowers bloom in spring, it is the quietest period both on the frontiers of the [Han Empire] and on the grasslands.

Being afraid of cold and heat is a biological instinct, and immunity from cold and heat is not an ability that most ordinary people in this world have.

And even a Tongli realm warrior at the fifth level of training can only guarantee that his mobility will be intact before his energy and blood are exhausted.But the more extreme the temperature, the faster the consumption of Qi and blood.If you run out of energy and blood and still stay in the ice and snow, death will inevitably come as expected.

Even Tan Shihuai's personal soldiers, the "Canglang Guards", cannot guarantee that they will be at peak combat strength at all times in such weather.

Although the first prerequisite for being selected into the "Blue Wolf Guard" is to have hundreds of kilograms of strength comparable to the third level of martial arts training.

However, strength is strength, and the secret martial art of transporting energy and blood is a secret treasure in the [Han Empire], not to mention this grassland where the inheritance is rough and scattered.

Cattle, sheep and horses gather together, and Han slaves prepare the fodder accumulated in advance for every meal every day and feed them on time.

The people of the tribe should eat and drink, even if they hug a few wives to exercise, it should be done. It is also what the tribe leaders are happy to see in the coming year to add more people to [Xianbei].

As the time came to around Shen hour, the sun, which was obscured by clouds in the sky, was setting in the west. Although the light was blocked, the sky and the earth were as dark as before, but the biting cold wind seemed to become more violent.

At the foot of "Tanhan Mountain", there is a group of large and small tents that stretch for dozens of miles horizontally and surround the foot of the mountain.

Suddenly, no matter what they were doing, they all felt the shaking of the earth at the same time.

When most of the herdsmen had not yet reacted, the guards who were specially arranged here ran out of the warm tents one by one in alertness, came into the blizzard, and looked outside the tribe.

What made their eyes wide open was that a torrent of steel was already very close at hand.

Not to mention that most of them were unarmed at the moment. Even if they were wearing armor and holding soldiers, if they were hit head-on by the charging cavalry, their outcome would be basically the same.

What's more, they didn't expect a surprise attack at all. Many of them were still naked, and some even pointed their guns at the oncoming enemy soldiers.Of course, no gun can survive three breaths, and all flying eagles will turn into earthworms.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides were in close combat, and with a small sound like a piece of silk being cut open, figures fell down together with screams.

Viewed from the sky, there is a black city wall in each of the east, west and south directions of "Danhan Mountain", breaking through the wind and snow between heaven and earth, crushing the large and small snow-white "steamed buns" at the foot of the mountain.

These "steamed buns" and the "meat stuffing" inside did not slow down the torrent of steel at all, perfectly embodying the artistic conception expressed by the two idioms of overwhelming and invincible.

Of course, [Xianbei], which can lay down a territory on the grassland that is comparable to the [Han Empire], will definitely not be just lambs to be slaughtered.

If the torrent of steel hadn't come suddenly and been blessed by the clouds of the army, they were like one body and could not be shaken by individual strength. These herdsmen, each of whom had strong labor force, would be qualified warriors if they mounted their horses and picked up their swords. They could bend their bows and arrows and shoot out. The continuous rain of arrows can even force a general to retreat from the Gang Qi realm!

At an unknown moment, a shrill cry suddenly rang out. Although it was instantly covered up by the torrent, the heart-rending "Enemy Attack——!" still had a little effect.

The thick layer of snow on the ground becomes solid under the trampling of horseshoes. It is also because of the buffering of the snow layer that the sound of thousands of galloping horses is weakened to a minimum.

The army, all in dark black armor, passed by, wiping away the dirt on the snow like a rag, but the more it was wiped, the messier it became.

Each of the three sides had nearly [-] cavalry armies, and they were tacitly divided into dozens of squads, large and small. Each squad was cruising on the vast battlefield, hunting those fleeing prey, or defeating sporadic counterattacks.

When the three armies rushed forward for nearly ten miles, enough well-dressed soldiers rushed out of the inner tent area and the larger tents.

As the barbed whip twitched, slaves with frozen hands and feet drove their horses to the generals.

A warrior general wearing an iron armor rarely seen in the grassland, holding a huge black nail-headed club, riding a blood-red demonized horse king, leading thousands of elite soldiers gathered around him, towards the enemy in the due east Galloping away.

Not long after, amidst the mighty roar of the burly and fierce warrior with a giant iron-clad club, the vanguard of the black-armored cavalry came, and a thousand-man team charged together with it.

For a moment, more and more frenzied sounds of fighting were heard, one after another, and in the flying snow, the blazing red light of blood mixed with armor, flesh, and weapons kept exploding.

In the chaos, an unstoppable figure was faintly visible.

Five or six long spears stabbed at him, the figure only swung the huge stick in his hand, and smashed the long spears with the iron stick with a terrifying sound. The master kills.

"@#￥%...&*￥#@——!"

The yelling and cursing characteristic of Xianbei could be heard endlessly, and the tone was full of contempt and anger.

The fighting was fast and fierce, and the members of this thousand-man team and the thousands of troops on the opposite side were visibly reduced in number.

A large number of living creatures fell down, and the surroundings were in a mess and dripping with blood. The close combat was so bloody and brutal.The temperature within a radius of several thousand meters is slightly higher than elsewhere.

At this moment, a thousand steps away from the battlefield, a high-spirited horse's cry suddenly sounded, like a yellow bell, instantly attracting the attention of everyone fighting.

Everyone heard the sound and looked around, only to see a young man with the same black armor, but a bigger body, rushing towards here on a bay red horse.

"Jiuyuan Lu Fengxian is here, the barbarian general will die——!!!"

　Good night~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)