Country and Beauty

At the moment, Rou Ran had no political issues to deal with. Although they also held court meetings like the Han Dynasty, they had nothing to discuss and had no choice but to change the topic to one of drinking and revelry.

In the Age of Cold Weapons, the riders' shooting skills were terrifying, if they could get advanced equipment. If that was the case, he would definitely be able to unleash an astonishing amount of combat strength. It was not impossible for him to be invincible in this world.

This point had already been proven by history. It was not the Huns, it was not the Turks, it was the Mongols. The world has changed, the nomadic peoples in northern China has changed one after another. Huns, fresh green, Turkic, and Chidan. Valkyrie, Mongolia. Although they were of different races, they had their own unique characteristics. They would only stoop down to the ground, not create an advanced civilization or technology. Even though the nomadic peoples was good at riding and shooting. Although the Hun, Yu-Zhuo, and Turkic powers were at one time tyrannical, in the end they were all exterminated by China. At this time, due to the fall of the Huns and the fall of the Xiangru, the Rou Family became more powerful. They were unwilling to hide in the bitter cold lands of the north and began to plot a strategy to advance towards the south. Relatively speaking, their gentle military equipment was even worse than Xianbei member's. However, due to their inborn advantage in physique, they had once dominated the desert and rushed to the Great Prairie.

The moment Ziche Lu's words were spoken, the Imperial Advisor, Gong Ke, hastily said: "Khan, the blizzard this year is much heavier than previous years, so passing the severe winter is a very difficult thing for us to do. But regardless of whether the Qin State wins, or the Yan State wins, it is good for us, you can send someone out to wait for an opportunity to attack the outskirts of the Phellodendron, and if the Yan State wins, my army will assist the Yan Jun in pummeling the Qin Army. If the Qin Army wins, we will rely on the Qin Army and exchange for some winter supplies! "

Right at this moment, Ziche Lu said to Luo Chen with a smile, "The Chinese have a good saying, when two tigers are fighting, there is bound to be a wound. We can take advantage of the fact that the Yan Jun and the Qin Army are both injured and seize even more slaves and valuables.

Just as the gentle person was scheming to obtain their benefits for the sake of the Yan Qin dispute, Xie Fei had also welcomed his first snow under the Phellodendron. The Qin Army's camp was covered in snow and dressed in white. It looked like a white mountain. Other than the Qin Army's patrols, the rest of the soldiers were hiding in their tents to protect themselves from the cold. The winter in the north was very cold, and there were no major events. The people would not come out to walk, as it was too cold. There were only a few people.

With the snow falling so heavily, it was already impossible for them to train normally. In Xie Fei's tent, Xie Fei, Beigong Chun, Du Ceng, Wang Meng and the others were all gathered together. Of course, they were not together to study military strategies, but were instead drinking and overjoyed together like the Xianbei member.

A large fire was set up in the middle of the tent, with a large iron pot hanging from the fire and beef and lamb meat cooking in it. Xie Fei and the others surrounded the iron pot, the typical style of banquets in the Han Dynasty and Jin Dynasty. They were each in a separate case and each of them had their own way of eating. However … Xie Fei and the others were different, he was not used to this kind of feast. The snow sealed off the mountains. The sky was cold and the earth was freezing. Eating the hotpot and drinking the highly pure fragrant wine were without a doubt beautiful matters.

At this time, Du Ceng raised her white porcelain wine cup and said to Xie Fei: "Your Highness, cheers!"

Du Ceng's voice was loud and resounding, shocking everyone's eardrums. Her face was flushed and she was slightly tipsy.

Ignoring Xie Fei's reaction, he opened his mouth wide and drank it all in one go, just like a drinker. He then lit up the bottom of the cup skillfully.

Xie Fei also felt the alcohol surge up, and he felt a bit tipsy. Smiling, he picked up his earcup and finished it in one gulp. As a descendant of the military, Xie Fei's alcohol capacity was not small. To the ancient people who were used to drinking low alcohol, Xie Fei's alcohol capacity was undoubtedly the best.

Beigong Chun picked up his spoon, carried his wine and laughed: "The snow this year is really heavy."

"It's a good year, next year. The crops will grow well. " Xie Fei continued.

"Our days are going to be good, but Xianbei member's life will be hard!" Du Ceng lifted his ear cup. She downed it in one gulp. "In my opinion, there must be a big snowstorm in this kind of snow. With such a heavy snowfall this year, this snowstorm will not only freeze the poor cows and sheep to death. "The prince burned thousands of miles of grassland to become a barren land, and in the next year, he will starve."

"Ha ha!" Zu Ti laughed heartily, his spirits soaring: "A huge snowstorm, equivalent to a huge army of one hundred thousand!"

The bitter cold in the northeast, the short growing season of the plants, is a shortage of forage, cattle and sheep not enough to eat. Ox and sheep were the Xianbei member's food. If there was not enough grass, there would not be much meat, and there would not be a lot of food. Even under normal circumstances, Xianbei member would feel sad when it came to winter.

In the event of a snowstorm, it was common for cattle and sheep to be frozen to death. Once the cattle and sheep died from the cold, the Xianbei member's food would become a huge problem.

The disaster caused by a snowstorm was no less than that caused by a hundred thousand soldiers. Perhaps, it was even more so.

In order to solve the disaster. They could only muster troops and go to the Han territory to kidnap and plunder. Therefore, every time a snowstorm struck, the Han Dynasty was ready to fight against the poor. The bigger the snow disaster, the more ferocious and fierce the attack.

This did not start in the Han Dynasty, but during the Spring and Autumn War. At that time, the Northern Hu people and the Huns passed on the losses caused by the snowstorm through war to the three countries of Qin, Yan and Zhao. Today, it is still the same way. Only, they were transferred to the Jin Dynasty.

The northern lands were covered in a thousand li of ice and snow. As far as the eye could see, there was pure white snow everywhere. A silver world. Shuo Feng roared, and the sky was covered in flying snow. He lost three million pieces of armour, it was truly a spectacular sight to behold.

"Zhizhi!" In the wind, the sound of light footsteps could be heard. A person was walking on the snowy ground with one foot high and one foot shallow. The snow on the Great Prairie was not an inch deep, but was about half a foot thick. It would leave a deep footprint.

This person was extremely tall. He was thin, pale, and had disheveled hair. His pair of large eyes were lifeless, dull, and gray, almost like the eyes of a dead person. The fur coat on his body was in tatters and was about to shatter. It can only cover the body. As the cold wind blew, they couldn't help but shiver, their teeth chattering. A "ge ge" sound was heard.

Walk. His footsteps wobbled. It seemed to be floating. This kind of floating. It wasn't because he was floating with joy. It was just that his body could not endure it and could not support it. He seemed to be drunk, swaying back and forth. Finally, without stopping, he fell to the ground. The man fell to the ground on all fours, his hands and knees propping themselves up in the snow. He tried to get up, but could not get up for a long time.

If Zhuge Mingyue was here, her eyeballs would have smashed a hole in the snow. This man was actually Murong Ke, who had been injured by the Heaven Bombing grenade when Jiangyou City was beheading him, but luckily he had a group of loyal subordinates under his command, who ignored their own lives and saved Murong Ke, allowing Murong Ke to escape Jiangyou City.

Murong Ke was battered and exhausted, who would have thought that the great General of Yan State, Murong Huai's grandson, would actually be in such a sorry state. He was a living dragon and a living tiger by herself. Her skills were extraordinary, she actually couldn't even get up from the ground.

"Cough cough" Murong Ke started coughing as she spat out a red thing from her mouth. It was bright red like blood, and it formed a stark contrast against the pure white snow.

When Murong Ke escaped Jiangyou City, she still had 300-400 guards by his side, but as the citizens of Qin State responded to Xie Fei's order to kill them all. Therefore, when the citizens of Qin State attacked them together, Murong Ke's three hundred to four hundred guards all died in battle in order to protect Murong Ke. Originally, Murong Ke had more than ten thousand elite troops by his side, and even Yan State had plotted against Gao Xu, but now that Gao Xu was dead, and all of the ten thousand elite troops were dead, Murong Ke was left with only herself.

Murong Ke was not an easy person to give up on. In such a difficult environment, he was still thinking about how she could survive and take revenge.

Murong Ke lay on the snowy ground for a long time, slowly recovering some of her strength. He slowly sat up, but just as he thought about it, following a wave of dizziness, her eyes darkened and fell back onto the ground.

He was so hungry that it was freezing cold in the winter. Even if Murong Ke wanted to eat the grass, he wouldn't be able to dig out the frozen ground.

After crawling for half a day, he had only walked about three to four kilometers and at this time, he did not have a single ounce of strength left in his body. Just as Murong Ke was about to give up, his hand touched a soft object and Murong Ke reached out with his hand. Amidst the flying snowflakes, the corners of his clothes were revealed even more. It was actually Chinese clothes, completely different from nomadic peoples's fur coat, it should be Chinese.

Freshness also loved silk. However … The Xianbei member liked to make fur coats out of silk, not Chinese muslin. It was very common for the Han people to get lost in the plains. If they were Chinese, they could find food. Murong Ke was overjoyed. Murong Ke's mind was uplifted, she grabbed onto the man's arm, it was cold to the touch, but it was not stiff. Murong Ke wanted to look for food, so she did not mind.

With a bit of strength, this person pulled out half of his body from the ground. Murong Ke used both of his hands to feel around in this person's clothes, and really did find some food for him to eat. Take it out and look at it. It was actually a biscuit. However, due to the cold weather, it was now as hard as a stone and cold to the touch.

Murong Ke ignored everything and quickly took off that person's clothes and wore it on her body. This way, it would be much warmer.

At that moment, Murong Ke realized that the person still had a weak breath, and was not completely dead.

Murong Ke was ecstatic, she immediately took out a small knife and cut open the man's neck, causing hot blood to immediately gush out, Murong Ke immediately moved her mouth closer, and started drinking large mouthfuls of human blood.

Inside Murong Huai's royal tent, Murong Huai looked down at the lords and leaders of the various tribes, as well as the generals of the various tribes who had sworn a blood oath before, and said coldly: "There's a cloud to their military strategies, a cloud to their surprise, and their attacks unguarded. Now that the snow has sealed the mountain and the sky is freezing, I have decided to take advantage of the heavy snow to launch a counterattack on the Qin Army.

The generals immediately shouted in unison, "We shall follow the King's orders!"

Murong Huai laughed, "Very good! "Let's all go down and pack up. We'll leave in two hours!"

"Yes sir!" The generals responded in unison.

After the generals left the camp, Murong Huai sighed in exhaustion.

Xie Fei stood on top of the watchtower, looking at the Phellodendron's fresh and inferior camp, a raging fighting spirit ignited in his chest, and at the same time, he felt a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. During the period of chaos and chaos, when there was a massacre, although the Huns was brutal, but compared to the Xianbei member, who was much more merciful, Xie Fei only had one goal in mind, to completely destroy the Xianbei member and not leave behind any calamities for his descendants.

Originally, Xie Fei did not have a good impression towards the Korean. After experiencing the shameless incidents of the envoys from the three Han Kingdoms, Xie Fei decided to resolve the issue from the very beginning. Xie Fei started to formulate a preliminary plan in his mind, and just as Xie Fei was thinking about thousands of things, a sentry shouted, "Look! Xianbei member is moving! "

Xie Fei came back to reality and used his binoculars to look at the camp, only to see people flowing in and out, seemingly very busy. Xie Fei could not help but frown.

"Your Highness, is the enemy going to attack again?" Shi Yue came to Xie Fei's side and asked. Although the Xianbei member appeared to be very busy, their actions were slightly different from before.

What Xie Fei saw was that the Xianbei member had actually placed the old and weak herdsmen at the very front of the troop, and then the army. Xie Fei nodded, and said: "Right now, the Xianbei member should be retaliating with her life on the line!"

"Your Highness, what should we do?" Shi Yue asked.

Xie Fei said coldly: "Pass down the order, all departments are to immediately prepare to fight against the enemy, inform the soldiers, no one is to be merciful towards the Xianbei member in front."