The Mongolian people are a powerful nation that came out of the white water and black mountains.

To put it bluntly, they are savages who survive in harsh environments.

Relying on their strong bodies and their resilience to face harsh environments since childhood, they fight against the weather, hunger, and wild beasts.

When the warrior named Hu Hake stood up, unified the tribes of the Meng Yuan people and became the emperor, the Meng Yuan people began to fight against the Chu state.

Zhang Guang was still very young and had not experienced the difficult life before the founding of the People's Republic of China. However, as he was born further north, he was familiar with the weather and the deep mountains and old forests.

Not only Zhang Guang, but also the soldiers under his command.

When it first started snowing, Zhang Guang and his soldiers didn't care. Although Liaodong was warmer than Mengyuan, it was not much better. It was normal for heavy snowfall in winter.

But when they wake up after a night's sleep, they feel sour.

On Mangya Mountain.

The spring water in the cave is still flowing out. It is not affected by the cold weather and has water all year round.

The granary in the military camp is built tall and strong, and can save food for thirty-five days.

Guarding the mountaintop, with water, food, and soldiers, it should not be a problem at all.

But Zhang Guang's face was ugly, and he was a little depressed even though he was ugly.

In the mountain village, the rock he stood on yesterday was already covered with white snow. Even if the snow was cleared away, he would not dare to stand on it.

It will be very slippery.

If it falls, you may be seriously injured.

This is not the scariest thing.

The scary thing is that the sky seems to be broken, and heavy snow is still falling. The wind is so strong that it hurts people's eyes.

The endless mountains around are covered with thick white snow.

The snow in the village was constantly being cleared by the soldiers, so it was hard to tell. But once you walked out of the camp, you could tell that the snow had reached the level of half an adult's calf.

Zhang Guang and the Meng Yuan soldiers both knew what this meant.

It's not impossible for them to go out if they want, but it will definitely be difficult. Will Wu Nian watch from the side? Will he watch them clear the snow and go out?

The most important thing is that reinforcements can't come in.

They were trapped without reinforcements.

I chose a hilltop, thinking that there would be water and food to last me until reinforcements came in.

Unexpectedly, I dug a big hole for myself.

"It can't rain anymore, otherwise it will be over." Zhang Guang stood under the gray sky, listening to the biting wind, looking up at the falling snow, and his whole body started to tremble.

Neither he nor his soldiers were convinced.

If Wu Nian dares to face them head-on, they will definitely win.

Wu Nian is an insidious villain who only knows how to hide in the city and make small moves.

Even if there are only three hundred people.

If Wu Nian dared to fight him openly, he would rush in and kill him. With the strength of 300 men, he would fight Wu Nian to the death.

He firmly believes that he will win.

But even though he was so confident, he lacked the confidence to resist in the face of God.

"Oh my god, please don't let it snow again." Zhang Guang couldn't control it anymore. He knelt on the ground, opened his arms, raised his head to the sky, and begged.

Helpless like a little pitiful person.

After all, the Mongolians were also ancient people.

Very superstitious.

Seeing Zhang Guang kneeling down, all the soldiers also put down their weapons and knelt on the ground, praying to the sky that it would not snow again.

I really can't stand it anymore.

Does the sky have self-awareness? No one dares to pat their chests and guarantee it. But it does not respond to Zhang Guang.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa."

The north wind howled, causing the trees to sway. The snow on the trees fell with it.

The snow is also falling heavier and heavier.

Even if the universe really has self-awareness, why would it want to be an ant?

It snowed for three days and three nights.

Zhang Guang was also in despair for two days and two nights.

This morning, a ray of sunshine rose from the east, and the snow finally stopped. Zhang Guang, who had not slept a wink all night, was sitting in the tent, drinking wine.

There was a brazier standing in the center of the tent. The fire brought warmth to his body, but it could not dispel the chill in his heart.

Zhang Guang's face was ugly and his complexion was bluish-white. He looked exactly like what he said in the photo book.

A sign of great misfortune. A bloody disaster.

Inside the village, the soldiers were feebly cleaning up the gifts God sent last night and transporting snow by the truckload.

A centurion hurriedly entered the tent and reported to Zhang Guang: "Sir, the spies are back. Now the snow outside has reached around the knees. It is difficult for us to go down the mountain. The original paths extending in all directions are covered with snow.

Covered and artificially blocked.”

"On the three main roads, Wu Nian built simple checkpoints with wood and stone, and they were heavily guarded. We were trapped."

At the end of the sentence, the centurion trembled all over. This is a place of death.

They are not far from death.

"Hey. As expected. If I were Wu Nian, I would do the same thing." Zhang Guang smiled, grabbed the wine glass with his right hand, and wanted to drink, but he didn't know whether it was fear or lack of strength after staying up late.

Shaking, the wine glass fell to the ground.

His face was full of fear.

Not everyone is not afraid of death.

In the frontal fighting, the Meng Yuan people were not afraid of death. Even if they faced ten times the Han army, they knew that they had a chance of winning.

To have a chance of winning, you have to not be afraid of death.

But what is now in front of Zhang Guang is a dead end.

There was no chance of life. Of course he was afraid.

"Sir, please give me an idea, what should we do now." The centurion knelt on the ground and looked up at Zhang Guang, his eyes full of hope.

"There is no way. The snow is so thick now. If we bring supplies, the horses and cars will get stuck. It will be troublesome and difficult to clear the snow. If we don't bring supplies, we won't survive for a few days in such a cold weather.

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"Even if we make a desperate move and attack the temporary pass he set up, we won't be able to defeat it."

"We can't even take down Beishan Fort easily, let alone the pass he set up in a dangerous place?"

"Now we can only wait. Divide the food that was originally destined for thirty-five days into fifty-day portions. If necessary, kill the horses and wait for General Jin to come and save us."

Zhang Guang sighed, stood up unsteadily, came to the door, looked up at the sky, and said, "I hope it won't snow again."

If Jinhuan Mountain is clearing snow and obstacles while entering the mountain now, it will take fifty days to reach Beishan Fort.

But if Jinhuan Mountain is advancing, it will snow.

That's hard to say.

But Zhang Guang felt that God would not help him.

If God had helped him, it wouldn't have snowed for three days and three nights in a row.

If you didn’t help before, can you still count on God now?

Zhang Guang regrets it now.

I regret why they didn’t bring more food. They obviously had auxiliary troops and carts. There is absolutely no problem in bringing more food.

This is all arrogance.

They all thought the battle could be resolved quickly, but they didn't expect it to turn out like this.

It's fine now.
Chapter completed!