Spring in northern Xinjiang comes very late, while summer lasts very short, and you will leave if you are not careful. The cold winter is covered with cold waves. A few days ago, there was even a slightly less meaningful little snow, which fell on the armor and formed a thin frost, which was very cold.

Bailifeng reached out and rubbed his frozen face, and let out a breath of white breath.

The continuous snow-capped mountains in the distance were shrouded in a deep black cloud. He had been here for a long time. The passage of time in places like Northern Xinjiang would have a special feeling. He almost felt that he had been here for most of his life.

He looked at the snow mountain blankly, and after a while, Bailifeng rubbed his nose.

It's about to snow.

The front lines between the Northern Xinjiang and the Great Qin Protectorate have lasted for a full seven months.

Most of the time, both sides were just testing. In the early stage, a thousand-man divine iron cavalry wandered inside the Northern Hungarians, which effectively restrained the supply line of the Huns. The famous Qin general Sima Cuo attacked extremely rapidly. In two months, he pushed the front forward a hundred miles.

During the past twenty years, the Protectorate has had excellent relations with major foreign countries.

The willingness to open the market has also won a limit on the export of salt, iron and drug. When the weather is severely cold, the soldiers are even allowed to escort merchants and herdsmen in other countries back. As for the reward, you only need to eat good meat and drink wine around the fire.

The great gentlemen who read poetry and books in the Central Plains criticized Sima Cuo for his actions more than once, but were all taken lightly by the fact that they had been indifferent. At this moment, twenty years of friendship has become a great advantage, and the rest place built for merchants and herdsmen in the past has been transformed into a war post.

Resources are not entirely reliant on the Central Plains, but are borrowed directly from various countries.

The time consumed is only one tenth of the original one.

In the time difference that the Northern Hungarian nobles had never expected, Sima Cuo, who had always been calm, seemed to be a tiger out of the box, wielding his army straight down, catching the northern border off guard like lightning.

The seven countries in the Central Plains fought in chaos, and major generals emerged one after another. Sima Cuo was able to stand at the top ranks, and his height in general and tactical situations was far beyond the level of northern borders. Once the place was captured, the engineers of the Mo family of the Qin Dynasty could only build a simple acropolis in three days and nights.

Just like nails, a large area of ​​grassland in the northern border was divided.

It was not until Shan Xinglan appeared that the decline in the northern border ended, and Sima Cuo's tactics immediately changed from a rapid and strong attack to a focus on defending. No matter how Shan Xinglan called the formation, he just defended himself, took off his armor and studied every day, and did not take action. Neither side could do anything to each other, and the front line entered a relatively smooth stage.

Shan Xinglan commanded the cavalry to rush like a group of wolves, and the Northern Hungary even pushed the front back thirty miles.

Sima Cuo was completely opposite to the strategy at the beginning. He ordered that once he contacted Shan Xinglan, he would not have to fight hard and would withdraw directly, and even the Acropolis could be abandoned. Although many generals were puzzled, they all obeyed the orders and acted according to their plans.

Within one month, the Northern Hungarians' momentum was greatly shocked, and the name of Shan Xinglan's military god resounded throughout the grassland.

Every grassland, every pasture, every herd of cattle and sheep can hear the loud singing of the herdsmen and sing the military gods of the northern border.

The second month, 70% of the Great Qin Cialis were destroyed, and the court was in an uproar.

After March, the Northern Hungarian King ordered the royal Khan to take over the military power of Shan Xinglan.

The military god Shan Xinglan was transferred back to the interior and blocked Yuhu Mountain.

At that time, the first snow fell in the northern border, and the vast white covered the entire world. Sima Cuo, who had been reading the book for three months, stood under the main tent in his battle robe, looking at the snow mountain from afar. After removing the armor, Sima Cuo looked just a sturdy old man. After all, he was in his fifties, with his eyes calm, and said:

"Has Shan Xinglan removed?"

The deputy general next to him promised.

The old man looked at Luo Xue quietly. After a while, he patted Luo Xue on his shoulder and said with a smile:

"Do you know where the biggest opponent of the general is?"

The deputy general thought about it, and the old man asked this, the answer was definitely not the enemy general, so he answered cautiously:

"In the heaven and the time, if you don't have the heaven and the time, you will be defeated. If you don't have the right place, you may have the possibility of taking advantage of it. It is still in harmony with the people. If everyone's hearts and minds are one, you can defeat everything and fight invincible, and finally the enemy generals."

"Man can defeat himself, and then he will defeat others."

The old man just smiled without answering.

Then the next day, the parents and children were sent to leave the front line with their most beloved grandson and entered the city of Tianjing. They entered the court and asked the Ministry of War to allocate financial and material supplies. The lion spoke very much. In those days, the whole court said that the Grand Governor Sima Chou was old and that he would make more money in the last battle and benefit his descendants.

Even political enemies think that Sima is mistaken for starting a war lightly and not sure of winning, so they send their descendants back so as not to die on the battlefield.

However, when he was in the same room as his disciple, Zhou Fengyue, the secretary of the Tianjing City, said that Sima Cuo was the first-class smart man. The emperor laughed and waved his hand to send all the supplies requested by Sima Cuo to the front line. His son and the prince were friends and stayed in Tianjing City for a while. His grandson and the emperor's eldest grandson "Li Changxing" went to the Imperial Academy to listen.

After receiving the news in the court, Sima Cuo fixedly looked at the shadow of the mountains in the distance and stood overnight.

On the second day, Daqin opened the entire line, the knife was unsheathed, and the crossbow was wound.

The Qin Protectorate, who was ordered by the old man to hide his head for three months, was so arrogant.

Within one month, more than 70 settlements in the northern border tents were located.

The Northern Army God, who had already returned to Yuhu Mountain, returned to the front line from Yuhu and broke through numerous blockades. After a day, the Iron Cavalry of the Great Qin finally stopped. While the Iron Cavalry was patrolling the Iron Cavalry and fighting with the Northern Eagle Cavalry, the Mo family who surrendered to Qin almost never sleeps.

In a month and a half, a city wall that stretched for dozens of miles was built, and one side was connected to the snow-capped mountains and glaciers.

The buffer zone that the Northern Hungarian King was proud of back then was almost torn to pieces. It was precisely because there were almost no settlements on the 100-mile grassland that supplies were not easy and empty. You could find the Qin Light Cavalry that broke into it, but in the face of such a dignified front-line advancement, it was extremely fragile.

Sima Cuo stood outside the central army's tent and looked up at the North Hungarian Holy Mountain that was getting closer and closer.

During the turbulent battles of the Seven Kingdoms, this general, who had always been known for his calmness, used his more than 20 years to reach the first rank, or even a prince of a different surname, to exchange for hundreds of years of victory, and his eyes were still calm.

After more than twenty years of hard work, the Qin light cavalry fought bloody battles, so that every nail could hit the most painful place in the Huns. Every nail would be driven, and every nail would have many years of thinking and choices.

Only after twenty years of polishing can we achieve the thunderous attack at the beginning.

Only after twenty years of non-competition or robbery can the mighty emperor not be suspicious.

Twenty years ago, he was still black in his hair and worked hard. Now he was covered in snow-white head, not much worse than that of Yuhu Mountain. No one could see that in these twenty years of hard work, all people saw was the last momentum. Youzhu in Jiangnan Road was less than a few inches long in twenty years. When the time came, it grew year by year and suddenly became a forest.

Sima touched his white hair by mistake and looked at the grassland around him.

In the end, the face between the Huns was torn apart, and the next was a head-on battle that neither side could avoid. Even if the Northern Huns feared the highly respected military god in the army, they would not fall into his previous plan at this time. They would call Dan Xinglan back, and even abdicate him as the Yizi King, allowing him to lead his army to fight against the Qin Dynasty.

Sima misunderstood the iron hoof tremors that he heard when he was young, and the fires burning in the village when he was hiding in the mountains. Although he was old, he still had a terrifying evil spirit. Lian Po was old and still had courage. He was steady all his life. In the end, he had to use this battle as the end of his life to be able to return to his house and lie down and put down his weapons.

He always felt that when the general died, he put down his weapons.

After that, no matter how long he lived, he would be considered dead. If he could do so, he would be willing to die in the last battle after the world was pacified.

He thought that you, Wang Tiance, took off a rib of the Jiangdong family with his own strength, helped the dragon to take office and ended with the court, and was free and easy. You left the world in the battlefield, shot the world and killed the first general, stepped on the Taoist gate, and forced Kunlun to go down the mountain with the last sword. I drank the Ma Yuhu Mountain with the power of one army, and ensured the stability of the Central Plains for three hundred years without external troubles. How could you be lost?

The old man thought of the two rivals who were both enemies and friends and murmured softly:

"It is said that famous scholars are romantic and swordsmen are romantic."

"I want me to say that it is also a kind of destiny to defend my country..."

"It's a bit hard, but how come it's gone?"

The old man sighed, and the white air was frost and snow.

A general suddenly came to report that the Huns' cavalry began to shrink back.

Sima Cuo frowned and suddenly thought of something.

………………………………………

The flying eagle hovered in the clean sky, then restrained its wings and fell down, and stopped on the arm of a young man with thin face and towering cheekbones. Qibing Heli's face darkened. He looked at Gongsun Jing, who was in charge and said, "...Brother Gongsun, the Huns cavalry has contracted."

Gongsun Jing nodded and said in his heart that it was indeed here.

During this period, they wandered inside the northern border, causing a lot of trouble for the Northern Huns. However, because of Gu Qinghan's light skills and the falcons tamed by Qiheli, they could always detect the opponent's counterattack in time, avoid the large group of people, and specifically find trouble for small settlements, and replenish supplies on the spot.

There was a tight spot in the past period, and no one could catch them. So he cut off several supplies from the Northern Hungarians in the rear, causing the morale to be depressed on the front line. In the end, there were tens of thousands of people, and indirectly participated in the large group battle with hundreds of thousands of exhibitors. Only more than 800 light cavalry remained, which was useless.

Now when the other party retreated, they actually wrapped themselves in an arc. Gongsun Jing had fought many dealings with the Northern Huns. Qin and the Hungarians were originally enemies. At this moment, the Northern Huns generals were from the royal family. They were angry and were probably planning to encircle them.

With what they did during this period, it was hard to die if they fell into the hands of the Huns.

At this moment, he had eliminated eight hundred Qingtao cavalry and two thousand ordinary people, all of whom were the serfs who had been robbed by the borders over the years and were rescued by them. Gongsun Jing did not leave these people to die, but took them to transfer.

But if this continues, it will hit the main force of the Huns, with about 3,000 people. If even a splash cannot emerge, it will be completely strangled and wiped out, and it will be killed simply and neatly.

After receiving the news, Qingtao cavalry passed in the opposite direction of the main force of the Huns, but the Huns seemed to have made up their minds to find them before the tens of thousands of retreated troops belonged to each unit. They were increasingly struggling to hide. They bumped into patrolling cavalry several times, and finally it was because of Gu Qinghan who took down the last few survivors.

"Can't continue like this anymore."

Gu Qinghan found Gongsun Jing, and the assassin, who was ranked ninth in the Western Regions blacklist, looked a little dark.

"We killed those people, but the opposite side also knows the direction."

"We have spent our lives exploring the way during this period. We will be surrounded by it soon. At that time, let alone those people, even you and me, you will be able to escape."

"After all, I am from the Western Regions. People from the Western Regions understand? Why do you have to work hard with you?!"

"I, a resting man, ran tens of thousands of miles with you, a group of people from Central Plains, to fight to the death with the people from the Northern Xinjiang?"

"At that time, I ran from the Western Regions to the Central Plains. Before I could take a break, I wrapped my old man in the northern border. I haven't taken a breath yet. I haven't rested for the whole year and ran every day..."

Gu Qinghan could hardly help but feel sad.

Gongsun Jing took a sip of wine and suddenly said:

"I won't run away this time."

Gu Qinghan couldn't react for a while, and after a while, he realized what Gongsun Jing said. He raised his head suddenly, stared at Gongsun Jing, and said:

"What did you say?"

Gongsun Jing said: "If you don't run, you won't be able to run out any longer. You can only walk inside."

"That is the hinterland of the Northern Huns. One day we will be dragged to death there. The reason why we took the Huns to run away during this period was to think about whether they could pull the front line open, and it would be better to lengthen it. For this, I deliberately slowed down a little and let them catch up."

Gu Qinghan looked at Gongsun Jing and grinned:

"That is, you guy did it on purpose?"

"You can still run away if you really bring the news back?"
To be continued...