Chapter seven hundred and ninety second only worth twelve
The north wind blows and the white grass breaks
In the northernmost part of the Rouran Prairie, white snow began to fly in August, and the white grass on the ground was blown into pieces by the raging north wind, leaving the grassland in a mess.
On the special gold veins, lumps of coal were scattered everywhere, and the raging white snow gradually covered it all, turning the grassland into a world of snow.
The shacks that originally belonged to the slave workers were gone, and dozens of shacks were smoking black, conspicuous on the white snow.
A tall Slavic man poked his head out from the hole in the ground, glanced around, cursed, and then retreated.
The interior of the den was quite simple. Except for a blazing fire burning in a hole dug against one side of the earthen wall, most of the den was shrouded in darkness.
"It's snowing heavily again."
The man who retreated from above cursed angrily.
The sound of cursing rang out in the Diwozi. The Diwozi, which had been lively due to the influx of cold wind, became warm again.
"The general said we should be careful not to let the Han people come up at night and block us in our den."
A man reminded the leading captain.
The captain was sitting next to the fire hole with his arms bare. Hearing this, he cursed angrily:
"Damn it, there's such a heavy snowstorm, if the Han people are willing to come, I'll rip off the head and let you kick it as a ball."
"The nests here are quite good. We will build some when we go back."
The captain said happily.
The deputy lieutenant next to him reminded him:
"Shevchenko, we don't have that much coal there."
As he spoke, the lieutenant picked up a piece of coal as big as his fist and threw it into the fire hole with a puzzled expression on his face.
The Han people are really rare. Picking up this black stone from the ground can warm the house. It is really a good thing.
Shevchenko used the tongs to hold a piece of red-hot coal, lit the tobacco leaves in his pipe, looked at the blackened pipe, and said excitedly:
"Vasily, the Han people not only have stones that can make fire, but I heard that they also have iron horses that can run as fast as flying, and birds that can fly faster than birds. What a wonderful thing."
"boom……"
A sudden vibration on the ground startled Shevchenko who was speaking.
The cave door of the underground cave suddenly fell down from above, and a torch was thrown in accompanied by falling snowflakes and sand.
"The people below listen and throw away their weapons and surrender, otherwise they will be killed without mercy."
The voice of the Han army sounded from above, followed by more clamoring sounds one after another.
Shevchenko tightened his grip on the tongs in his hand, and made a few leaps to reach the entrance of the cave. He held the tongs in his hand upwards and guarded the cave.
"what to do?"
The lieutenant held the other side and asked cautiously.
Shevchenko hesitated for a moment, frowned and said:
"wait"
"I don't know the origin of this Han army. In this stormy and snowy weather, it's difficult for us to move and we can't be on duty outside. The Han army will definitely have a hard time as well."
Vasily nodded:
"Shall we rush forward?"
Shevchenko nodded, took over the fully armored men behind him, and just as he was about to attack with his sword, heavier footsteps sounded at the entrance of the cave.
"Surrender, or be captured and freeze to death."
The voice of the Han army was full of murderous intent, as if the speaker had just returned from the battlefield.
Vasily grabbed Shevchenko, shook his head, and signaled him to be calm, this matter cannot be rushed.
Shevchenko hesitated for a long time, but decided to rush out.
Jumping out, Shevchenko rushed out with the steel knife on his head.
The sound of the steel knife being chopped continuously rang out, hitting his face like a knife in the middle of the snow particles. Shevchenko rushed out of the snow nest, saw the Han army guarding the entrance of the snow nest, and saw that the battle was in full swing.
battlefields everywhere.
There were dozens of people rushing out of the underground den, and the rest were rushing out of the underground den in a steady stream. The robes rushed out of the ground one after another.
"Kill the Han dog and eat meat today."
Shevchenko roared excitedly and slashed with his sword, separating the Han troops guarding the entrance of the cave.
Su Lu's face looked a little ugly.
The level of anxiety in this battle was beyond Su Lu's understanding.
I originally thought it was a sneak attack in the snowy weather, but they must have been unprepared. They annihilated the aliens huddled in the snow nest and recaptured the special gold.
Now it seems that God is not as good as man. When he touched it, everything went smoothly. Unexpectedly, a peeing alien saw the group who was touching it.
A scream revealed the whereabouts of the Han army.
Then we got to where we are today.
Su Lu sighed a little in his heart. Gao Dabao was already considered a capable general, and he also had fate cards. Although his level was a bit low, he still had a lot of military power in a fight.
Now look at it, Gao Dabao is in the middle, and the guards are charging forward. The guards, who are always good at infantry fighting, are firmly held back by the Slavic infantry.
This Slav has some skills.
"Report, Your Majesty, let's withdraw."
Yang Yi, the governor of the northern region of Dingxiang Guard, came over to ask for instructions.
Su Lu glanced at Yang Yi and frowned. Gao Dabao couldn't stand it anymore. So far, he has not been able to fully unfold the cards to protect his subordinates, let alone grow and defeat the Slavs.
Su Lu patted Yang Yi on the shoulder:
"Okay, you just have to work hard. There are a few foreign barbarians who can't be dealt with. Gao Dabao, the commander of the imperial guard, doesn't want to do it anymore."
A trace of surprise flashed across Yang Yi's face, but he still bowed and retreated.
Su Lu looked at Gao Dabao who was beaten into a mess, with some disappointment on his face. This kid was still not suitable for leading an army, especially when he encountered an evenly matched opponent.
This group of Slavs is also a bit unsophisticated.
Shevchenko chopped up a guard with one knife, his face stained red by the blood spurting out, and his whole body became excited.
"Ouch"
It screamed like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.
The Han army was just like this. They occupied favorable terrain and were counterattacked by themselves. They gathered their sergeants and fought against them.
It would be a shame if the Han army only had this little strength.
"Gather up a formation, form a formation in threes and threes, and break the Han army's main formation."
Shevchenko gave orders and directed his sergeants to move back and forth, aiming directly at Su Lu, who was surrounded by people.
This man must be a high-ranking official of the Han Dynasty. If you kill him, glory and wealth will come to you.
Vasily roared excitedly, echoing Shevchenko, saying that the Han army was strong, but in fact, it was nothing more than that.
"Kill kill kill"
Vasily roared excitedly, not caring that there was a big gash on his head and blood was flowing down.
The Han army's combat strength was so weak that it was too late to defeat the Han army and bandage its wounds.
"Brothers, follow me. Whoever kills the high official of Han will be rewarded with ten taels of silver."
Across from the main formation, Su Lu was confused for a moment when he heard the roar.
