It took a day of snow and it still didn't stop at night. The snow was very thick on the ground. If you step on it, you would sink half a foot into it. Such weather is naturally extremely unfavorable for the marching people, but for the ambushers, it is also a torture like hell.

The discipline of the swordsman army is generally lax. Although the discipline of the Ikebu is a little good, it is inevitable that he whispers and talks in a low voice. They are worried that Lu Jun will not come, and what is even more worried about is the body of their commander.

Jing Xiamo was a young man who practiced martial arts and was strong. However, as soon as the news of the burning Chang'an reached Huaxian, Jing Xiamo vomited several blood, and his body has not recovered until now. Although he was wearing a fur coat, it was probably difficult to live in such weather.

Similar to the situation in Guo Jianmen before, most of the soldiers in the Ikemen were wearing thin bells, and when they were moving their bodies, they could not help but shivered in the freezing. They lay motionlessly in the snow, and soon their bodies became stiff and out of control.

The soldiers couldn't help but stand up from the ambush position, moved their bodies, drank a large gulp of the soju wine they brought, and waited until their bodies became conscious and then lie back to their original place.

"Guo Jian, you are so angry that our commander vomits blood. We still have to fight for him. What's this? "

"Don't talk nonsense. If the commander has something to say, we just listen. No matter what he wants. It's always the commander-in-chief makes sense than us. We have to listen to his old man. Otherwise, it's not forbidden by heaven and earth."

"Yes... I'm... cold. These bastards have to go out in this weather, so they'll be so cold. What about the commander?"

"The commander has a leather robe on his body, probably better. As long as the Shandong gangsters come faster, they will be fine after the war..."

The soldier couldn't stand it, so he jumped up and jumped on the spot, looking back while jumping, "Commander, don't know what he is doing?"

"It also goes without saying that I must be reciting the song of the Great Wind. I always recite this before going to battle. The wind blows and the clouds fly, and it will be refreshing to listen..." The companions around me also jumped up and followed them. Like them, more and more soldiers couldn't help but get up, do vigorous exercise, and try to warm their bodies up a little.

They have done too much ambush, but in this kind of weather, it is not suitable to come out to ambush. The snow climbs her neck and penetrates into her body, as if a vicious ice skate is poked on her body, from the cold to the toes, almost everyone is frozen.

The rifle was almost frozen with his hands, and what came out of his mouth was actually cold. He wanted to use his body to warm his hands, but his body was so cold that it didn't provide much heat.

The command post of the mountain. Jing Xiamo's cough also sounded louder on this stormy night.

His guard was his nephew, and he whispered: "Uncle, this is not enough. If people are frozen like this, they will be frozen. Will the Lu Army still march in this kind of weather?"

"It will definitely be. The Lu army is used to fighting hard and fierce battles, cough... It was also like this when Liu Jiatai was in the beginning. They marched from Dezhou overnight, attacked Liu Jiatai one day and one night, and caught the Flying Tiger Regiment off guard. The information I received was sent by an old friend who had been in love with me for ten years, so there would be no mistake. He wanted me to avoid it and avoid the front of the army. There was no need to lie to me. Maybe his brother himself was in the team. He would fight later and had no eyes, so he had to rest his destiny. To be honest, I'm sorry to him."

"But... But... but aren't everyone being seen by brothers like this?"

"There's no way, the weather is surprisingly cold. God is against us. I can only let them move, otherwise they will be frozen if they don't have to beat them. Still no cotton coats, if there is a cotton coat..."

The economic situation of Jingxia Demonic Ministry was not good, and the troops were nervous about winter clothes, so they concentrated their limited cotton clothes on the suicide squad. Even the guards were wearing single clothes. Like the soldiers on the ambush mission, they could only rely on vigorous activities to warm their bodies.

This mountain is not big, and the guards arranged people from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, but the distance was very far.

The two soldiers guarding the mountainside were so cold that they couldn't help it. After drinking all the wine in one breath, they still couldn't resist the chill. They could only learn from their own robes and keep jumping and running.

On this cold snowy night, the two of them remembered their family and their hometown, the barren mountain village. The grain they produced was not enough to feed the farming people, and they could not pay taxes from the government. There were famines every year, and the taxes were more and more year by year. Originally, they thought that falling the Yellow Dragon Banner would be a good world, but although the Yellow Dragon Banner fell, the taxes were increasing and more stringent.

The two good men who can't call out can't call out can't be paid, and when they are too busy to hold the crops, they can only take a knife and make a way for themselves. However, the days of holding the knife are not good. If they are at home, no matter how difficult it is, in such weather, they should be curled up in a broken quilt, lit a fire, and warm themselves up.

If there is a fire in front of you, how great it would be. The flame can dispel the cold and warm itself, so that the limbs will not be so stiff, and the head will not be so heavy. Breathing... It becomes difficult to breathe, and the chest will hurt so much. It is all blamed for the damn weather, and it is all about the Lu army... Fire, there is a ball of fire, how good it is... Warm, warm it up...

The two of them thought so, as if they were really coming to the fire. The flames brought them warmth, making them unable to help themselves, closed their eyes and fell into eternal sleep...

During the heavy wind and snow, Jing Xiamo's eyesight was greatly affected. Moreover, the lights could not be raised during the ambush, and everyone could only search with their eyes.

Most of the guards looked ahead, just like their own robes, caring about when the Lu army would arrive at the ambush circle. A few were alert to the foot of the mountain, but they were also absent-minded. The Lu army was an outsider, and this small hill was located in a remote place, so how could they have arrived?

Suddenly, someone staggered up from the bottom of the mountain, and saw that he was wearing a bell. This was his brother. The guards were not too nervous. They just raised their rifles according to the regulations and shouted: "Command?"

"Lu Army!"

In response, a gunshot was heard. The guard holding the gun shook his body and then fell down. When he fell down, his eyes were open angrily, still full of doubts. How dare a Lu army come to die? What are the brothers at the foot of the mountain doing?

The gunshot alarmed the quiet night. The other guards had forgotten the cold at this time and raised their rifles and aimed at the person who shot. But the gunshot was like a signal, and countless figures suddenly appeared. Like the Ibu Suicide Squad, they were wearing sheepskin coats and hiding with camouflage. The difference was that they did not choose to ambush somewhere, but instead made a disguise and advanced until then they suddenly attacked.

There was no shouting or killing, no extra dialogue, just simple killing. The attacker Yishui held a revolver and was actually a sharpshooter who shot every shot. He shot in bad weather and still maintained a good hit rate. Several rows of bullets swept by, and more than half of the guard platoon had been injured or killed.

Jing Xiamo's nephew Jing Hu tried his best to block his uncle with his body and shouted: "Uncle, go quickly! You are here, the army is here! Go quickly!"

The attacker advanced extremely quickly, and the guard platoon had been completely defeated, but relying on his loyalty to the chief officer, he still fought to the death, no one surrendered, and no one fled. The guard endured the injury and crawled towards a pile of firewood and hay to ignite the firewood and call the police. But he had just arrived next to the pile of firewood and hay, and a huge force came from behind him, knocking him forward. The pistol was pressed against the back of his head, and then a gunshot was heard.

The murderer solved the guard and looked at the Chaicaoduo. "Don't you just want to report the news? I'll help you!"

In fact, even if there is no ignition, such dense gunfire sounds are enough to alarm the ambush troops of the Well Department. Wang Zhenwu exclaimed: "No, headquarters! Suicide squad, come here!"

The suicide squad left the predetermined position and rushed towards the mountain bag. It was meaningless to hide. On the contrary, they raised the lanterns to light the attackers. When they arrived, Jing Xiamo was helping him retreat by three guards. The gunshots on the mountain bag had become sparse, and it was obvious that the guard platoon had almost been reimbursed.

"Kill back! Kill back!" Jing Xiamo was not shot. When he saw reinforcements arrived, he immediately commanded his troops to turn to the hill. At this time, the hill had turned into a sea of ​​fire. The attackers not only ignited the stack of firewood and hay, but also discarded the burning firewood and grass everywhere, burning all the temporary command centers of Jing Xiamo. As for the attackers themselves, they disappeared without a trace like ghosts.

"Chasing!" Wang Zhenwu shouted loudly and rushed down the mountain with the suicide squad. These Guanzhong swordsmen were agile. On the snowy night, they were only wearing straw sandals, and their feet were so cold that they were so painful that they were stiff, but they were still walking as fast as they flew. The attacker escaped very quickly, but the swordsmen did not chase him slowly. The chase game lasted for about a few minutes, and the forwards had already had contact.

Unlike what I imagined, the attacker's escape does not mean cowardly, and pursuit is not simply a pursuit. The forward of the suicide squad thought he would be able to avenge the dead robes, and when he beat the perpetrators all in one go, he found that he had also become part of the prey.

The gun bullets came from all directions, densely packed like raindrops. These sheepskin coats could not resist the gun bullets. The heroes in Guanzhong, located in the first row, were buried in this boundless snowy night after the gunfire. The number of attackers seemed to be quite large, and the sentry left behind were obviously touched, so the Ikebu knew nothing about the mobilization of such a force.

Wang Zhenwu also felt discouraged and shouted that he led his troops to rush forward. These suicide squads were ready to sacrifice, carrying swords and charging forward with bullets. The enemy's firepower was very strong, and the density of guns was never seen on the battlefield in Guanzhong. The suicide squad rushed twice in a row, but they only rushed to the front of the enemy and were shot back. Not only were these people shot fast, but they were not inferior to hand-to-hand combat, but the suicide squads could not gain any advantage.

The situation seemed to be not very good. Wang Zhenwu found that what he was facing was probably not a small-scale sneak attack team, but a built-up team. It was no longer a solution to rely solely on the suicide squad to fight. He hurriedly mobilized another army to reinforce, trying to detour the flanks of these ambushers. However, the detour troops were only halfway through, and they also shot with guns. There were actually soldiers along the way.

Jing Xiamo was also a little confused. On the battlefield of these two strikes, he had invested more than a thousand troops, but he could not rush to the enemy's defense line. How many teams were there in sneak attacks? How did they come? Ambushing will definitely not be possible, so he could only change the ambush to a frontal war. All the ambush left the pre-determined position and reinforced the place where the guns were fired.

But some of them could no longer stand up. The cold weather and thin clothes made these soldiers die in hatred before they had time to sprinkle blood on the battlefield.

But at this time, Jing Xiamo no longer had time to be sad. The changes in the battle situation were getting more and more correct. The gunfire on the front line was still very fierce, and there was no possibility of victory at all. It seemed that it was a stalemate. At this moment, a strange sound gradually came from the distance. The sound became louder and louder, and it became more and more urgent, like hundreds of silkworms gnawing on leaves at the same time. This was the sound of... military boots.

The Lu army, who had been waiting for a long time, finally appeared, but what they appeared was obviously not the time that Jing Xiamo hoped. On the official road, a large number of infantrymen were walking heavy steps towards the combat area. There were gunfire and killing sounds everywhere between the mountains and fields. Jingmen changed from hunters to prey, from ambushing the Lu army, and actually became attacked by the Lu army.

The battlefield was extremely chaotic. There were fires everywhere in the mountains, forests and wildernesses, and gunfires were heard everywhere. Jing Xiamo's command center had changed two, but there were still not many troops around him who could control it.

Due to the bad weather, he had lost effective contact with the officers on the front line. He often did not know the specific location of each person and how many enemies there were.

The war was inexplicably fought. Jing Jun only knew that an enemy had come in, retreated, and came in again. If his troops wanted to rush out, they were always shot by gunfire. Wang Zhenwu suggested:

"Let's go back to Hua County first. The weather is not eye-catching. The brothers are frozen and they are too cold. They are too disadvantageous when fighting. Their guns are too fierce, they are farther than us, faster than us, and they have small cannons. We are also at a disadvantage in terms of firepower."

"Now I can't even figure out the outcome. The battle is a bit cowardly. I'll hold on for a while and wait until dawn. Tell my brothers and hold on to me. In addition, ask Huayin for help, and send letters to Guo and Zhang to send troops quickly."

Seeing that Jing Xiamo refused to retreat, Wang Zhenwu had to nod. Soon, the first army of the country saved the country lit the lights, and someone shouted in a screaming voice: "The commander-in-chief fights side by side with us, and would rather die than retreat. Brothers, for the commander-in-chief, fight with the Lu army!"
Chapter completed!