Dozens of huge bonfires were lit, and the heat was steaming between the bonfires, allowing the soldiers inside to still be able to hold the weapons in their hands tightly.

In comparison, the soldiers of the Great Zhou outside did not have this treatment.

The weapons in my hand are as cold as the ice at the bottom of the sea and can't even hold them.

Their fingers were also cold and stiff. Not to mention fighting, it would be a blessing to ensure that the weapons were not left behind! "Sir, there is no way to fight!"

The deputy general shouted in the ear of the general surnamed Feng: "We should find a place quickly and spend the winter quickly!"

They are not on their own territory and have no houses. If they don’t find some places to cover their bodies, they might really freeze to death here.

And this is definitely not what they want.

"Damn it!"

The general surnamed Feng roared angrily.

Everything was perfect, Feng Wuyou should have met the Divine Guard in the mountains and was killed. They should have taken Feng Wuyou and Xiao Jinglan's heads to shock the people inside, and then captured Xuanniao's troops in one fell swoop, completely destroying this annoying external force and returning to their own land village again.

But all of this was ruined by the sudden arrival of winter.

Because of this sudden changing weather, Feng Wuyou did not go into the mountains and did not encounter the Divine Guard.

Because of this damn weather, they were about to be able to take down the Xuanniao tribe, and now they have to fail.

What he didn't know was that Feng Wuyou didn't meet the Divine Guard, but he encountered it and killed it all.

The general surnamed Feng stared at the already ragged Xuanniao village and roared unbearably: "Retreat!"

It was too cold, and there were fire pillars in the Xuanniao section inside to keep warm, but they didn't.

In this case, rushing up is undoubtedly a death sentence.

The Great Zhou barbarians must completely obey the orders of their superiors, but if they really let their subordinates die, they might cause some sudden change.

He cannot afford this risk in other people's territory.

When Feng Wuyou and Wen Ying rushed back to the Xuanniao Tribe, they saw the last part of the Great Zhou Tribe with more than 3,000 people evacuated.

They don't even have to go through the secret passage and can enter directly through the gate.

Feng Wuyou stared at the fast-retreating Dazhou tribe, his eyes flashed.

"Empress, no."

Wen Ying is worthy of staying by Feng Wuyou for a while and knows her thoughts very well.

"It's too cold, there's no way to ambush them. They are now evacuating because there are things in the village to keep warm. The people in the Xuanniao tribe are more flexible and more capable than them.

But once we get rid of this, we have fewer people than them, and it is no different from seeking death."

The enemy retreated in such a mess, which was a good time to pursue, but what Wen Ying said was not unreasonable.

Feng Wuyou has deeply realized the coldness of the wild winter. The coldness that has entered the bones is definitely not something that anyone can resist. If you really want to send someone to chase you out, you are afraid that they will lose their temper and freeze until they die before they fight.

Thinking of this, Feng Wuyou decisively gave up the idea of ​​chasing and rushed into the village.

"Go and have a look at Huijiu first!"

The village was extremely damaged, and even the village walls covered with thick mud were burned to pieces of broken mud.

How about Huijiu in such a tragic battle?
Chapter completed!