At dusk in the winter moon, the setting sun is like blood. The cold wind is like a knife. It hits the distant mountains with ink, forcing the silent trees to make a shrill sound. The low shrubs are also moaning and trembling. Several migratory birds living by Juyanze Lake flew into the sky in panic. They are shaking off their feathers while flapping their wings.

What makes them panic is not the cold wind, but the sword and weapons.

A dark shadow came from afar and arrived at Juyanze earlier than the night.

Although the people and horses did not show any signs, the sound of horse hooves sounded like thunder was already shocking Ju Yanze was trembling and moaning.

A military flag first rose slowly at the top of the mountain, and then more and more cavalry appeared behind the hills. The various war horses blew up in the heat and rushed towards the cold wind. The knights on the horse's back roared, holding spears, bows and arrows and other weapons, and pounced towards the Dingling Hu felt tent stretching along the lakeside.

The sound of the horns had already resounded over the felt tent, and some Dingling people came out of their own felt tents. Both young and old, men and women, either holding bows and arrows, or holding spears or short swords, but everything was too late.

The sharp whistle sound passed over their heads, and countless arrows followed closely followed, causing the Dingling people who rushed out of the felt tent to suffer casualties. The four hooves of the enemy's cavalry flew, and it was approaching in a blink of an eye, rushing the remaining Dingling people into pieces. The knights on the horse's back ruthlessly slaughtered the living lives with spears and sabers.

It was not until the last person who resisted Ding Linghu fell in a pool of blood that this one-sided cruel killing came to an abrupt end.

The winning men did not stop. They were wrapped in the breath of soil and blood, shuttled around the tent, repeating the demand for the decline in short and powerful words, and the Dingling people who were hiding in the felt tent had no defense or doubt.

Soon, the remaining Dingling people trembled all over and crawled out of the tent. They cried in fear in front of the fierce enemy cavalry and kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Yang Feng, who was wearing armor, got off his horse and stepped forward to the Dingling people's vehicle.

This is a very simple carriage with only one tent on the body, which can barely shelter from the wind and rain while driving. It is different from the gorgeously decorated and spacious and comfortable BMW carriage in the Han carriage. However, it also has a special place, that is, the wheels are tall and the diameter is four or five feet, which is conducive to the Dingling people carrying tents, food, forage and other supplies, and trekking and migrating in snow, deep grass, shallows and other places.

He raised his foot and kicked the tall wheel, and the tent that was quite high above the ground suddenly made a trembling sound.

"There are not only such people in the Yichi tribe, but where have they all escaped?"

Yang Feng's attention was quickly shifted from Ding Ling's carriage to the captives. He suppressed the anger in his chest and asked angrily.

The Hu Han military officials who felt the anger on the Lord General were all silent and dared not answer.

It was not until Pang De personally brought several Hu soldiers to question the prisoners of Ding Lingren that Yang Feng got a rough answer.

"The cavalry of Yuchi discovered the traces of the army's attack in advance. Last night, he took a large group of people and supplies to leave Juyanze first. These people were secretly abandoned by him to confuse the elderly, weak, sick and disabled in our army. Many of them did not know where their tribe masters had escaped."

"Hmph, where can they escape?"

Yang Feng had asked his personal soldiers to expand the map. Looking at the simple information on the map, he snorted coldly.

If you flee east, you will enter the grasslands of the Xianbei in the west, and you will break into the territory of the Western Regions. Only by fleeing north is a wise choice.

There are also mountains such as Zhuoxie Mountain and Junji Mountain to the north. Entering hidden valleys to avoid pursuers and spend the winter is undoubtedly the most in line with the situation where Dingling people flee in winter.

"We continued to chase north. They led the brigade of livestock and supplies, and the traces left were obvious, and the journey was not much faster. It was difficult to escape our scouts. As long as they chased them, they would definitely be able to catch them."

Yang Feng put away the map again, looked at the howling cold wind in the north, and said confidently.

"General—" Seeing Yang Feng chasing him to the end and refused to give up, Pang De's face appeared sad. He looked at the north with concern, wanting to speak but stopping.

"Ling Ming, what else do you want to say?"

Yang Feng withdrew his gaze when he heard this, a little displeased, and looked at Pang De and asked.

"The weather is too cold. Looking at the sky, I am afraid that heavy snow will appear soon, and the soldiers will rush to come, and the supply in the rear is difficult to keep up. Nowadays, I have been out of the frontier for many days, and there is not much supply left in the army. If you continue chasing, if you encounter a blizzard, I am afraid--"

Pang De dared not say the following words.

Once the wind and snow are intertwined, the military supplies are cut off, and the army surrounded by the blizzard will be in a dilemma. At that time, the Hu soldiers who are usually bent on their heads will turn into wolves and jackals, grinding their teeth and sucking their blood, and retaliating against their master.

Yang Feng sneered and waved his hand, not taking Pang De's words to heart. He insisted on his own opinion:

"How can a general leads his troops to fight? At present, Ding Ling and Hu are at the end of his journey and can only escape north in a hurry. We are not willing to catch up with the fleeing Hu people and strive to eliminate them. Do you have to sit down and watch them leave without any damage, and then gather your energy and come to harass Juyanze again in the spring next year?"

"After that being said, the general is the leader of the three armies. How can he take the risk of pursuing? Just send a side general to lead his troops to continue to chase north."

"Ling Ming! The battle formation is a place where soldiers are fierce. If you die, you will live; if you are lucky, you will die. If you are the general, you will be covered with horses and corpses. Fortunately, you will be lucky. I have followed the General of the Cavalry for many years. Pojun went down to the city and personally took arrows and stones. I have never retreated in fear of difficulties. This is how the soldiers can follow their orders and follow them. This is also the way for Wei Huo to travel far away to destroy the powerful enemy. If the general retreats to the Senei today, and only the generals will risk pursuing Hu Chief, regardless of the victory or defeat, what else can I use to govern the soldiers and command the three armies in the future?"

Faced with Yang Feng's unquestionableness, Pang De, as a subordinate, could no longer say anything, so he could only give up his advice, bow down to his command, and then turn around and leave, conveying General Anxi's military order to various troops.

Soon, Yang Feng, who insisted on his own opinion and was eager to pursue the enemy, ordered the trumpet to blow the trumpet, and let the cavalry who had just dismounted and rested, and only a small number of troops were left to escort the prisoners. Most of the remaining cavalry continued to pursue Ding Linghu who was fleeing to the north.

The cold wind whistles, and the horn urges people.

In Lu Shuihu's cavalry team, the concubine Ekin, who had just dismounted and rested, heard the sound of the horn of continuing to march, and a look of disgust appeared on her face. He whipped the horse whip hard and said cursingly:

"It's so cold that the soldiers and horses have started to suffer frostbite, and they have to continue chasing. This Han general is only concerned about his military merits and is too polite to our lower-level Hu soldiers. No one can stop his stupid behavior."

Zhiyuandao, who was already holding the saddle beside him, stopped moving, looked back and cursed:

"I Jian, please shut your stinky mouth quickly. General Anxi has made up his mind and even Captain Pang can't persuade him. Who dares to say more? If you don't get on the horse again, be careful to let the general's personal soldiers see you and tie you behind the ponytail and drag you away!"

"They dare! I am also a person who has made many military achievements in the army. When Hexi is pacified, isn't it because we rely on our Lushuihu cavalry, and a few small Han soldiers dare to insult me?"

"Haha." Jimoto sneered, pointed at the concubine of Prostitute Ekin and said:

"Don't forget what happened at the banquet on the day of breaking through the Biao City. Their Han generals were very unhappy. If I hadn't grabbed you in time, I'd be afraid you would have become a dead soul under the knife and the military reward you earned would have been swallowed up by others."

When the incident was mentioned by Ji Yuan Duo, the prostitute's concubine's face suddenly turned red. He gasped and remembered the humiliation and almost died at the banquet. However, he dared not speak out. He could only whip the grass again, and then he whipped the horses on the ground. Following the direction of the military flag pointed in front, he skillfully activated the horses.

Let you be rampant in the cold place for a while, once...hum...

After seeing the military flag that was both fearful and hated, Prostitute Ekin looked at the distant sky, and his heart slowly rippled.

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The night in the fields was approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the stars above the grassland also flashed faintly in the distance. The speed of the migrant and fleeing tribe slowly decreased. The leading men and horses had already stopped their mounts, moved the felt tents from the tall tent, prepared to build tents and feed horses, and set fire to eat.

"Sir, everyone has been walking all day. It's time to stop and have a good rest, have a good night's sleep, and wait until tomorrow's day before the road!"

Several nobles Ding Ling returned together and found the tribe master Luo Chi who was urging the team to advance.

After listening to the words of the nobles in a leather robe and braided hair on the left, Yuchi, coldly snorted without expressing his objection, but his face still felt a little dissatisfied.

These nobles were still greedy for temporary comfort while fleeing, and did not take the orders of their tribe as the lord seriously.

"Sir, I really can't walk anymore. Even if we can hold on, the horse can't stand it anymore."

The nobles obviously also noticed the dissatisfaction of Yuchi. A young nobleman quickly explained to Yuchi with a wry smile.

"Let's go." Without answering the words, he whipped a whip, and the mount under his crotch roared, spread his four hooves and ran quickly.

Since the vanguard team led by several tribal nobles had stopped, Yuchi stopped saying anything. He just ordered the tribes to eat as soon as possible, and fed enough fodder to the livestock and rush on the road as soon as possible tomorrow.

After getting off the horse, a Hu girl soon respectfully presented steaming food.

As an adult of Dingling tribe, although it is impossible for him to gather power like the Han monarch, and he will often be subject to the nobles and wizards of the tribe, for ordinary tribes and slaves, he is undoubtedly a monarch who controls the power of life and death.

Zichi's mind was not on food. Looking at the steaming white air, he was stunned for a while and a ridiculous thought appeared in his heart.

This is made from the Han people, along with dried meat and wild vegetables. In the cold winter, this troublesome hot food can obviously warm up the body compared to the cold, stiff and hard jerky cheese.

Perhaps, now when they are eating and warming with these nobles who are greedy for comfort, the Han people are learning from Dingling people to drink cheese and eat meat, and continue to catch up with them in the severe cold and strong winds.

Is it ridiculous, is it impossible?

Yichi had heard many stories circulating on the grasslands. He knew that the Huns at that time were defeated in the south and north of the desert, in the Jiluo Mountain, and under the Jinwei Mountain because they believed that such impossibility was impossible.

If only a blizzard appears.

After taking the food casually, Yuchi took it a few bites and finished it with a few bites, he stood up and muttered to the dark starry sky that had disappeared.

Although the blizzard poses a huge threat to the fleeing tribes, it will be even more dangerous for cavalrymen who lack supplies and are fast-moving.

The wind and snow all over the sky will make the originally obvious traces of cycling disappear, and will also make people who are not familiar with the grasslands lose themselves in the vastness.

But these are not something you can decide.

Yuchi shook his head. Although he had a bonfire to keep warm, he did not last long in the cold wind. Soon he handed over the vigil, and like other nobles, he got into the felt tent that had already had wives and concubines and slaves warmed the bed.

The warm breath made Yu Chi's tiredness surge quickly. He fell on the felt blanket and snored quickly, closing his eyes and falling into his sleep.

In his dream, he seemed to have returned to the native North Sea. He was still a child and had already begun to show his strengths in the tribe, galloping horses and hunting, grazing and singing...

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