Chapter 102 When Snow Kills

Li Qingyu lay on the table of the restaurant all night, but he stayed up all night. In the past, his father came forward to deal with small matters, and he didn't have to worry about it. Now he is the ruler of 150,000 soldiers and horses of the Cang navy. He can't help but make fun of walking dogs and birds like before. Many matters need to be carefully considered, weigh the pros and cons of all parties and consider all the best strategies. After a few days after sitting in the Cang Navy, he was physically and mentally. All tired.

Is it beautiful to think that Dad has been sitting in this position for 20 years? Scenery! Are you tired? Most of them have gray hair in a few years, which is the answer.

When the wind stopped outside the restaurant, a guard warrior noticed that he had woken up, greeted his head and shouted, "Wake up, equip horses, and continue to move forward!"

The Cang navy warriors who were personally** by Li Xi are vigorous and popular in both battlefield and daily life. Hundreds of horsemen dismantled tents to sort out their armor and lead horses for the record in an orderly manner. In the past 20 years, it is valuable to have such a style without a war.

Li Qingqi narrowed his eyes and pushed open the door of the winery, which was vast white, covering the scorched black sand everywhere on the Shahe River. He stood at the door and couldn't bear to step on it for fear of staining this piece of pure white.

It's different from the terrible scene of the wind blowing sand and stones last night.

He took a deep breath of coldness and trembled all over his body. The guard warrior who followed him took a step forward, "Dadu, put on your command, don't get caught in the wind and cold!" With that, he put a light blue fur over his shoulder. This big command sewn with far north blue fox fur was bought by him at a high price in Shangji City a few months ago. The snow fox in the north is rare, and the blue fox with its blue luster is even more rare. If you can hunt one, it will be a hundred taels of gold. It took six pieces of blue fox fur to make this big. I originally wanted to give it to my father as a gift in winter. When my father was young, his legs were sick. When he was old, he was in pain every rainy, windy and snowy days.

Unexpectedly, before he was sent out, his father went to the battlefield and left him free for this thoughtful blue fox.

His subordinates took the war horse and waited respectfully. He turned over and his horse with a cold look on his handsome face, urging the war horse to take a few steps forward, leaving a desolate scene in the eyes of the warrior behind him that he had never seen in his life - a vast area of new snow, a dark war horse's mane flying like a flag, and a young man sitting on horseback. Turning around like a sea of clouds, holding the reeds in one hand and a knife in the other, looking at the location of the Oriental Emperor's capital.

Looking at Li Qingqi's magnificent back, I don't know who shouted, "All of them... All of them are alive!" Hundreds of naval warriors squealed for a while, and then knelt down on one knee one after another without any order. Just like seeing the miracle, they couldn't help worshiping them.

Li Qingyu turned around and saw the warriors who followed him from the southwest three counties and obeyed him to kneel down without dissuading him.

"Vow to follow the death! Vow to follow the death!" Hundreds of riders roared in unison, shaking through the vast snow.

Li Qingqi threw his hooves uneasily under his horse, and his nose and wings were closed, spitting out more than a foot of white fog, like a monster spitting fire.

He suddenly drew a knife, and his three-foot and two-point tooth knife was Han Mang Shengxue, which was his father's favorite knife - he suddenly realized that his strong armor, sharp sword, loyal warrior, powerful horse, and powerful power were all left by his father, and even he inherited his father's name.

I don't know if my father was in the same mood as him when he went to the imperial capital for the first time?

He suddenly raised his hand, and his arm formed a line with the knife body. The tip of the knife pointed diagonally to the direction of the imperial capital and shouted in a low voice, "Let's go!" Let's take the lead together.

Without hesitation or saying a word, the young man who walks the dog and teases the cat and relies on his father's power seems to have naturally inherited the decisiveness and killing spirit of the old capital.

The Cang navy was very happy, which was also that after Li Siam was martyred, the Cang navy did not shake at all. Everything went as usual, but naturally turned the respect for Li Siam into the expectation of Li Qing Qiu.

He did not disappoint them.

More than a hundred light riding movements neatly turned over the horse, like a deadly arrow that swept over the imperial capital.

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Pang Zhun, who has been resident in Shahezhou for 67 years, has never seen such a big snow. The scorched earth burned into black ash by Emperor Jinglan with sulfur and fire oil was covered with white snow. Every winter, it is rare to see such a pure white and pure scenery in Shahezhou, which is like a demon.

Pang Zhun is a rough man. Seeing this beautiful scenery, he can't recite poems and write words. He just feels that it's a pity that such a beautiful snow was crushed by a horse's hoof. He only smiled ferociously - looking at the snow this winter, it's time to see the bright red blood!

This time, 20,000 horses belonging to His Royal Highness the Second Prince were dispatched. The cavalry in silver and light armor were all fast knives and horses, galloping like a line of tide on the flat sand. The new snow covered by the scorched sand could not stand the cavalry**, and the horse with its hooves stepped into the snow, threw the black sand under the snow back, and raised the black sand dust, like waking up the ghost of the Jingqi Longxiang army that was burned 300 years ago.

The horse waved the knife, and the head fell. This is the life that Pang Zhun loved. He was born as a samurai.

He knew how to fight this battle. Of course, it was not that these two thousand people were all bet on it. After the mantis caught the cicada and the yellow finch, no one was sure whether his opponent was still behind before the dust settled. He only needs to take three or 500 people, look at the two groups of people who really fight, and confirm that it is the person the second prince wants to survive! If the man loses, he will take over the task of strangulation the enemy. He can only succeed and not fail. The rest of the people want to surround the two groups of people to prevent them from escaping or outsiders from interfering.

It sounds simple, but Pang Zhun knows the horror of this mission! Under the imperial capital, the two groups of people fighting are the new upstarts of the empire! Li Qing Qiu, who inherited the position of Li Xim, the newly appointed general Ye Xingchen, is close to the battle of young people, but the real game behind it is the eldest prince and the second prince of the Fanyang Empire! The future prince, the future emperor of Fanyang, will be born from these two people!

It's close to the history of straight books!

Pang Zhun grin. Maybe the imperial capital historian will remember his name without waiting for him to be famous. His determination directly affects the ownership of the crown prince, the choice of the next emperor of Fanyang, and even the direction of the whole Fanyang.

"The whole empire thought that His Royal Highness was the king of the prosperous era, but he did not know that His Royal Highness was the lord of troubled times! In the future, the world will be turbulent, and the eldest prince can control it?" Pang Zhun gritted his teeth and sneered.

What a mess! What a mess! The more chaotic the world is, the more chaotic they are, the more they can have a place to make achievements, but isn't it built by a lot of bones and blood?

The 20,000 riders before the departure have dispersed and deployed. Behind him are 500 elites. They not only wear knives and armor at their waists, but also specially distributed the newly produced Huangyang crossbows. This short and powerful light crossbow can shoot five arrows at a time, and 50 short arrows are placed in the arrow box, which is precisely because of its ingenuity. It is short and can make a crossbow. The tension of the bow was exerted to the extreme, and 500 people poured 50 arrows out at the same time. With the terrible penetration of the special arrows, even the immortals could shoot them!

It shows that His Royal Highness is determined to give them this terrible equipment!

Pang Zhun will not disappoint His Highness! Will live up to the expectations of the future emperor!

The war horse suddenly hissed uneasily, and a lonely figure appeared in the vast world.

One person and one horse present a clear silhouette on the gentle slope ahead, as if it has existed here for ages.

Pang Zhun's eyebrows are gloomy. Where is the figure in this barren land? If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. If there is a demon, you can't sit idly by. He ordered in a low voice: "Ddraw the knife!"

The galloping line of cavalry stopped the horse, and the friction between the blade and the scabbard was sharp and harsh in the vast white snow.

The wind blew, and the wind rolled up the snow and lifted the riding hood. The hood slipped off, revealing snow-white hair, the big command fluttered, and the red python robe under his command was shocking.

Guo Amon, the former eunuch who is nearly 80 years old and the head of 5,000 eunuchs, is still more than one size faster than these strong warriors.

He stood proudly and had no sense of eunuch's fear. He was like a magnificent stone statue. He sat on the horse and stared at the defense army of the 500 imperial capitals with knives.

One ride against 500 riders.

The old eunuch didn't say anything, but his eyes under his eyebrows had told the 500 riders that he was there, so he couldn't go over it.

Guo Amon, who has been unable to raise his head for 20 years, has this confidence, although he is very old.

Pang Zhun, who lived in the military camp for a long time, did not know how terrible this attack on the big red python robe represented. He only felt that such an abrupt person was really in the way, and the big red robe was really in the way.

Then take your knife first?

He suddenly raised his knife and roared in a low voice: "Kill him!"

The old eunuch still spoke, staring at the fierce warrior who was not afraid of death like a giant dragon, and his dry lips twisted a slightly sarcastic smile.

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In the ice and snow, the wind is cold and piercing, but the night stars feel comfortable. It seems that the snow water mixed with ice flows in his veins, which is naturally suitable for this vast snow.

It's a bit like the ice-covered ice field in the far north.

Accompanying him, Xiaowu and Liuzi showed their strong patience as killers, and their faces did not change from beginning to end, almost ruthless.

The hundred riders lent to him by the second prince behind him all looked cold and firm-eyed. The wind and snow did not destroy their fighting spirit, but it was like hot red steel being quenched by ice and snow, which became more and more hard and invincible.

A hundred riders stood silently, like a reef washed away by the current.

And in front of him, another hundred riders also faintly appeared. The blue heel behind the handsome man was hunting, and the dark horse's mane flew under him.

100 riders against 100 riders, charge against charge.

The slightly funny little Wu Jie Jie, who rode on the horse, smiled and said, "The snow on the ground looks better when blood is poured on! Good snow when you kill people!"

Night Star pulled out the divine knife and rode first.

One hundred ghost elites and one hundred naval soldiers, like two waves of fury, hit each other.