Chapter 0257 North

The winter in the north can show the unique charm of the north. The plain clothes are wrapped in silver, the eyes are pure and cold, and the heat exhaled from the mouth shows the breath of life, so that people will not be lost in the pure but dangerous winter scenery.

The winding team walked in the northern wilderness, unable to see its head. From time to time, several fast horses passed by, which were the number of soldiers connected back and forth. Under the overlooking of the knives and guns next to them, a team of unarmed Dahua soldiers walked hard in the snow, but those who fell behind would immediately get a whip. If they could not walk, it would represent the end of their lives.

Zhuo Fan followed a prison car with his arms, and a flower and seven masters were also on the side. In the prison car, Hong Chengchou wrapped in felt and lowered his head in a corner motionless, allowing the wind to blow up the snow on the ground through the wooden fence of the prison car and saved a thick layer on the felt.

In fact, this kind of sunny winter is a rare good weather in the north, but it is not as cold as wind and snow for extraordinary people walking in the team. The people on the road have trampled the snow and turned a layer of mud into winter mud, unlike the mud in the southern rainy season that turns into enjoyment as long as you are barefoot. The mud here quite tests the workmanship and foot strength of leather boots. Zhuo Fan's feet are still the pair of bottom cotton boots worn from the customs. This kind of shoes are ventilated and light, but they are much less robust than the cowhide boots on the feet of the tartartars. After so many days of eating and camping, they have long been out for a long time. Another foot stepped into a mass of mud. Zhuo Fan shook his head and pulled it hard. He only felt a rare relaxation on the soles of his feet, but also came the pleasure of the cool breeze.

Er, Zhuobufan raised his feet like this and was stunned. It's terrible. It's hard for my soft feet to run naked.

"Hahaha~~", suddenly, a pleasant laugh came from behind. Zhuo Fan turned his head and looked at the difficult action of maintaining the independence of the golden chicken. He saw the little man with precious fur laughing back and forth on a little mother's horse.

"This is called the current world newspaper, and he actually scolded Ben... Young master, you have to repay now. Hahaha~," the little Tatar looked at Zhuo Fan with an embarrassed face and said with a smile.

Damn, this little Tah's Chinese dialect is really good. He even knows the world's retribution and retribution, grandma.

At this time, a flower hurried forward to hold Zhuo Bufan, but she had no choice but to find the boots. At this time, the dead body had become a black smoke in the far away Songshan City.

The little Tahriard waved his whip and ran forward loosely with a smile. Obviously, he was in a good mood. Behind him, a team of yellow helmet guards followed him.

Zhuo Fan raised his feet, his feet trembled in the cold wind, and the soles of his shoes officially went on strike, lying comfortably in the mud. There was nothing he could do. The master of Tan legs behind him stepped forward and carried Zhuofan on his back and continued to walk forward. However, it was not a long-term way to walk in this kind of winter mud, and the road was not close.

Not long, there was a sound of horseshoes in front of him, but the little tatar rode back, raised his hand, and a pair of rough but strong cowhide boots flew to Zhuo Bufan's head at a glance. A flower raised its hand and took the cowhide boots in its hand. Although it deliberately slowed down, the little tarrogan was also shocked and couldn't help looking at the handsome young boy.

Then, the little tah smiled evilly and said, "Kid, I won't let you die on the road. When I get to Shengjing, I will slowly deal with you. However, if you kowtow to me now and beg for mercy, I can consider letting you go, hum."

Zhuo Butfan took the leather boots from a flower's hand and quickly put on his feet, but his neck tilted his neck and became angry: "A Chinese man can't be killed or humiliated. These boots were given by you, but they are not for us. At worst, take it off and return it to you." As he spoke, he jumped off the ground and stepped on the mud on the ground fiercely. A pair of clean cowhide boots were immediately covered with mud, but it was obviously much easier to walk.

"You!" The little Tatari stared and looked at the changed boots on the other party's feet, crying and laughing. It seemed that he couldn't wait to jump off the horse immediately and whip Zhuo Fan, but he looked at the people surrounded him and did not move any more. Humph, it's a long time. I don't know you can run away from the palm of my hand." He muttered softly and stared at Zhuo Fan and a flower fiercely and beat the horse away.

Originally, Zhuo Fan didn't care what he said to the little Tatson that he would not let himself die on the road. As he seemed to never stop on the road, he finally understood the danger of a long journey in winter in this northern country. Of course, for Zhuo Fan, who is secretly guarded by several masters, the road is equally difficult but there is no worry about his life. This dangerous feeling comes from those captured soldiers in Dahua.

These Dahua soldiers, because of the long besiege of Songshan, have been at the end of the crossbow. After only one day's trek, the sky has not completely darkened, and the ragged bodies of Dahua soldiers have begun to appear on the roadside. The escorted Tatar cavalry did not pay attention to the fallen Chinese soldiers at all, and did not try to force them to continue on their way or add a knife in turn, because it was not useful at all.

Hong Chengchou shrank tighter, and his whole face was buried in the felt, while the people who followed the prison car could clearly hear the creaking of the palms grasping the wooden fence of the prison car. Zhuo Fan's smiling face disappeared, and even the little Tatar didn't know when he came back, but the little Tatar was very good, as if he knew the feelings of Zhuo Fan and others, and didn't say anything more. After hesitating for a while, the little man ran away again silently.

"Brother Hong, be patient." Zhuo Fan walked to the prison car and whispered.

After a while, Hong Chengchou lifted a corner of the felt. The blood redness of his eyes was clearly visible in the twilight. In a low and hoarse voice, he said, "It's better to die than to die."

Zhuo Extraordinary sighed: "It's easy to die, but it's a relief. Throughout the ages, he has generously gone to the dead, and few people have tasted courage. It is a real hero who can be humiliated by **.

There was also a long sigh in the prison van. At this time, the sound of the charlabus came, and Hong Chengchou hid it in the shadow of the felt.

But at this time, the team stopped and the whole army rested and camped. Everyone was relieved, and the crumbling Dahua sergeants fell into the roadside snow and could no longer move. Zhuo Bofan was very anxious. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid there are not many people who can stand up tomorrow morning, but they are also defeated prisoners at this time. How can they shout to remind everyone to encourage them. When he was anxious, the horse's hoof sounded, and a team of fierce cavalry roared from the front team. Looking at the costume, it was the little Tartar Guard.

The cavalry galloped and left a burst of incomprehensible Taran words. The escorted Taran soldiers immediately shouted and scolded fiercely. The whip in their hands slapped their heads and slapped Dahua's surrender soldiers one by one. Then, some soldiers were separated from the Dahua prisoners and escorted them to the woods not far away. Before long, those Dahua soldiers trembled and turned back with some firewood branches, and some pine branches had neat edges, which must have been cut down by the Tatars. A pile of bonfires ignited one after another. Although it was wet and smoky, once the pine branches were lit, they immediately became the savior of winter nights. The soldiers gathered by the fire and lay down again, but at this time, there was no danger of freezing.

Zhuo Fan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the direction of the front team that the little Ta Zi had previously disappeared, and then nestled down in the fire next to the prison car.

A flower quietly handed Zhuo Fan a piece of dried meat, which was still the remaining dry food stolen from the Tatar soldiers. The Tatar soldiers seemed to take good care of the prison car and Zhuo Fan and his party. Although there was no water and food, they did not bother them and even avoided searching their bodies.

"I think the little man fell in love with you." A flower looked at the fire, but whispered in his mouth.

"Well, this is not my fault. Gaga." Zhuo Fan scratched his head and seemed to say it helplessly, but the ghost could see the pride in his heart.

A flower rolled its eyes and threw a pine branch with snowflakes into the fire angrily. A burst of thick smoke immediately blocked the extraordinary throat with a low smile.

"Serious, extraordinary, when are you going to follow?" A flower looked at the tarmen who were eating and drinking around the fire not far away and asked in a low voice.

Zhuo Fan put away his hippie smile and said, "When you figure it out."

"Do you understand?" A flower was stunned for a moment and then reacted, "Are you talking about the tatar soldiers' cannons?"

"Exactly." Zhuo Fan replied with a little worry.

A flower frowned and said puzzledly, "The longer it takes, the more dangerous and extraordinary it is. It seems that we are going to be taken to Jianzhou. That's the old nest of the Tari. In case the identity is exposed, even I, plus them, are not fully sure to spell it out.

Zhuo Fan quietly stuffed the dried meat into his mouth and slowly softened the stone-like food with saliva. He also frowned and said, "It's absolutely impossible if you don't figure this out. If you don't go into the tiger's den, you can't get a tiger. Don't worry, we won't expose it. Even if someone has seen me before, they may not recognize me.

A flower looked at Zhuo Fanfan and nodded. On the contrary, the extraordinary now doesn't look like the romantic prince in the past. At best, it's better than those crumbling Dahua soldiers. These days, he has suffered once. I couldn't help feeling a burst of heartache, and a flower quickly covered up her mood and said, "Is this really that important? I think even if they have dozens more cannons, they are not the opponent of our Dragon Army at all. Even if they get out of the gate, it's just a little troublesome at best, and our Dragon Army is not afraid of death.

Zhuo extraordinary nodded, but the sadness between his eyebrows did not diminish. Yes, as a last resort, even if they pay the price, they are sure to defeat the Tatars, that is, their current red cannons are not as good as the dragon cannons of the Dragon Army generation. However, where are the people in this era? Understand the situation in the world. Flowers, you don't understand. Dozens of cannons are nothing. The important thing is that those invisible enemies are the most terrible.

"Invisible enemy?" A branch asked doubtfully, "You mean, there are other enemies peeping secretly?"

Zhuo Fan nodded and said, "Exactly." With that, Zhuo Fan raised his head, looked at the night sky in the north and the east, and muttered, "The world is actually very big."