The mountains were blocked by heavy snow, and it was not easy for the army to trek through the mountain roads.
Shuo'etu ordered people to wrap a layer of cloth on the horses' hooves so that they would not slip easily while marching.
Despite this, the marching speed was still very slow.
Shuo'etu felt very unhappy.
The prince treated him well, so he could not refute the prince's face.
But that doesn't mean he thinks it's the way it should be.
Shang Kexi is that dog-like thing.
The good Hanzhong City has been turned into an isolated city for him, and he, the Manchu Batulu, has to wipe his butt in person.
Thinking about it makes him feel sick.
He's just a Han slave pretending to be a big-tailed wolf.
He really thinks that adding a king will make him his master.
A slave is a slave, and he will remain a slave for the rest of his life, and he will never be able to stand up again.
The Manchus are famous for their riding and shooting, but it is not easy to ride a horse in this ice and snow.
Rao Shishuo'etu, an experienced warrior, also tensed up his nerves.
After all, there is a cliff on the side.
If you fall down accidentally, you will be shattered to pieces.
Shuo Etu had a hard time getting everything he had today, so naturally he didn't want to lose it easily.
It was all Shang Kexi, that dog slave, who caused him to freeze in the deep mountains during the winter.
When he resolves the crisis in Hanzhong, he will have to settle the score with Shang Kexi.
Fortunately it didn't snow.
Although the weather is a bit cold, it's still bearable.
After marching for more than ten miles, Shuo'etu ordered to camp in a leeward mountain nest.
The sky was getting dark, and it was not a wise idea to drive at night in this ice and snow.
"It's so damn cold."
Although he was wearing armor all over his body, and there was a thick felt coat underneath the armor, his forehead was still shivering from the cold.
At this rate, he might freeze to death if he doesn't reach Hanzhong.
"Light a fire for me, why are you standing there?"
Shuo'etu glared at the soldier beside him and scolded.
The soldier was startled and went to look for firewood.
It's just that it's so easy to find firewood in this world of ice and snow.
He searched for a long time before he found some dry branches, so he had to make do with putting them together to make a fire.
Although the flame was small, it still brought hope.
Shuo'etu sat cross-legged on the thick felt, closed his eyes and enjoyed the rare warmth.
In his opinion, the crackling sound is more moving than any beautiful music.
Shuo'etu pulled out the cork from the cowhide wine bag and poured it into his mouth.
The strong drink went down the throat with a rumbling sound.
Shuo'etu felt that his body was getting warmer.
He felt that his cheeks were burning red and his throat was a little itchy.
He narrowed his eyes and hummed the nursery rhymes his mother often sang when he was a child.
The lyrics of the song are not gorgeous, but they seem to be magical.
Every time Shuo'etu hears that song, he feels at peace.
His mother is no longer here, but Shuo'etu is still used to humming this ballad.
Whenever that familiar melody sounded, Shuo'etu felt as if his mother was still beside him.
It was completely dark.
Before this happened, the soldiers set up tents.
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This is not a flat-top tent that can accommodate many people, but a triangular tent that can only accommodate two people.
Although the conditions were very harsh, it was just a one-night affair and most of the soldiers could tolerate it.
Although this place is still far away from Hanzhong, Shuo'etu still cautiously ordered the soldiers to patrol at night.
In case the Ming army's scouts were roaming in this generation, he would be able to get the news as soon as possible.
Shuo'etu finally felt a little tired after arranging all this.
He closed his eyes and decided to take a nap.
His long military career made it difficult for him to get a full night's sleep.
He warned himself that he must always be vigilant so that he could respond immediately when the enemy made a sneak attack.
So he always sleeps for about an hour, never more than two hours.
Shuo Tu huddled in the felt tent and soon began to snore.
He has rich experience in wilderness survival and knows how to conserve energy and keep warm to the maximum extent.
The more your limbs are spread out, the easier it is to dissipate heat, while the heat will dissipate very slowly when you are huddled up like now.
In his sleep, Shuo'etu had arrived at Hanzhong City.
He saw tens of thousands of Ming troops and ordered the entire army to attack.
Under his command, the Eight Banners cavalry seemed to be in uninhabited territory, harvesting the lives of Ming army soldiers at will.
Every time they swung their swords, they could cut off a head, and the blood dyed the earth red.
Shuo'etu let out bursts of laughter.
The Southern Dog is the Southern Dog, and it is really vulnerable.
He really didn't know how Shang Kexi was forced out of the city by these southern dogs.
Although Shang Kexi is also a Han, he has been working hard in Liaodong for many years, and his character is far beyond what these southern dogs can compare with.
But it happened that Shang Kexi was forced by Nan Gou to dare not even leave the house.
It was really a shame and a great humiliation.
Shuo Etu decided to avenge Shang Kexi.
What he didn't dare to do, Shuo'etu came to do it for him.
"Kill, kill" Shuo'etu laughed wildly.
Under his leadership, the Manchurian cavalry was very happy running around and killing.
The soldiers of the Ming army fell one by one like paper.
“It’s really not satisfying” Just as Shuo Etu was sighing with emotion, a rumble of cannons suddenly sounded.
Shuo'etu was startled.
How can there be gunfire in such a good thing?
He followed the sound of the cannons and saw dozens of artillery mounted on a small mound a few hundred steps away.
The muzzles of these artillery pieces were pointed directly at our own camp.
Shuo'etu felt his throat was dry.
He wanted to shout for retreat but couldn't.
He wanted to turn the horse's head, but for some reason the beast just stood there blankly.
Rumble There was another burst of cannon fire, and in an instant the Qing cavalry was blown away.
Shuo'etu himself was also hit by a cannonball, leaving a large hole in his chest.
He lowered his head and looked at the bloody hole, astonished beyond measure.
How could this happen?
How could it become like this?
Wasn't it fine just now?
Why did it suddenly fail?
Could it be that the Ming army was just showing weakness before to lure them into taking the bait?
But this pretense looks too similar.
Ahhhhh Shuo'etu looked up to the sky and screamed, waking up immediately.
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He gasped for air, touched the sweat on his forehead, and looked extremely nervous.
It took him a while to realize that he was dreaming.
“What a weird dream” Shuo Etu said to himself.
He believes that dreams are reversed.
Since they were ambushed by the Ming army in the dream, the reality must be different.
But this is a reminder to Shuo'etu that we must not take it lightly.
Although the Ming army is not good at hard power, it is probably very good at playing tricks.
In short, you still need to be careful to avoid capsizing in the gutter.
"Here comes someone" Shuo'etu shouted at the top of his lungs.
Not long after, a soldier opened the tent and poked his head out: "General, what are your orders?"
"Bring me some hot water."
Shuo'etu said word by word: "I want to warm the wine to drink
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