The snow fell like hemp, and the rustling sound was heard.

The four horsemen left Xin'an Village and headed towards Baishan Society to the north.

There is a very large plain over there, with some small villages distributed, and Jiaoshan is between Baishan Society and Huangshan Society.

The four horses crossed the hills of the northern mountains and headed towards the plains below the mountain. The snow was flying, and the vast white area was so white that it was hard to see the field clearly. Han Daxia and the four of them were standing on their horses, all lowering their heads to resist the whistling wind and snow. The breath of white air was exhaled from their mouths.

The north qi spreads the golden scepter, and the cold light shines on the iron cloak.

The four of them wore thick cloaks, all wearing iron armor, their armor pieces were painted with red paint, and eight-petal hats and iron-pointed helmets. Their behavior and equipment all showed that they were extremely elite soldiers.

When traveling outdoors, necessary equipment is indispensable. They also have tents, blankets, beans and other essential items, jerky, soju, drinking water and other supplies, as well as weapons, shields, etc. Some carry bows and arrows, and they also carry double inserts.

They wore gloves like their hands holding the reins, which were very thick and thick wool at the port.

There is also a sprint, which in addition to protecting the neck on all sides, naturally also has a warm effect. The inner lining of the fine pieces of armor is thick velvet.

However, although fully armed, the wind and snow swept through the wind and snow still made people tremble. The weather was too cold. The sharp northwest wind was blowing, with goose-feathered snowflakes, especially those riding high on the horse, as if they were about to be swept away by the wind and snow.

The four of them were covered in snow, and even the gloves holding the reins were thick and white.

The horses under their crotch kept sniffing and spraying strong white air. In the snowy environment, it was difficult for the horses to gallop, and even if the four of them dared not gallop.

Although they practice equestrianism during this period, they can trot, but they can't ride on horseback.

The wind and snow were too heavy, and Hu couldn't stand the trekking against the wind. Not to mention the coldness of his whole body, his equestrian was the worst among the four.

He didn't even grab the reins, but just hugged the horse and hugged it in the saddle, wrapping his cloak tightly, allowing the war horses under his crotch to follow the three horses ahead.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "Old... Han... take a break...ah..."

But it was so cold that it was trembling and trembling.

When Han Daxia heard this, he replied in front: "Go to the front... the waste village... go..."

There was still a white patch in front of me, and the wilderness was silent and there was no one. Occasionally, some weeds emerged from the snow, and it seemed that the surroundings had completely extinct. Sometimes I saw a few corpses, but they died of cold and starvation.

Whenever he saw this extinct scene, Han Daxia would think of Xin'an Village. The warmth, hot meals, and the warm kang at home. He was willing to use his life to protect that place.

The snow was still falling, and the biting cold wind whistled across. Just as the four horses were about to be frozen, they saw the shadow of a village ahead.

...

This is a wasteland, full of desolation, burned houses, piles of rubble, and demolished doors and windows.

The smoke from cooking stoves is broken, the weeds are blocking the road, the foxes and rabbits are running around, and you can even see white bones piled up by the abandoned house from time to time.

At this time, the entire abandoned village was covered in silver and snow, and only after entering the village would the snow layer on the road would be thinner.

Han Daxia and the other two found a slightly better abandoned house to rest, but Han Feng still tried his best to drill into the crack of the door and clamped some tiny snowflakes flying inside the house.

Hu Juye trembled and said, "I'm frozen to death."

Then he disappeared, but the sound of breaking the door and opening the windows kept coming from all around him. Soon he brought a lot of wooden boards, windows, tables and chairs to throw them into the room.

I quickly piled up a fire pit with a few stones, put firewood in, threw some dead grass, and took out my own fire sickle, quickly took out the inner flint and turtle velvet, pulled some turtle velvet wrapped around the flint, and scratched the flint a few times on the fire steel, and then the turtle shimmered red.

But his hands and feet were numb and a little inflexible. Hu Jueye cursed and blew it carefully on his mouth. Soon the fire velvet was ignited and threw it into the dead grass in the pond. The dry grass was ignited in the thick smoke, and soon, the dry firewood was ignited.

Finally, the firewood burned "crackling" and turned into a raging fire, and the warm breath appeared in the abandoned house.

Hu Juye breathed a sigh of relief, took off his cloak, shook away the snow, took off the iron kettle from the saddle, poured some wine and started to warm the wine. Soon the rich aroma of the wine wafted.

Judging from his quick hands and feet, the fire pit he built was scientific and reasonable, it was obvious that he did a lot of these things.

I once met several people who were busy looking for firewood, scooped up snow, and set up a small iron pot to boil water and boil meat. After the water boiled, it threw the dried and fine horse meat into it.

At the same time, everyone poured some wine and placed it on an iron kettle to warm it.

Han Daxia and Hu were employed. Three people were busy surrounding the fire pit. Chen Qiuao kept feeding the horses, giving them loose saddles, drinking some water, and eating some beans. At the same time, his ears were standing up to find out the movements around him.

The cold wind was still howling outside, and the snow was rustling.

The wind and snow pour in, the bonfire in the fire pit shaking, and the firewood burned even more vigorously.

Soon, the iron pots and kettles on the fire pit were boiling, with the strong aroma of wine and the aroma of broth. The four of them took out wooden bowls and poured them, and found something to sit, or drink wine or soup.

It was cold and the mellow soup and sour wine entered the stomach, making the whole body feel comfortable and warm. The four of them breathed in satisfaction.

Hu Juye took a deep mouthful of hot soju wine, and then took the chopsticks to the pot and chewed it.

He complained vaguely: "It's so cold in the weather, I'm going to come out to detect the surveillance... It's snowing now, and Jia is so heavy... Rinen controls it, I'm in trouble..."

"Um?"

Han Daxia looked at him violently and stood up. The armored leaves clanged: "Brothers, what are you saying? You know the situation in the village. We have just gained a foothold and the surroundings are full of bandits. Who will come out if we don't come out? If you dare to say such discourageous complaints, be careful of a certain military law!"

By the end, he was already stern.

Zeng Youyu smiled and smoothed out: "Okay, okay, all brothers, don't hurt the harmony... It's really cold this day... But Brother Han said it makes sense. It's over, and it's just like this. It's important to be kind..."

Hu Juye curled his lips, but he stopped talking.

The four of them sat quietly on fire, sharing the food silently, the flames shaking, reflected on their iron armor.

I don’t know how long it took, but Chen Qiuao suddenly said, “The snow has stopped.”

All the three of you looked at me, but the rustling sounds outside were gone.

Han Daxia got up and opened the door. A gust of wind swept in, carrying some snow particles, but the heavy snow outside did stop.

Zeng Youyu stood by the door and sighed: "It has been snowing for several days, and it finally stopped."

Han Daxia looked outside for a while and said, "Let's go, and you have to go to Hezhuang."

They sorted out their equipment, tightened the saddle, and then took their own cloaks to tie them. Hu Juye stuffed his wine pot into the bag behind the saddle, and said cherishingly: "It's cold and cold in the wild. It's great to have wine and warm your body, but I don't drink much."

Everyone finally takes care of their weapons and leads the horses and walks out of the abandoned house.

Han Daxia was walking in front, and suddenly he paused. He remembered the snow-white spot on the other side of the street. Why did he suddenly have a few lines of footprints?

It's just a matter of this moment.
Chapter completed!