Chapter 408: Snow and snow all the way

In the Central Plains, heavy snow like goose feathers fell all night and finally stopped in the early morning.

By dawn, the clouds had disappeared and the snow had passed.

In the cold morning breeze, in the dawn of dawn, on the snow that drowns the horse's hooves, a huge iron cavalry was galloping along the official road to Guanzhong in the cold wind, braved the cold.

On the night when the decisive battle in the Central Plains came to an end, Huangfu Jian led two thousand personal guards and ten thousand dragon cavalry to the way home braved the wind and snow. Cao Cao was killed in battle, and Tao Qian, Tian Kai, Chen Gong, Chen Deng, Xun Yu, Cheng Yu, Liu Ye and others were beheaded.

In troubled times, Huangfu Jian made a ruthless move this time. All the princes, generals and strategists involved in the rebellion in the Central Plains were either killed in battle or executed by Huangfu Jian. In the end, Huangfu Jian ordered the three princes, Cao Cao, Tao Qian and Tian Kai, and the family property of the three tribes, were all taken back to the national treasury. All the remnants of the Central Plains were wiped out, and the war in the Central Plains was settled.

That night, Huangfu Jian received a letter from Feige from Guanzhong. The Yizhou army, who had been patient for a long time, could not hold back. After learning that Huangfu Jian appeared on the battlefield in the Central Plains, he thought that the time for raising troops was ripe, so he immediately divided the troops and left Hanzhong.

The army along the way, led by Huangfu Song, the general of the Han Dynasty, went out of the Xigu. Afterwards, Huangfu Song led tens of thousands of troops to Wuzhangyuan to confront Zhangliao Canglang Camp, which was stationed in Wuzhangyuan.

All the way, led by Lu Zhi, the former general of the Han Dynasty, the troops went out of Chencang Mountain and attacked the Sanguan Pass at night. The Sanguan Guard was unprepared and the Sanguan Pass fell. The barrier between the central and southern Guanzhong was opened by the Yizhou Army. Then Lu Zhi led his troops to cross the Wei River and attacked Chencang City in surprise. Fortunately, Huangfu Jian had already made arrangements and transferred the right army Yan Zhong to Chencang to take charge. The Yizhou Army led by Lu Zhi did not get a report again.

After receiving the letter, Huangfu Jian pondered for a long time before he decided to rush to Chang'an overnight. He did not expect that his uncle Huangfu Song would lead troops to attack him with a spear. He also knew the abilities of Huangfu Song, Lu Zhi and Zhu Yi. Although these three people had no better chance of performing due to his appearance in this life and were somewhat unknown, the abilities of these three people were still there. Yan Zhong and Zhang Liao did not have much chance of winning against them, so Huangfu Jian decided to rush back as soon as possible.

The snowy earth, the biting cold wind blew by, rolling up snow and mist in the sky.

The snow mist filled the soldiers from time to time, and it was as painful as a knife cutting.

After a night of marching, a thick layer of frost condensed on the eyes, eyebrows and faces of the soldiers. The armor on their bodies also frozen together, making rattle sounds from time to time. The war horses were blindfolded by the snow fog, and shook their big heads from time to time, panting heavily.

The wind and snow could not stop their pace of progress, and the cold could not stop their pace of progress. Ten thousand iron cavalry drove hard in the snow. They ate the wind and stayed in the dew, endured hunger and froze. After five days of march, Huangfu Jian and his party arrived in Chang'an City.

Ziwu Valley, north-south vertically, is about 600 miles long, starting from the Qinling Mountains in the southwest of Chang'an, and ending at the south to Baozhong County in Hanzhong. The northern exit is called "Zikou" and the southern exit is called "Wukou". Crossing Ziwu Valley requires passing through cliffs and steep mountains, and there are several plank roads set up on turbulent deep streams. They all walk in deserted mountains. If there is a slight mistake, they will die for a lifetime.

A few dozen miles southwest of Chang'an City, a camp appeared here at the northern exit of Ziwu Valley in the Qinling Mountains. This camp was like an open pocket, firmly occupying Ziwu Valley's northern exit. It can be said that even if a deer ran out of Ziwu Valley, it could not escape the sight of the defenders in the camp.

Of course, this big village was built by five thousand barbarians ordered to garrison Ziwu Valley.

In the camp, Shamoke, the king of Wuxi barbarians who was ordered to garrison here, looked at the thick snow in the mountains and walked back and forth in the big tent bored. Every step of his huge body would make a heavy sound, like a giant beast in the mountains.

For more than a month, Shamoko stayed in this place where birds were not shit. Both eyes as big as copper bells saw cocoons, and no ghost came from Ziwu Valley. The wild wolf saw several, but they were all killed and burned by these boring barbarian soldiers and fed their belly.

For a month, the birds and beasts in this forest have suffered and were sent into their stomachs by these boring barbarian soldiers. Even snakes in hibernation cannot escape the disaster. Now it is extremely difficult to find a bird nearby. Even animals that escape by chance can escape as far as they can. They are scared by the smell of blood in this place.

"Why no one has come here yet? When will I wait? I will follow His Majesty to kill the generals and make contributions!" Shamoke roared loudly in the tent in distress. He was used to being majestic beside Huangfu Jian. Now Shamoke feels that he has been beaten back to his original form and has become the barbarian king who has originally lived in the mountains.

The barbarian soldiers outside the tent seemed to have become accustomed to their king's roar, so no one came in to disturb him, and no one dared to disturb him. Although the barbarian king Shamoke looked respectful in front of Huangfu Jian, he was not so polite to the barbarian soldiers. Beating and scolding was more common than eating, drinking, pulling and withdrawing.

Shamoke was repaying his grievances, and the enemy did not appear earlier, which made him miss the opportunity to kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions. But he did not dare to disobey Huangfu Jian's orders. Thinking of the black spear in Huangfu Jian's hand, Shamoke felt a chill in his heart. Even behind Huangfu Jian, he did not dare to say anything to Huangfu Jian, and he didn't even dare to think about it.

"Report!" At this moment, a barbarian soldier like a thin monkey flashed into Shamoke's tent.

"Didn't you see that I'm busy? What's the fuss?" Shamoke glared at the thin barbarian soldier. In fact, he was idle and bored, so he was in a bad mood, so he vented his anger on the barbarian soldier.

"King, someone has come out of Ziwu Valley." The barbarians blinked innocently and replied.

"What? You guy said it again!" Shamoko heard that, he stopped walking and his head shaking, and shouted excitedly.

"King, a large group of people are coming toward Ziwu Valley." The barbarians had no choice but to repeat.

"Hahaha... the wild boy has finally arrived, and I can't wait! I will quickly send you the orders to fuck you and follow me to kill people." Shamoko opened his mouth wide, shouting happily like a kiln door.

Now Shamoke has been over. As long as he kills these ghost boys, he doesn't have to stay in this place where birds don't poop. He can go back to the side of His Majesty, eat delicious food and drink spicy food, and kill the enemy with His Majesty. Maybe he can be a marquis or something. Shamoke smiles all over his face and thinks proudly.

"Buzz buzz..." For a moment, the camp became irritated. The boring barbarian soldiers carried spears and bows and arrows out of the camp. Under the leadership of the barbarian king Shamoke, they rushed towards Ziwu Valley not far away.

These barbarians who have lived in the mountains since childhood ran faster in the snow than on flat ground. They arrived at the entrance of the valley in a short while. Shamoko rode on his huge Taurus beast, holding the caltrop bone, and looked into the valley. Good guy, at some point, there was a large number of people appearing in the valley, and there was no end at all. At least with Shamoko's wisdom, I can't tell how many people there were.

If this team of people had to be called this, they would no longer be human. They were all thin, as if they hadn't eaten for a few days, walking weakly. They were wearing messy clothes. In such cold weather, most of them were exposed with their upper bodies and barefoots, and were not afraid of being frozen. Some of them were just wearing animal skins randomly, like savages who had just come down from the mountains.

Walking at the front of this team was a giant man. Although his figure was not as exaggerated as Shamoko, he was about one head taller than the others and was much more majestic. The man was wearing a purple gold crown on his head, a red brocade robe with tassels, a grinding jade lion strap with his waist, and a hawk-mouthed green boots. He rode a curly red rabbit horse, hanging two pine-patterned swords, and wearing a jewelry-like spirit. He knew that he was the leader of these people at a glance.

Three people followed behind this man, and his dress was different, probably some leaders.

"Hahaha..." Shamoko was happy when he saw it and burst into laughter.

All of them came to Shamoke's acquaintances. The man with a jewel-like jewelry was the Southern Barbarian King Meng Huo. The three people following Meng Huo were the Sandong Cave Marshal under the Southern Barbarian King Meng Huo. The first cave was Marshal of the Golden Ring and the Sanjie Marshal of the Golden Ring and the second cave, Marshal of Dong Chana, and Marshal of the Third Cave. These people had dealt with a lot when Shamoke was the Wuxi Barbarian King.

At this time, Shamoko finally knew who the enemy he had been waiting for more than a month. No wonder, only barbarians who lived in the mountains for a long time could get out of the dangerous land like Ziwu Valley. Who among ordinary Han people has this ability?

"Menghuo! I have been waiting here for a long time, why did they walk so slowly? I have only arrived now?" Shamoke shook his caltrop bones in his hand and shouted loudly at the barbarian king Menghuo who was still in the valley.

This loud shout was like a bolt from the blue, and everyone in the valley was stunned. The barbarian king Meng Huo looked up at Shamoke and the Wuxi barbarian soldiers with five thousand bows and arrows behind Shamoke, and their faces were ashamed. At the invitation of the King of Shu, he led his three-hole troops to attack Chang'an from the Ziwu Valley Trail. He thought he was doing something without anyone knowing it, but he didn't expect that he was blocked in the valley now. And the old acquaintance of Wuxi barbarian king Shamoke, which made him calm.

"Hahaha..." After a while, the Southern Barbarian King Meng Huo also laughed. "Shamoke, this time I brought an army of 10,000, and Chang'an City is just around the corner. Why don't you and I join forces? One person has half the wealth in Chang'an City?"

The Barbarian King Meng Huo was not easy, so he immediately persuaded Shamoke. In Meng Huo's eyes, the barbarians love money and would help whoever gained a lot of benefits. Now there is a huge opportunity to make a fortune in front of him. He thought Shamoke would not refuse.

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