|||->->The wind whirred, and Moji tightened the fox fur around his neck. This fox fur was given to him by his uncle. Fox fur, the clothes of the noble one. Moji knew that his uncle gave him his favorite fur, which was to hand over the Ashi tribe to him. Now that his uncle is dead, the fox fur is particularly here. The Ashi tribe will continue to grow with him, and this fox fur will be passed on all the time.

There are only more than 20,000 people in the Ashi tribe, and they are constantly fighting with the Zheng people. There are only more than 3,000 warriors left in the tribe. Half of the cattle, sheep and grass in the tribe are handed over to the royal court. This winter will be particularly difficult this year. I don’t know how many people in the tribe can’t get through it.

As the leader of the tribe, Moji has the responsibility to protect the safety of his tribesmen, so he fought for the first place every battle, striving to get more spoils. Using these spoils can exchange cattle and sheep supplies with other tribes. In addition, Kunbo Khan's reward should allow the tribe to spend the winter safely.

The Zhengren search team not far away had long discovered that the three thousand people and some old and weak soldiers who were behind could not arouse Moji's interest. How could the three thousand black wolf cavalry he led gnaw such fleshless bones? Moji was waiting, waiting for the Zhengren camp to open the search team to enter the village. At that time, he led the army to follow and rush into the Zhengren camp. Wouldn't it be fun to kill and set fire?

You can see the torches moving from afar. Zheng Ren left the village. Moji made a slow gesture behind him and quietly took his horse and walked forward slowly. The noise in front of Zheng Ren camp covered the sound of horse hooves stepping on the grass and making a tiny sound. Moji was secretly happy. As long as you approach fifty steps, the gate of Zheng Ren camp would not be able to cover it, and you could enter the village with a horse.

After a hundred steps, Jiang Anyi had already noticed the abnormality and shouted loudly, "Beware, the Moqi sneak attack."

Seeing that his whereabouts were exposed, Moji shouted, "Follow me." The sound of horse hooves surged like thunder, rushing towards Zhengying.

"Doway on both sides, garrison on the spot, and no rush to the camp." Jiang Anyi shouted to the search team, and then shouted to the sword-killing soldiers, "Get up and stop the enemy."

Moji rushed forward with great momentum, and saw the sword-killing team twenty steps away. He remembered Zheng Jun's huge killing weapon. He hurriedly stopped the war horse and shouted loudly, "There is the Zheng people's sword formation ahead, go around."

The galloping horse flow divided into two in front of the sword formation and extended to the left and right. On both sides were search teams and others who had no time to enter the camp. Jiang Anyi said anxiously, "The sword-cutting team changed the formation, defended the two wings, and the light cavalry followed me to attack."

These thousand sword-killing soldiers were all veterans, familiar with various methods of changing formations. After hearing the order, the captain in the team quickly directed the soldiers to react. Several rows in front stood still, and the rows behind quickly moved to the sides, like a cover covering the entrance of the camp.

Jiang Anyi had already recognized Moji. That night, he led his troops to rob and kill his generals, which made him good at sword skills. As a warrior, he was happy to see the hunting. Jiang Anyi brought the light cavalry to greet Moji. Moji was unhappy when he saw Jiang Anyi. He understood the interests of Jiang Anyi. It seemed that this night attack would be empty. After a little entanglement, the army began to be sent out in Zheng camp. Moji led his team to leave. Jiang Anyi was also afraid of being trapped by the enemy and withdrawing his troops back to the camp.

Since Moji attacked the camp, the Mo army began to entangle the Zheng army like cowhide cream, raided during marching, raided during camp, harassed during meals, set up ambush, fire attacks, and flooded water. The army was exhausted from dealing with it, and the army had to

Slow down and be careful.

The weather was colder day by day, and the army began to freeze to death and frostbite. Wang Keming was anxious and sent people to Zhenbei City every day to urge the arrival of cold-proof materials as soon as possible. The army's departure time had slowed down by an hour, but the camping was half an hour earlier. The mid-range of the daily journey was only fifty miles. Even so, more and more people were left behind, and the number of non-combat reductions was nearly a thousand people every day. After being attacked by the Moqi several times, Miaotishan disbanded the search team. Those Zheng troops who fell behind would be frozen to death on the grassland if they were not captured by the Mo people.

On August 26th, the night snow fell, and it was half a foot thick at dawn, and heavy snow was still rising. Wang Keming ordered a large army to station and wait for the arrival of cold-proof materials from Zhenbeicheng. The camp was about 560 miles away from Zhenbeicheng.

In the tent of the commander, Wang Keming summoned everyone to discuss military affairs. Jiang Anyi rushed to the tent from his residence. The north wind blew, and the snow was blowing all the way. The snow on the ground became thicker and it was inconvenient to move. Except for the soldiers patrolling, most of them hid in the tent to avoid the cold. From the residence to the tent, Jiang Anyi had a thin layer of snow accumulated on his body. He slapped the curtains and threw them into the tent, feeling the warm current. There was a charcoal fire rising in the tent, which was as warm as spring, but the words spoken from the tent made people feel cold.

"The baggage has been set off from Zhenbei City for five days, and it is still 230 miles away from the camp. We are trapped by snow, so it is difficult for the baggage to move forward." Wang Keming said with a heavy tone, "The spies from the Military Information Department discovered that the desert people were intensively mobilizing their troops, and seemed to be intentional to rob."

After pausing for a moment, when everyone digested the news, Wang Keming continued, "There were a total of 200,000 people escorting supplies from Zhenbei City, 30,000 light cavalry, 70,000 infantry, and 100,000 servants. Such troops could not stop the attack of the desert cavalry, so the general decided to send troops to the reception and escort the supplies. The heavy snow was sealed, and the movement was inconvenient. Only 40,000 light cavalry could be dispatched in the army. Who would like to go?"

Marching in the snow, and fighting with the desert army that is familiar with the weather and terrain, the task of receiving the baggage was very dangerous, and everyone was silent. Wang Keming's expectant eyes fell on Jiang Anyi, and Jiang Anyi felt warm and said with a sigh, "Jiang is willing to go."

Wang Keming nodded with relief and said, "Okay, okay. An Yi, 40,000 light cavalry is not enough to resist the desert army. You must adapt to the situation along the way, but the camp is short of supplies. You must meet with the baggage team within four days. After the meeting, the baggage team will be escorted back to the bait camp within ten days. I will give you a commander and give the baggage team to your unified command. An Yi, the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers are handed to you, so you must be careful."

Two hundred and thirty miles, four days means walking sixty miles a day. It is easy to ride sixty miles a day if you are usually a light rider, but heavy snow is flying and snow is difficult to move. There are Mo Army peeping outside, and it is very easy to get lost. After meeting, you have to rush to the camp for ten days. It seems that you only walk more than twenty miles a day, but you have to take care of Moqi in the snow with your baggage. The difficulty can be imagined. The commander in the army is not a joke, and once you miss the time, it is a death sentence. Jiang Anyi took a deep breath and replied in a deep voice, "Jiang Mou obeys the order."

"Snow marching scouts are particularly important. I asked Wang UFIDA to select 80 experienced scouts to accompany you. You should prepare immediately and set off as soon as possible. Today is not included." Wang Keming ordered.

Jiang Anyi bowed and bowed, turned around and left the camp. Wang Yong

The friend followed him out of the tent and smiled and called him, "Mr. Jiang, let's go see the scout with me first."

The last time Jiang Anyi was slandered, Wang Uyou was demoted by guarding the Shou Ling Buyan, but he did not vent to Anyi, Nujiang. Instead, he admired Jiang Anyi very much because of Wang Keming. Jiang Anyi fought bravely, which made Wang Uyou feel that Jiang Anyi was very similar to Duke Shen when he was young. Jiang Anyi naturally would not be so stupid that he showed his face in front of Wang Uyou. The two came to see the scouts with a giggle.

Those who can become scouts are good players in the army. You must know that scouts can approach the enemy to inquire about information, draw maps to explore roads and find water sources, and they must be hiding and escape when they are discovered. If they are not good at riding, archery, and martial arts, they cannot be scouts. The risk of scouts is much higher than that of ordinary soldiers.

Jiang Anyi was most concerned about how to avoid losing direction in the snow marching. These scouts opened their mouths and looked at the sun during the day and the moon at night, or they would see the snow accumulation, the wind direction, and the saying that they could distinguish from the tree wheels. Many methods were never heard of by Jiang Anyi, and direction was not a problem in the eyes of these people.

After seeing the scouts, he went to the gathering place of the Light Cavalry. The coach ordered the Light Cavalry to be ready for departure. Forty thousand people filled the school grounds. Jiang Anyi saw his younger brother Jiang Anyong winking at him with excitement. This kid regarded war as fun.

Jiang Anyi deliberately did not look at him, and came to the high platform in front of the school grounds, without raising his anger, and spoke as usual, "Soldiers, I am the senator of the army, Jiang Anyi." His voice contained Yuan Xuan's true energy, suppressing the north wind that shouted, and clearly sounded in everyone's ears. Wang Yongyou secretly admired him, no wonder the Duke of the country appreciated this young man so much. This person's profound internal skills are rare.

"It's getting colder, and hundreds of thousands of brothers are trapped in the wind and snow. If there is no clothing to keep warm, most of them will be frozen to death without the attack of the Mo Ren." Jiang Anyi said in a deep voice, "Hao Long Sui has sent us supplies to keep warm from Zhenbei City, but they are also trapped by the wind and snow. The Mo Ren wanted to snatch these things and prevent us from living. What should we do?"

"Kill them", and the shouts came one after another. Jiang Anyi made his mood boil for a while and said loudly, "The General asked us to pick up these supplies and transport them to the camp. The lives of hundreds of thousands of brothers are in our hands. It was cold and snowing, and there were desert people staring at them with malicious intentions. Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid", "I'm willing to go to war with the lord", "I'll fight for my brothers", all kinds of screams came, which seemed noisy, Jiang Anyi pulled the moon-killing knife handed over by Park Tianhao, raised it high, and shouted loudly, "Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!", forty thousand scimitars, the spears were raised high, and the roar shook the sky and the earth. The bitter murderous aura forced the sky to run around and roll back.

Although he knew that the wind and snow march was extremely dangerous, time was tight. When the wind and snow were a little less, Jiang Anyi led 40,000 light cavalry to set off. Wang Keming stood on the arrow tower and watched the light cavalry leave. The red flag was clamoring in the strong wind and the wind and snow in the sky could not be blocked. This was to follow the scout's advice. Every ten feet a red flag was flying high, pointing out the direction of the way forward. The army disappeared in the wind and snow, leaving traces of the horses passing by on the snow. The wind swept the snowflakes, and the traces on the snow quickly faded. Wang Keming looked at the south and silently prayed for the army in the wind and snow.

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