After taking a breath of coldness, Zhao Xingde felt that his chest and back were cold. Before leaving, he ate an egg and two sour noodles with horse meat. In less than an hour and a half, he was already hungry. His cotton robe and bearskin cloak were frozen, and his hands and feet were almost lost. He crawled in the snow. He felt that the cold air rose from the ground in waves, almost frozen himself into a popsicle.

When Zhao Xingde thought of the eggs and steamed buns, he felt guilty. In the Han Army's village, the little girl almost brought the most precious food to him. Zhao Xingde seemed to see her swallow a sip of water, and then ran away quickly. He broke off a piece of steamed bun and went to the kitchen to give her a little, but found that several women and children in the village were drinking with soup boiled with bark and grass roots. They said they would not eat Zhao Xingde's things. It was good for women to have grass roots and bark. Now it is the coldest time in winter, and the bark in the deep mountains cannot be peeled off. Now these are still preserved some time ago.

In winter, the hungry Han army could hardly capture any Khitan camp, and the concentrated Han army was the best target for Khitan cavalry. The Khitans hid in the strong camp, with a hot kang, and a large piece of meat and big bowls of wine, and they would not come out at all. The Han army could only take a few women and children in the deep mountains and forests.

"Sir, can your artillery really open the Khitan village?" The big eyes seemed to be shaking in front of him, and the tender voice would still be like in his ears, "Really?" Zhao Xingde assured the leader of the Han army that as long as the artillery on the sea was transported, they would definitely be able to capture the Khitan village. In winter, a large number of food, grass and livestock were hoarded in the Khitan villages. Other Han people, Bohai people, and the five countries could only maintain their immortality. The Han army was eager to see Zhao Xingde and their artillery, and there were different people asking this question almost every day.

One day, Wang Tongdeng didn't know if he was annoyed by the question or was unable to bear it in this village, so he whispered: "The Khitans are there, won't you go to fight yourself, you shrank your head and turtle."

All the Han army stopped talking, and Wang Hengzhi, the boss's face turned red and white, and then he took the action of sneak attack on the Khitan Village. Zhao Xingde knew that because many war horses were starved to death, the horse meat was taken as food. Wang Tongdeng was always angry, but he still scolded Wang Tongdeng severely and warned him that he would kick him back to Xia Kingdom without hesitation. Then, Zhao Xingde went to persuade Wang Hengzhi not to take risks, but Wang Hengzhi refused.

"Our Han army can also fight, not a turtle huddled in the mountains." Wang Hengzhi wiped his iron knife and responded with a pale face. Obviously, he cared about Wang Tongdeng's words. Zhao Xingde went to find Xu Detai, the third military advisor, to hope that he would persuade Wang Hengzhi not to act irritably, but Xu Detai said another thing.

"It is better to die in battle than starve to death." Xu Detai's face was haggard, which was very consistent with the image of the military advisor in the play. Unfortunately, this was not because he had the talent of marching into heaven and earth, but because he was hungry. The arrival of Chengying Camp increased the burden on the camp. The Han army had tried to provide the best food and accommodation for these soldiers representing the Xia Kingdom, but they themselves ate the least and simplest things.

"We must maintain our strength and stay when it is more useful." Zhao Xingde said in a deep voice. He did not expect Xu Detai to be so stubborn.

"Is there any useful time?" Xu Detai smiled coldly, with a finger missing from his right hand, and he pulled out a dagger from his boot and inserted it on the table. "If you fight off a Khitan, you will lose one."

Zhao Xingde said in a deep voice: "I don't agree to sacrifice the lives of soldiers for nothing."

"Then let's do it ourselves!" Wang Heng pushed open the door and threw his helmet on the table, "Let you see how the Han army fought." Finally, Zhao Xingde agreed and took Chengying Camp with him to attack the nearest Khitan village, the Evil Tiger Village.

In this way, more than 2,000 ragged Han soldiers and seven hundred soldiers with pretty armored and high morale set off from the mountain village, walked through the knee-deep snow and dense forests, and sneaked to the vicinity of the Khitan camp. The Han army cut down wood in the forest far behind and tied it into a simple ladder.

According to Pu Tieyan, the second leader of the parable village, there were more than a thousand Khitan households, nearly two thousand cavalrymen, as well as "in-eat" food and "in-drinking" wine. Because the Han people could not get close to this village at all, Zhao Xingde even suspected that what he said was imagination. Zhao Xingde suggested luring the enemy to attack, and then he used Chengying's cavalry to intercept the enemy in the middle, but Wang Heng laughed at it. The Khitans are not fools. In winter, the Khitans in such small villages will never come out. It is cold and there is food and drink, and whoever comes out is a fool.

The Khitans' village walls were not high, with five feet of rammed earth and five feet of dense wooden piles. There were mergings on the wooden piles, and there were arrow towers built every other section. There were many ethnic groups such as Han people, Bohai people, Five Kingdoms, Jurchens, etc. Most of the Khitans were garrisons, maintaining the rule of the Liao Kingdom and plundering local wealth.

Looking at the Tumu Village wall that was only about ten feet long, it was like a natural barrier in a flat snow. If there were artillery, Zhao Xingde sighed and his stomach rumbled a few times. The sound seemed contagious, Wang Tongdeng, Du Chuijiao, Jian Cheng and others gurgled one after another.

The fourth head of the army, Tong Yunjie, turned his head and smiled at Zhao Xingde. Before he went up the mountain, he was a juren from the Liao Kingdom. Tong Yunjie took out a handful of fried sour noodles from his arms and handed it to Zhao Xingde, indicating that he would eat with Xue and pad his stomach. Tong Yunjie's cheeks were thin and his eyes were very deep. Zhao Xingde couldn't bear to brush his kindness and carefully took out a ball of clean snow, mixed with the fried sour noodles, and swallowed it in big mouths. The unstained sour shell was hard and scattered. His throat was itchy and almost reflexively retching. Zhao Xingde quickly suppressed himself and forced the cold snow and fried noodles to swallow it. He felt a cold thing directly into his stomach, as if frozen into a ball. Now it was cold outside, and there was another ball of snow water inside, which was frozen through, and his teeth couldn't help but make a sound.

Tong Yunjie looked ahead without seeing him, but Park Tieyan behind him snorted coldly. Although these Xia soldiers had good martial arts skills, they were pretty precious. If there were no Han army, they wouldn't be able to survive in the dense forests of Liaodong for a winter. Since the arrival of Chengying Camp, even the food of Wang Hengzhi, the leader of the village, had been reduced, and they were still talking. If it weren't for fighting in front of these outsiders, it was proved that the Han army could still fight, not the hungry people who could only hide in the mountains, and there wouldn't be this battle today, more than two thousand brothers, I wonder how many of them could go back?

As the sky gradually became dusk, torches were lit on the Khitan wall, and people could vaguely see their heads shaking under the fire. It was the best target of the Han army. "It's time," Wang Hengzhi's eyes flashed with excitement, and waved his hand to let the second head of the boss, Park Tieyan, lead two hundred forwards, crawl over the snow, and use bows and arrows to get rid of the Khitan soldiers defending on the village wall. Tong Yunjie, the fourth head of the boss, led 400 people to drag twenty cloud ladders behind. Once the ladder was mounted, Wang Hengzhi took more than a thousand people to start robbing the village.

"General Zhao's people came from afar, and they were the eldest lady's guests. They could not afford to lose money. Let us Liaodong Han people do this job." Wang Heng blocked Zhao Xingde's questions with one sentence, and turned to watch the situation on the battlefield again.

"Sir, what should we do?" Unexpectedly, he did not have the opportunity to play when he arrived on the battlefield, and Wang Tongdeng couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Do you want to go up?" Zhao Xingde looked at the Evil Tiger Village built in the plains of the valley. The snow was very deep around him. If he could not sneak up quietly, he would be a living target of arrows with the speed of the Han army moving in the snow.

Several leaders of the Han army were busy giving their final agitation to their subordinates. After all, it was nothing more than "opening the Khitan village, eating and drinking, and drinking." "We should not think about anything, but a Khitan man is considered one." "The lady's guest was watching from behind, and she still brought the seeds. Don't lose the Han army camp."
Chapter completed!