From Jiang County to Beishan Fort, the fast horse is very fast.

However, on a large-scale marching, in continuous sunny days and good road conditions, it takes several days for one way.

If heavy snow covers the mountain, and transports obstacles and builds bridges, the journey will be endless.

Jin Huanshan knew that he was still in Beishan Fort, Zhang Chongshui and Zhang Guang were in danger. Regardless of the difficulties and the hardships of the war soldiers, he sent five thousand soldiers, recruited a thousand Han auxiliary soldiers, as well as a number of craftsmen, guides, and brigades of supplies, and went to Beishan Fort with difficulty.

Two thousand commanders and more than two thousand Mongolian Yuan soldiers.

Not to mention that Jin Huanshan is quite loyal, Zhang Chongshui and Zhang Guang are both old subordinates, and he has some incense. Even if he is just for these more than two thousand warriors, he can only grit his teeth.

The main roads entering the mountain are blocked. But the paths are still accessible. It’s just a hassle.

While Jin Huanshan was moving forward, he asked the spies to bring enough dry food to inquire about the situation around him and avoid being ambushed.

I went to inquire about the situation of Zhang Guang, the outside Zhang of Beishan Fort.

The feedback made Jin Huanshan happy and sad.

There was no Zhang Chongshui outside Beishan Fort, but there was a camp on Mangya Mountain. However, there was Wu Nian's troops besieged and patroled, and the spies could not enter.

What I was happy about was that at least these two idiots were not eaten up by Wu Nian. They knew that they would go to Mangya Mountain to set up camp and wait for reinforcements.

What was worried was that he knew that these two idiots were short of food. And his process was relatively slow.

If this continues, I'm afraid these two guys may be trapped and killed on Mangya Mountain.

Under the banner of the "Jin" character, Jin Huanshan was wearing a fully armed armor, with a thick black mask covering his face, only two eyes and one mouth were exposed.

As a household in the Mongol Yuan, Jin Huanshan has experienced all kinds of harsh environments. He is not afraid of the cold. Although he is wearing heavy armor, he moves freely.

The whistling sound of the cold wind blowing sounded in my ears. What caught my eye was the white snow.

The Han auxiliary soldiers in front of them held shovels, straw sandals, or cloth shoes, and rushed to build a road in the ice water.

The snow is now higher than the knees. Even if all the Han auxiliary soldiers are sent out, it will be difficult to open up too long roads in one day.

What's more, the Han auxiliary soldiers were also responsible for the large carts in the rear. Under the invasion of snow and water, the road was half-freezing, and as the wheels and horses were crushed, the pits were bumpy.

More than 5,000 people were sent to Yuan warriors, and more than 1,000 Han auxiliary soldiers ate and used a large amount of food. The number of vehicles was astonishing, some were horse-drawn carriages and some were rickshaws.

Anyway, the speed is like a snail.

The Han people also paid a huge price for assisting soldiers. Every day, one or two weak Han people fell in front or on the road.

Jin Huanshan had half of the Han bloodline, and he was relatively close to the Han people in the Mongolian Yuan side, but as a general of ten thousand households, he had no time to pay attention to these poor Han soldiers.

Even burial is impossible.

It takes a lot of effort to bury a corpse when it is cold.

In such a cold day, wild beasts lack food. Wild wolves will drag the corpse away and eat it.

When he came out, Jin Huanshan knew that it was difficult to enter the mountain this time. He had been walking for thirty days, but he was wrong and had been slowing down for thirty days.

Jin Huanshan felt that his patience had reached its limit.

But he did not get angry at the Han auxiliary soldiers and the Mengyuan soldiers, but just looked up at Beishan Fort, and a fire broke out in his heart.

Only the weak will get angry at the weaker ones.

"Wu Nian. If I had known it, I should have gone to the battle myself from the beginning and cut off your head."

"easy."

Jin Huanshan gritted his teeth and spurted out three white air from his mouth and nose.

"You persist again. I will arrive soon. I will bring enough food." Jin Huanshan took a deep breath, suppressed his anger towards Wu Nian, and began to hope again.

These two idiots.

Don't die.

late at night.

On Mangya Mountain.

Inside the Mongols and Yuan people’s clan.

The Mongols and Yuan warriors have reached their limits.

Wu Nian's day and night harassment consumed a lot of their physical strength and disrupted their distribution plan. Now they even killed all the war horses, and the food they ate every day was 30% of the usual ones.

That is, three-point fullness.

In such a cold weather, even with the physical fitness and anti-freezing ability of the Mongols' warriors, they will get sick and die.

That's right.

The Mongolian Yuan warriors began to get sick and became popular.

At first, only a few people were infected with wind and cold, fever, and cough, and later they were small pieces, small pieces. Now they have transported more than twenty bodies out.

There is not enough firewood in the village now, and there is no fire during the day and night. The soldiers can only roll up their bedding and squeeze together to keep warm.

A very small number of war soldiers will be arranged to patrol and stand guard at night. These war soldiers will get a little food.

In such a situation, the intensity of alertness can be imagined.

On an arrow tower, three warriors who were vigilant were crowded together, rolled up a bedding, one had a fever, two were dizzy, and their defense was useless.

Not far ahead of them, on the snow. Wang Gui led a team of people and walked forward with difficulty, trying not to make any sound.

Especially the war soldiers wearing armor weighing dozens of kilograms of armor, taking a step forward would be like falling into a pit, raising their feet and leaving.

In the snow and ice, they just went down the mountain and were already sweating and panting.

When he arrived at the gate, Wang Gui lay on the snow and looked up, but he saw no one.

"Why are there no one guarding the camp gate?" Wang Gui was puzzled, but hesitated.

"Go." Wang Gui waved his hand and ordered.

A group of ordinary elite soldiers carrying ladders walked to the camp gate with difficulty and set up the ladder.

It was not until this time that someone made a weak sound.

"Enemy attack!"

"Go up." Wang Gui's face tightened, he waved his hand quickly, and rushed up with his armored warriors. The battle process was not good enough.

Wang Gui was facing not the powerful Mengyuan warriors, but the rotten Liaodong generals. He just needed to stretch out his hand and pierced the window paper.

The same was true for Zhang Sheng on the other side. The two quickly opened the camp gate and rushed into the Mengyuan Mountain Village.

"The general has an order. Kill them all." Wang Gui's cheeks flushed and his whole body was trembling with excitement.

If there is anything that can be more excited than defeating the Mongols and Yuan soldiers.

It just defeated the Mongolian Yuan warriors with no effort.

General, you are such a clever plan.

God, thank you for this heavy snow.

In the big tent.

The stove was burning vigorously, and Zhang Guang sat on the chair, unable to sleep all day long. His two dark circles were dark and big, and his face was haggard, as if he was ten years older.

As a commander, he has no worries about food and drink. But he is also waiting to die. What is the difference between eating and not eating?

Now Zhang Guang is even looking forward to Wu Nian launching an attack as soon as possible.

This will end.

Death is just a matter of a moment, and waiting for death is really long.

"If I had known this, I might as well lead the troops to charge from the beginning. Even if I could not break through the three levels set by Wu Nian, I could at least kill some people."

"It's decent, too."

Zhang Guang smiled bitterly.

Just then.

The word "Enemy Attack" sounded. Zhang Guang shivered, but he quickly calmed down. He stood up, tidied up his clothes first, then came to the weapon stand next to him, and pulled out his sword.

The knife is white and the blade is sharp, this is a good knife.

But unfortunately, this time it is not used to cut the enemy.

Zhang Guang turned the blade to him, his eyes were frightened and relieved. He gritted his teeth and raised the steel knife, and the blade gently stroked his neck.

As a stream of blood gushed out, Zhang Guang fell forward to the ground.

He opened his eyes, but no fear, only relief and ease.

Damn Wu Nian.
Chapter completed!