Chapter 368: Retire the Ten Thousand Army with Slender Hands! 1
It was early morning, and the snow fell all night, and it finally gradually became sparse and stopped.
On the bluestone wall of Tingfeng Town, Qingyu gently stomped his feet, which were a little numb because of the cold, and narrowed his eyes slightly and moved his eyes to the snow field outside the city wall.
Although the snow was falling all night, he didn't dare to relax at all.
Tingfeng Town, that is the last line of defense to Fengling Kingdom south
If this line of defense is broken again, the army of the Ice and Snow Country will march forward and go south directly. At that time, it will be difficult to stop them again.
Now, there are less than 30,000 soldiers available in the city. Compared with Xuanyuan Ji's army of more than 100,000, it is really not worth mentioning.
In addition to this bad weather, it seems that all favorable conditions are on the other side.
The reinforcements of the Ninth Princess Murong Wushuang will arrive soon. This news has given Changkong Qingyu a little more hope.
No matter what, he has to stick with it
Persist until his ninth princess and his little emperor arrives!
"With such heavy snow, Xuanyuan Ji will definitely not attack again!"
The deputy general around him took off the wine bag from his waist and sent it to Changkong Qingyu
"The general has been staring for a night. Have some wine to warm up!"
"This Xuanyuan Ji is like a ghost in his use of troops, so he must not be careless!"
As Changkong Qingyu said, he took the wine bag and took a big sip. The cold wine was very spicy after entering the mouth, which made him feel a little tired.
From the corner of your eyes, someone seemed to flash in the snow field in the distance. Qingyu in the sky suddenly straightened his body and looked at it carefully.
"What's wrong? General!" the deputy general asked in confusion.
"It seems like someone flashed by just now!"
The sky clear rain carefully patrolled the snow field under the city wall, and the general also patrolled his eyes.
The eyes are covered with silver, reflecting the snow. The morning light seems to be a little brighter, and there are no figures.
"The general must be confused! In this kung fu, the northwest wind is like a knife, who can fight the battle..."
The deputy general said while sizzling heat on his palms.
"Everyone is on guard! Archers, prepare arrows!"
Changkong Qingyu gave a loud order, interrupting his voice