"When did Hansheng become so sentimental?"

Just as Huang Zhong was sighing, a voice suddenly came from behind, and it was Ma Teng.

"Hehe~ I grew up in Nanyang and have never seen what snow looks like!"

Huang Zhong didn't turn around, but just chuckled softly, still looking up at the starless night sky.

"Hmm~ Snow? What's so interesting about that?"

Ma Teng chuckled, then walked to Huang Zhong's side and, like Huang Zhong, looked up at the night sky. "Do you know what it means when it snows in Xiliang and the North?"

"What does that mean?"

Huang Zhong turned his head to look at Ma Teng's profile. Although it was pitch black, he could still see a trace of worry on Ma Teng's face.

"Snowfall means a drop in temperature, which will cause countless civilians and soldiers on the frontier to freeze to death or suffer frostbite. The same will happen on the grasslands, where they will lose a large number of cattle and sheep. In order to replenish their livestock, they will raid the borders, and countless civilians and soldiers on the frontiers will bleed to death as a result!"

"This snow is blood red! Would you still be looking forward to it?"

Ma Teng sighed softly, turned his head to look at Huang Zhong, and their eyes met in an instant.

Although it was pitch black, Huang Zhong still saw a hint of sadness in Ma Teng's eyes, a sadness that made Huang Zhong's heart tremble.

As a descendant of General Ma Yuan, Ma Teng's family had guarded the northwestern frontier for hundreds of years. From his childhood, Ma Teng had witnessed countless people freezing to death in the cold winter, as well as foreign tribes plundering Han people in order to survive.

That's why Ma Teng felt so strongly about it! In his view, the cold winter and the drifting snowflakes were the source of the Han people's disasters.

"So His Majesty sent us here!! Just to leave that touch of red here..."

Just then, a cold voice came from behind Huang Zhong and Ma Teng. The two turned around and saw Gongsun Zan walking slowly over from the side.

"Heh~ Bo Gui, you're not asleep either?"

Ma Teng smiled and greeted Gongsun Zan.

"Hmm! I can't sleep. This kind of weather reminds me of things from the past!"

Gongsun Zan nodded and came to the two of them. The three of them stood side by side in a row and looked up at the deep night sky.

"Oh? I wonder if Bo Gui could tell me?" Hearing a hint of melancholy in Gongsun Zan's words, Huang Zhong's expression changed.

After sharing joys and sorrows for these days, Huang Zhong's relationship with Gongsun Zan, Ma Teng and others has become much closer, and a bond of camaraderie has taken root in their hearts.

Therefore, when faced with Huang Zhong's question, Gongsun Zan only sighed softly and then said:

"I was born into a noble family in western Liaoning, but because my mother was of humble origin, I was not the eldest son and was not valued in the family. So when I was six years old, I moved out of the house with my mother and the two of us struggled to make a living."

That winter, the night sky was overcast, the north wind howled, and soon it began to snow heavily! The snow that year was exceptionally heavy, and the weather was extremely cold! Our house was also dilapidated, and my mother gave me everything that could keep us warm, but she fell ill as a result and was on the verge of death…”

At this point, Gongsun Zan paused for a moment, his eyes slightly reddening.

"And then what happened?" Ma Teng couldn't help but ask.

"Later... I heard that there was a medicinal herb in the mountains outside the city that could cure my mother's illness, so I went out of the city alone to go up the mountain to collect the herb for my mother."

In this way, my mother's illness was brought under control. At the same time, I used the extra medicine to exchange for food. In this way, we persevered until the spring, and my mother's illness improved slightly.

Until one day, while I was gathering herbs in the mountains, I accidentally slipped and fell. It wasn't until dark that I returned to the city. The city gates, which should have been tightly closed, were wide open, and dozens of corpses lay at the gate…”

"At that time, there was hardly a living person in the city. The streets were full of the corpses of my Han Chinese people. I rushed home, but when I pushed open the door, I found my mother lying in a pool of blood, her clothes disheveled..."

Gongsun Zan's face had become extremely ferocious, and his eyes were filled with endless coldness and killing intent.

"So at that time, I made a vow: as long as I, Gongsun Zan, live, I will slaughter all the barbarians in the world, these creators of disaster!!"

His mother, his only family, was brutally murdered by barbarians. How could Gongsun Zan not hate them?

"Bo Gui...you..."

Huang Zhong turned his head to look at Gongsun Zan with a heavy expression. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.

Finally, Huang Zhong sighed softly, "Perhaps you are right! To prevent disaster, we must eliminate it!"

The next morning, the weather was exceptionally gloomy under the cover of dark clouds.

Sherli led all his soldiers to the depression.

"Lord Shariputra, it looks like it's going to snow soon. We must defeat them as soon as possible today!"

The relic looked up at the sky and nodded heavily.

"Pass on my order: Attack!!"

Immediately after Reishi gave the order, the sound of horns rang out, and the two thousand Northern Wuhuan soldiers at the front of the column, each holding a wooden shield as tall as a person, were divided into three teams and marched slowly toward the camp where Huangfu Song was located.

Sheri also personally led three thousand cavalrymen, following four hundred meters behind the infantry. This time, Sheri chose to mobilize the entire army, preparing to defeat the Southern Wuhuan people in one fell swoop.

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