The desolate wilderness.
The cold wind was like a knife, sweeping snow all over the sky.
In this white snowstorm, the Divine Sword First Army was marching silently.
Today is the twenty-third day of the first lunar month of the eleventh year of the Xuanli calendar. We are still eight hundred miles away from Pingling Mountain. There are still seven days left before the time required by Fu Xiaoguan to reach the destination!
But the time cannot be calculated like this. We have to arrive at least two days in advance because the team needs to rest.
That means there are only five days and eight hundred miles left, which shouldn't be a problem, but we didn't expect to encounter such a snowstorm.
"This damn God!"
Guan Xiaoxi cursed fiercely, turned around, and roared with all his internal energy: "Brothers, you have to be faster!"
The sound didn't travel far, but he soon saw that the team's speed had increased slightly.
In such weather, even war horses can't run.
Guan Xiaoxi was a little anxious, and then he saw a horse galloping towards him in the wind and snow.
"Xiao Xixi, haven't you eaten yet? Why are you so slow? How about letting my Third Brigade take the lead?"
He Sandao!
How come this bastard is so resistant to beatings?
When the soldiers of the First Brigade of the Divine Sword heard this, they immediately became unhappy. This battle formation was assigned to our First Brigade by Earl Ding'an. Why the hell are you, the Third Brigade, joining in the fun?
no!
We can’t let the Third Brigade get ahead of us!
Then, someone in the team shouted, "Brothers, run! We can resupply our horses when we reach Pingling. Hold on a little longer!"
"How about we sing a military song?"
“That’s a good idea!”
Then, a low voice sang among the First Brigade of the Divine Sword. The voice seemed to be blown off and dispersed by the wind and snow, but then more people joined in singing, and the voice became louder and stronger!
It seemed to be twisted into a rope, it seemed like a huge will that descended from the sky.
He Sandao opened his mouth in surprise, and saw that the First Brigade of the Divine Sword seemed to have turned into a dragon.
Even the war horses seemed to be inspired by the war song. Their speed suddenly increased and they galloped away, leaving He Sandao with... a mouth full of wind and snow!
"Is it still possible?"
He Sandao scratched his head. It seemed that he would have to let the brothers of the Third Brigade sing this war song more often!
Guan Xiaoxi rode his horse at full speed.
He knew that this military song did not have any magical power, but that this military song was like a war drum, giving the soldiers a strong spiritual motivation!
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It was also snowing heavily at Yanshan Pass.
The one guarding the pass was Han Feng, one of the eight captains under Peng Chengwu, the captain of the archery team.
There were 30,000 archers under his command stationed at Guanshang.
There are twenty-two sword towers on the Yanshan Pass, and now there are three hundred red cannons installed!
Among these 30,000 archers, 3,000 of them were dedicated to operating the 300 red-coated cannons. In Han Feng's opinion, it was impossible for the barbarians to break through Yanshan Pass.
General Peng personally issued an order yesterday, saying that the barbarians were very likely to come south in the near future, so he still set up defenses very carefully.
At this moment, he was standing in one of the arrow towers, holding a telescope in his hand, looking at the blurry prairie in the vast snow and wind.
The sky gradually darkened, the wind and snow were very strong, and the visibility was very poor.
In such weather, the barbarians must have nothing better to do than to go south!
If they come, wouldn't they be courting death?
Han Feng was not the only one who had this idea. Several of his captains also thought so.
"Han Tou'er, please go back to the camp and rest. Leave this to us."
"With the three hundred red-coated cannons built by Ding Anbo, we can kill as many barbarians as we want without even shooting arrows."
Han Feng put down his telescope and glared at the two captains beside him. "Since the general has said the barbarians are coming south, we must not be careless! Cook Cui, send a few men to test whether the red-coated cannons will be affected by the heavy snow. Don't let them misfire if the barbarians really come."
Cook Cui groped his crotch and said, "Boss, I just tried it yesterday. This thing is not afraid of wind and snow."
"I told you to try again!"
"Okay, boss!"
Cook Cui turned and left. Han Feng said to the remaining captain, "Zhao Dayuan, go check the armory and arsenal for me. The red cannons must have sufficient ammunition, and the supplies for guarding the pass must also be ensured!"
Zhao Dayuan immediately agreed and turned to leave.
Han Feng raised the telescope again and observed for another incense stick of time. There was no movement on the opposite side, not even a bird.
He walked out of the arrow tower and prepared to go down to the barracks with ten personal guards, but he thought for a moment and walked towards a red cannon in the distance.
Cook Cui was yelling in the snowstorm, "Everyone, get into position! Where's the centurion? Everyone, come here!"
"General Han orders the cannon to be tested again. All gunners and lookouts, return to your respective positions..."
On the huge wall, two thousand gunners and one thousand lookouts quickly took their positions under the leadership of their respective centurions.
They began to load ammunition, the lookouts raised their binoculars, and the gunners cranked the handles to adjust the angle of the muzzle.
Han Feng moved forward, looking carefully and was very satisfied with the 3,000 artillerymen - after training for more than half a year, these guys have now fully mastered the performance of the red cannon.
Although it is not yet possible to hit the target wherever it is pointed, half of the ten shells can still hit the target.
There are now 300 red cannons on the wall of the pass. Even if the hit rate is only half, they can completely cover the range of one kilometer outside the pass, while the enemy's arrows and crossbows can only shoot three to two hundred meters.
He raised his head and looked at the vast snow and wind. In such weather, arrows and crossbows could only shoot a hundred meters at most, and would be completely inaccurate.
So, savages, come quickly!
With this military achievement of guarding the pass, I'm afraid I can sit in the position of commander-in-chief.
Lu Dapao is a member of the artillery. He is responsible for firing the cannon numbered 250, and is called a gunner for short.
His lookout was Miao Renfeng. By this time, the cannon had been loaded and Miao Renfeng had already raised his telescope, searching for the supposed target. Lu Dapao was waiting for Miao Renfeng to report the approximate distance and direction of the target, but he didn't expect Miao Renfeng to suddenly roar:
"There are enemies!"
Lu Dapao glared at Miao Renfeng and said, "What the hell, enemy! Hurry up and find a target to fire this cannon at! I still need to go eat."
Miao Renfeng did not answer, because the enemy in his telescope also stopped at this moment, and he even saw the person opposite was looking at him with a telescope!
The distance between them was only three hundred meters, and there was only one person on the opposite side!
A man on horseback.
He began to count: "Three hundred meters, a quarter to the left..."
The man turned his horse around and left!
"Four hundred meters away... five hundred meters away...!"
"How much do you really have?"
"Seven hundred meters, launch!"
Lu Dapao quickly adjusted the muzzle and pulled the fuse.
Amidst the roar of the cannon, Miao Renfeng's eyes suddenly widened.
The heavy snow affected his vision and his judgment of distance.
All he saw at the farthest point of his vision was a dark mass!
“Enemy attack…!”
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