crossing with green hills

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Even so, it's remarkable.

Meng Tian, ​​who is also in the Xiantian realm, dare not underestimate him.

"Hahaha! Boy of the Meng family, you were ordered to supervise the construction of the Great Wall, and the old man was also ordered to garrison the northern border for many years. You and I hate those prairie barbarians. It is the old man's lifelong wish to lead troops to the north, and I am afraid it is also in your heart Hope, now you and I will each lead a team and drink horses to go north, do you have the courage to take a gamble with the old man, see if you will be the first to break through Loulan, or the old man will break through the Xiongnu royal court first!"

Wang Jian went to Meng Tian's side, stroked his beard, smiled boldly, looked at the vast snow field, his turbid old eyes flashed a gleam, as if he saw the ten thousand horses galloping together, the blood-drinking Xiongnu, heading straight for the king's tent scene.

With a movement of his eyes, he glanced at the undiminished veteran. Meng Tian's heart was boiling with enthusiasm. He turned his head to look back, his face was serious, and he was ready to go. As soon as he gave an order, he immediately galloped into the battlefield and rushed into the vast prairie where the wind and snow were howling. Meng Jiajun.

Meng Tian's heart was agitated, he drew out his long sword, and held it high in the air, as if responding to Wang Jian, but also as if expressing his heart, more like swearing an oath to the grassland, and shouted loudly:

"Dawn fights with the golden drum, night sleeps with the jade saddle.

Willing to put the sword down at the waist, straight to cut Loulan.

The soldiers of heaven go down to the northern desert, and Huma wants to drink in the south.

Hengge from a hundred battles, straight to the title of grace.

Hold the snow on the sea to eat, and brush the sand long head to sleep.

He Dang broke Le's, and then he sat down.

......"

"Good ambition!"

Meng Tian's words made Wang Jian burst into laughter, and the laughter mixed with the whistling wind and snow, spread to an unknown distance.

"If there is a chance, this old man really wants to meet that well-known storyteller in Xianyang, and see what kind of a strange person he is, who can write such bold words, and those poems with strange rhythms, each of which makes the old man My heart is surging, and I can't wait to gallop on the battlefield immediately.

Unfortunately, since the immortal came into the world, that person has disappeared without a trace.Some people said that he was recalled to the fairy mountain, some people said that he lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and the complicated words of the world cannot be fully believed.

The old man heard that you had some contact with the storyteller, Meng Tian, ​​what do you think of this person? "

Wang Jian asked suddenly, his old voice was full of emotion and regret.

Meng Tian shook his head and smiled wryly, his thoughts turned around, recalling those years, "fighting wits and courage" with the storyteller, no matter what kind of strategy he came up with, whether it was chasing and intercepting, or hiding in the market, or hiding his name, as long as he made a move, he would be killed immediately. The other party found out and ran away.

It was the first time he met such a person who made him doubt his ability.

However, he had also secretly listened to that person's storytelling. Apart from the stories about immortals and gods, there were also many heart-shattering words. The ones he chanted just now were just two of them.

Hearing the old general's question beside him, Meng Tian's eyes were dark, he didn't know what he was thinking, and said with some inexplicable: "He is a strange person!"

Wang Jian rolled his eyes angrily, and glared at Meng Tian, ​​who said he was the same as he didn't say. It was the first time he saw him so unpleasant. He urged his horse back to the army, and looked at the elite soldiers trained by more than ten thousand first-class masters in front of him. The horse turned around and used its internal energy, and after a distance of several feet, he shouted in a deep voice:

"Boy Meng, if you lose to the old man in this battle, let the old man drink the high-quality spirit wine you got from Meng Yi!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the sound was like thunder, exploding among the thousands of troops who came with him, and even the raging wind and snow in the sky stopped slightly, as if the suppressed master was roaring, it was hard to stop the sound.

"set off!"

Da da!

Tighten the reins and pull the reins, the soldiers in the army move in unison, galloping horses, the hooves of the horses soaring high, the sound of neighing tearing apart the sky and clouds, the sound of galloping horseshoes shaking the veins of the earth, following behind the veteran, accompanied by the sound of rumbling, submerged into the vast snow field , was soon covered by the wind and snow, and it was difficult to find the slightest sight.

The traces made by the horseshoes trampling on the snow, within a few breaths, were submerged again by the wind and snow all over the sky.

In the air, there is only Meng Tian's voice with internal force, piercing through the wind and snow, and spreading far away.

"I'm afraid the old general will be disappointed! Meng Tian will never give the general this chance. At that time, the general may only have to drink Tian's celebration wine!"

The whistling sound of the wind and snow became more and more urgent, and indistinctly, wild and hearty laughter came against the wind and snow.

On the horse's back, the corner of Meng Tian's mouth twitched, the long sword in his hand did not retract, but was raised higher, the tip of the sword poured down slightly, the sharp blade shone with cold light, cutting the air and blocking the wind and snow.

Directly pointing to the unknown distance of the boundless snowfield.

"The whole army is ready, let's go!"

Then, he clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and took the lead, rushing into the endless snowfield like an arrow off the string.

The mountains shook and the ground trembled behind him, ten thousand horses galloped together, and ten thousand people followed closely in an orderly formation. Even when they were running fast, the formation was not chaotic at all.

All of them had firm eyes, seeing death as home.

The aura of his whole body matched that of the main general Meng Tian, ​​like a sharp knife, tearing open the wind and snow, exuding an aura of "If you don't break Loulan, you will never return it".

Go ahead!

The wind and snow roared louder and louder, followed closely by the army, covering the footsteps of the people, and strengthened the momentum of the army.

Running thousands of miles in the wind and snow, riding a horse to pass through the mountains.

With a bit of solemnity, with a bit of bleakness, with a bit of chill.

The two armies traveled through the wind and snow and galloped across the long snowfield.

……

Lingnan.

Mountains and mountains are connected, deep valleys intersect, steep and difficult to cross, dense forests and poisonous insects and miasma passing through them are the guarantee for the local aborigines to resist the invasion of the Great Qin Dynasty.

The reason why they were able to stalemate with the well-trained Qin army was that the Qin army itself was not good at mountain warfare, and because of the difference between the north and the south, the climate was not acclimatized.

More is relying on the location and the ferocity of running through the mountains and forests all year round.

However, at this moment, the Baiyue ethnic groups who have been comfortable for nearly ten years, did not expect that there is an army of tens of thousands of people coming out of Xianyang and heading here.

Compared with the 50 troops who conquered Baiyue in the previous campaign but ended in vain, the number of troops this time is only one-tenth of that at that time.

However, they are all composed of carefully selected warriors, and their cultivation bases are all above the second-rate, and each of them is an existence that counts one as ten and one as hundreds.

Carefully cultivated for several years, in addition to practicing the army formation every day, it is swallowing elixir and practicing martial arts. This army can be called a rare elite in the Great Qin.

Compared with the previous army of 50, it is even worse.

More importantly, with the gradual recovery of Daqin's aura, this army often haunts the mutated and dangerous mountains and cliffs. After several years of honing, it is now adaptable to the mountains and forests. Compared with the Lingnan natives, this powerful army , is worse than worse.

Shuo Feng was cold and severe, with a bit of biting cold, but Tu Ju only wore a thin white shirt with a layer of light soft armor on it, and reined in his horse and walked on the wide official road.

Looking at the neat queue, wearing armor and holding a spear, walking on the official road, the endless army.

Feeling the majestic and majestic aura of the army, which was concealed and silent, Tu Ju looked solemn, remembering the failure of the previous conquest of Baiyue, if not for the urgent recall by His Majesty at the end, what awaited him would be a completely defeated body. die.

The five fingers of the big hand that reined in the horse were tightly clenched, and the rein was pulled so tight that he didn't even feel it.