The Mongols and Yuan people were a powerful nation that emerged from the Baishui and Heishan Mountains.

To put it bluntly, it is a savage who survives in harsh environments.

Relying on their strong physique and their resilience to face harsh environments since childhood, they are fighting against the weather, hunger, and wild beasts.

When the warrior named Huhak stood up, unified the tribes of the Mongols and became emperor, the Mongols began to fight with the Chu State.

Zhang Guang was still very young and had never experienced the difficult life before the founding of the country. However, born further north, he was very familiar with the weather and the deep mountains and forests.

Not only Zhang Guang, but also his soldiers.

When it snowed just now, Zhang Guang and his soldiers didn't care. Although Liaodong is warmer than the Mongolian Yuan, it is not much better. It is normal for heavy snow to fall in winter.

But when they woke up after sleeping for a night, they felt sour.

On Mangya Mountain.

The spring water in the cave is still coming out. It will not be affected by the cold weather and will be released all year round.

The granary in the military camp is built tall and sturdy, so you can eat for thirty-five days if you save it.

It is not a problem to guard the mountain, with water, food, and warriors.

But Zhang Guang's face looked ugly, and he was a little depressed in the ugly state.

In the village, the rocks he stood on yesterday were covered with snow. Even if the snow was cleaned, he would not dare to stand up.

It will be very slippery.

Slide down and may be seriously injured.

This is not the most terrible thing.

What’s scary is that the sky is like it’s broken, and it’s still falling heavily on the geese feathers. The wind is strong and makes people’s eyes hurt.

The endless hills around are covered with thick white snow.

The snow in the village was constantly cleaned up by the soldiers and could not be seen. But when you walk out of the camp, you will know that the snow had reached the level of an adult half of his calf.

Zhang Guang and the Meng Yuan warriors both knew what this meant.

It’s not impossible for them to go out, but it must be difficult to leave. Will Wu Nian watch from the side? Watch them clear the snow and go out?

The most important thing is that reinforcements cannot come in.

They were trapped, with no reinforcements outside.

I chose a mountain. I thought there was water and food, so I could hold on to reinforcements.

Unexpectedly, I dug a big hole for myself.

"You can't put it again, if you put it again, it's all done." Zhang Guang stood under the gray sky, listening to the bitter sound of the wind, looking up at the heavy snow that kept falling, and his whole body trembled.

He and his soldiers were not convinced.

If Wu Nian dares to face them head-on, they will definitely win.

Wu Nian is a sinister villain who can only hide in the city and then make some small moves.

Even if there are only three hundred people.

If Wu Nian dared to fight him in a dignified manner, he would rush on to the death with the 300 troops.

He firmly believes that he will definitely win.

But even with such confidence, he lacks the confidence to resist in the face of God.

"God, don't snow anymore." Zhang Guang couldn't control himself, and knelt on the ground with his knees, spread his arms, raised his head toward the sky, and pleaded.

Helplessly like a little pitiful.

The Mongols and Yuan people were also ancient people after all.

Very superstitious.

Seeing Zhang Guang kneeling down, all the soldiers also put down their weapons and knelt on the ground, begging the sky not to snow again.

I really can't stand it anymore.

Does the sky really have self-awareness? No one dares to pat his chest to promise. But it did not respond to Zhang Guang.

"Wow."

The north wind whistled, and the trees swayed. The snow on the trees fell down.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

Even if Cang Tian really has self-awareness, why does it want to bird an ant?

The snow fell for three days and three nights.

Zhang Guang was also desperate for two days and two nights.

That morning, a ray of sunshine rose from the east, and the snow finally stopped. Zhang Guang, who had not closed his eyes for a night, sat in the tent, drinking a suffocating wine.

There was a brazier in the middle of the tent. The fire brought warmth in his body, but it could not dispel the chill in his heart.

Zhang Guang's face looked ugly and his skin was blue and white. It looked very similar to what was said in the photo book.

A sign of great danger. A disaster of blood.

The soldiers in the village were weakly cleaning up the gifts given by God last night and transporting snow out in truckloads.

A centurion hurried into the tent and reported to Zhang Guang: "Sir. The spy is back. Now the snow outside has reached near his knees. It is difficult for us to go down the mountain. It turns out that the path with great connections is covered with snow and blocked by humans."

"On the three main roads, Wu Nian built simple checkpoints with wood and stone, and was guarded by heavy troops. We were trapped."

At the end of the day, the centurion shuddered. This is a death.

They are not far from death.

"Hey. As expected, if I were Wu Nian, I would have done this too." Zhang Guang smiled and grabbed the wine glass with his right hand, wanting to drink, but he didn't know whether it was fear or staying up late and he had no strength. His hand shook and the wine glass fell to the ground.

His face was filled with fear.

Not everyone is afraid of death.

In the frontal battle, the Mongols were fearless. Even when facing the ten times the Han army, they knew that they had a chance of winning.

In order to win, you have to be not afraid of death.

But what is now in front of Zhang Guang is a dead end.

There was no life. Of course he was afraid too.

"Sir, have an idea, what should we do now?" The centurion knelt on the ground with his knees, looked up at Zhang Guang, his eyes full of hope.

"There is no way. The snow is so thick now. If we bring supplies, the horses and carts will fall into it. It is troublesome and difficult to clean up the snow. If we don't bring supplies, we won't live for a few days in such a cold day."

"Even if we take a single bet and attack the temporary pass he set up, we can't fight."

"We can't even capture Beishan Fort easily, let alone the pass he set up in a dangerous place?"

"Now we can only wait. Divide the food that was originally scheduled to be eaten for thirty-five days into fifty days. If necessary, kill the horses and wait for General Jin to come and save us."

Zhang Guang sighed, stood up staggeringly, came to the door and looked up at the sky, and said, "I hope God, don't snow again."

If Jinhuan Mountain now clears the snow and clears obstacles, it is possible to reach Beishan Fort in fifty days.

But if Jinhuan Mountain moves forward, it snows.

Then it's hard to say.

But Zhang Guang felt that God would not help him.

If God wanted to help him, it wouldn't have snowed for three days and three nights.

If you didn’t help before, can you still count on God now?

Zhang Guang regrets it now.

I regret why they didn’t bring more food. They obviously had auxiliary soldiers and large trucks. There was no problem with bringing more food.

This is all arrogant.

They all thought they could quickly resolve the battle, but they didn't expect it to be like this.

Now it's OK.
Chapter completed!