Time flies.
Both armies knew that the wild battle on the snowfield would determine which side the battlefield would turn.
So everyone is working hard and everything is peaceful until mid-September. During this period, there was infiltration and friction between some small groups of troops, each with its own victory or defeat.
The weather is getting colder and colder. Perhaps only poets with rich emotions can describe the magnificent beauty of the snowfields and make the residents of the wealthy places in the south feel yearning for it.
In the eyes of the residents of the Northland, this place is lifeless. The bone-chilling wind roars in all directions all the time. When the snow rolls in, there will be a place where families are destroyed and people are killed, just like a purgatory on earth.
Beihai City, located in the far north, has an even harsher environment.
The most representative point is that humans and monsters eat each other.
Some untransformed miscellaneous monsters could not survive in Beiming and had to flee to land.
They did not dare to go south, so they lived in the Beihai City area and fed on humans and livestock.
But the people who were short of food also focused on monsters.
Their flesh can be eaten, their skins can protect them from the cold, and their hard organs can be made into weapons.
If you feed on monsters, you can eat less livestock and bring them to Chongcheng in exchange for some food.
Mortals hunt monsters in groups, and monsters hide in the snow and sneak up on lone mortals, risking their lives for the next meal.
Yuan Futong grew up in this environment.
The only help his status as the Crown Prince of Beihai brought him was that he could eat more food than others.
But not enough.
Ever since he followed his father to Chongcheng to celebrate Chonghou Hu's birthday at the age of thirteen, he felt anger and unwillingness for the first time in his heart.
Chonghou Hu always obeys orders in Chaoge, and often holds grand banquets with great fanfare when he returns to Chongcheng.
At that time, Yuan Futong was dazzled by the delicious food on the table. He had never eaten such beautiful and delicious food.
He was like a wild beast, throwing away his chopsticks as he ate, using both hands, and grabbing things and stuffing them into his mouth, regardless of whether they were hot or not.
His eating appearance quickly aroused the disgust of the people around him, and even Chonghou Hu noticed it.
"Where did the wild dog come from?!"
Chonghou Hu slapped the table with an angry expression. The presence of such a person at the banquet was simply an insult to his status.
Yuan Futong's father, Beihai Hou, was busy toasting to dignitaries so that others could buy Beihai livestock in large quantities, and he did not notice his son's eating appearance.
When he knew what happened, his face turned pale and he said hurriedly:
"The dog is despicable and doesn't know etiquette! Please be magnanimous and spare him once!"
At this time, Yuan Futong suddenly choked, his face turned red, and he kept coughing.
Everyone burst out laughing when they saw this, and Chonghou Hu's expression softened a lot.
"It turns out he's your son. Sure enough, a country bumpkin gave birth to a country bumpkin. Take him away quickly."
Just like that, amidst bursts of ridicule, Yuan Futong was grabbed by his father's arms and taken away by force.
He didn't know why the others were laughing, he just stared at the dishes getting further and further away, his stomach feeling like it was on fire.
These are far from enough.
…
"Master Hou."
In the Beihou Mansion built with several tile-roofed houses, Han Qing, dressed in black, interrupted Yuan Futong's memories.
Yuan Futong came back to his senses and suddenly smiled:
"Why are you so mysterious?"
Han Qing's face was stern, perhaps because of his personality. He had never smiled in front of anyone.
He put his hands together and made a magic formula, and a green bell flew out from the center of his eyebrows, floating in the air, with incomprehensible Taoist texts engraved on the surface.
"The magic weapon that my senior gave me has been refined, and the formation inside is enough to entangle the four generals of the Demon Family."
His mind moved slightly and the bell rang.
In the blink of an eye, the entire Beihai City was enveloped in a grid-like golden formation.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the formation disappeared and the bell returned to the center of his eyebrows.
"I just remembered that the little fairy hasn't appeared for a long time."
Yuan Futong was not too surprised by the splendor of the formation. After all, mortal wars must be fought by mortals.
When Han Qing heard this, he was silent for a moment and said:
"Master Marquis, with all due respect, he should be using you, but I don't know his true purpose."
Yuan Futong waved his hand and said it didn't matter:
"Without those red-haired soldiers, I wouldn't be where I am today, and I can't care about things in heaven."
He turned and walked into the room.
After a while, he came out with an apple, pulled out a short knife and cut it in half, handed it to Han Qing, and said with a smile:
"Just one, let's split it up."
Han Qing took the apple silently.
Yuan Futong took a big bite and said with envy while chewing:
"Ziyao was able to eat fruit even when he was marching and fighting. I didn't even eat it a few times even after I rebelled. The south is so good..."
"The fairy fruit outside is more delicious."
Seeing Yuan Futong finish eating in two or three bites, Han Qing handed his apple back to him.
"Don't try to scare me away!"
Yuan Futong snatched the apple back angrily.
The next second, he said suspiciously:
"Tastier than apples?"
"Dong dong dong——"
At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the hospital.
"Master Marquis, the army has already assembled outside the city."
"good!"
Yuan Futong quickly stuffed the remaining half of the apple into his mouth and walked outside the hospital.
Han Qing, who was standing there trying to organize his words, could only sigh slightly when he saw this.
…
Not long after, Yuan Futong came to the city wall.
Looking at the army gathered in formation below, which was like black clouds, he looked serious and turned to Han Qing in the shadows and nodded.
Seeing this, Han Qing took out a sound amplification talisman, squeezed it with his hand, and the mantra on the talisman slowly emerged on Yuan Futong's throat.
Yuan Futong took a deep breath, his whole temperament became like a burning flame, and he looked down at the army.
"The Marquis is mighty!"
"The Marquis is mighty!"
"The Marquis is mighty!"
Without any rehearsal, the soldiers shouted in unison.
Yuan Futong raised his hand, waited until everything was quiet, and then said:
"Do you know where we're going?"
The sound was quickly amplified and spread throughout the army.
The generals looked at each other, and one of the generals shouted:
"Go to the snowfield!"
Yuan Futong shook his head, and his voice suddenly became several times louder:
"wrong!"
He gripped the wall brick tightly and suddenly said angrily:
"We are going to the south! We are going to Chaoge!"
After the siege failed, Yuan Futong's long-standing depression broke out at this moment:
"The wind and snow can't stop us! Ziyao can't stop us either!"
His eyes were bloodshot:
"Why can they stay in a warm house and drink, but we! We have to risk being frozen to death! Traveling thousands of miles just to exchange for a little food?!"
"Why can their children study and become officials! But our children! Will be dragged away by monsters in the snow?!"
"Why do they treat us like wild dogs! They don't even give us leftovers to eat?!"
Yuan Futong slapped the city wall with all his strength and shouted at everyone:
"We can eat the food from the south!"
"We can sit on Zishou's throne!"
"Our children will grow up under the southern sun!"
"My sons! For the sake of your families! Hold on to your weapons and don't let go until you die!"
Yuan Futong pulled out the sword from his waist and shouted:
"This battle must be won!!!"
The air was quiet for a few seconds.
Then the entire army's emotions were ignited!
Why did they rebel?
Just for one bite!
When there is no rebellion, who has not eaten the last meal but not the next?
Who wears those comfortable and warm clothes?
It was the men on the city wall who gave them the opportunity to have food and clothing!
So, they want to bring victory to men!
Everyone's eyes filled with tears, and the fighting spirit in their hearts burned to the extreme. They raised their weapons and shouted at the top of their lungs:
"Must win!"
"Must win!"
"Must win!"
