The Meng Yuan people are a powerful people who came out of the white water and black mountains.
To put it bluntly, they are savages who survive in harsh environments.
Relying on their strong bodies and resilience in facing harsh environments since childhood, they fight against the weather, hunger and wild beasts.
When the warrior named Hu Hake stood up, unified the tribes of the Meng Yuan people and became the emperor, the Meng Yuan people began to fight against the Chu state.
Zhang Guang was still very young and had not experienced the difficult life before the founding of the People's Republic of China. But being born further north, he is very familiar with the weather and the mountains and forests.
Not only Zhang Guang, but also the soldiers under his command.
When it first started snowing, Zhang Guang and his soldiers didn't care. Although Liaodong is warmer than Mengyuan, it is not much better. Heavy snowfall in winter is quite normal.
But when they wake up after a night's sleep, they feel sour.
On Mangya Mountain.
The spring water in the cave is still flowing out. It is not affected by the cold weather and can produce water all year round.
The granary in the military camp was built tall and strong, and could last for thirty-five days if saved.
Guarding the mountain, with water, food, and soldiers, logically speaking, it is not a problem at all.
But Zhang Guang's face was ugly, and he was a little depressed even though he was ugly.
In the mountain village, the rock he stood on yesterday was covered with snow. Even if the snow was cleared away, he would not dare to stand up there.
It will be slippery.
If it falls, serious injury may occur.
This is not the scariest thing.
The scary thing was that the sky seemed to be broken, and heavy snow continued to fall. The wind was so strong that it hurt people's eyes.
The endless hills all around were covered with thick white snow.
The white snow in the cottage was constantly being cleared by the soldiers, making it invisible. But as soon as we walked out of the camp, we knew that the snow had reached the level of half an adult's calf.
Zhang Guang and Meng Yuan's soldiers both knew what this meant.
It's not impossible for them to leave if they want, but it will definitely be difficult. And will Wu Nian be watching? Watch them clear the snow and get outside?
The most important thing is that reinforcements can't come in.
They were trapped without reinforcements.
I chose a hilltop, thinking that there would be water and food to last me until reinforcements came in.
Unexpectedly, I dug a big hole for myself.
"It can't rain any more. If it rains again, it will be over." Zhang Guang stood under the gray sky, listening to the biting wind, looking up at the falling snow, and his whole body started to tremble.
Neither he nor his soldiers were convinced.
If Wu Nian dares to face them head-on, they will definitely win.
Wu Nian is a sinister villain who only knows how to hide in the city and make small moves.
Even if there are only three hundred people.
If Wu Nian dared to fight him openly, he would rush in and kill him. Relying on the strength of 300 men, he fought to the death with Wu Nian.
He firmly believes that he will win.
But even though he was so confident, he lacked the confidence to resist in the face of God.
"Oh my god, please don't let it snow again." Zhang Guang couldn't control himself anymore. He knelt on the ground, opened his arms, raised his head to the sky, and begged.
Helpless like a little pitiful person.
After all, the Mongolian people are also ancient people.
Very superstitious.
Seeing Zhang Guang kneeling down, all the soldiers also put down their weapons and knelt on the ground, praying to the sky not to snow again.
I really can't stand it anymore.
Does Cangtian have self-awareness? No one dares to pat their chests and make promises. But it did not respond to Zhang Guang.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa."
The north wind howled, causing the trees to sway. The snow on the trees fell.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier.
Even if the universe really has self-awareness. Why does it want to kill an ant?
It snowed for three days and three nights.
Zhang Guang was also in despair for two days and two nights.
This morning. A ray of sunshine rose from the east, and the snow finally stopped. Zhang Guang, who had not slept a wink all night, was sitting in the tent, drinking wine.
There was a brazier standing in the center of the tent. The fire brought warmth to his body, but it could not dispel the chill in his heart.
Zhang Guang's face was ugly and his complexion was bluish-white. It's just like what it says in the photo book.
A great omen. A bloody disaster.
Inside the cottage. The soldiers were feebly cleaning up the gifts God sent last night, and cartloads of snow were transported out.
A centurion hurriedly entered the tent and reported to Zhang Guang: "Sir, the spies are back. Now the snow outside has reached around the knees. It is difficult for us to go down the mountain. It turns out that the paths extending in all directions are covered with snow. Covered, and artificially blocked.”
"On the three main roads, Wu Nian built simple checkpoints with wood and stone, and they were heavily guarded. We were trapped."
At the end of the sentence, the centurion trembled all over. This is a dead place.
They are close to death.
"Hey. As expected. If I were Wu Nian, I would do the same thing." Zhang Guang smiled, grabbed the wine glass with his right hand, and wanted to drink, but he didn't know whether it was fear or lack of strength after staying up late, and his hand Shaking, the wine glass fell to the ground.
His face was filled with fear.
Not everyone is not afraid of death.
In the frontal fighting, the Meng Yuan people were not afraid of death. Even if they faced ten times the Han army, they knew they had a chance of winning.
To have a chance of winning, you have to not be afraid of death.
But what is now in front of Zhang Guang is a dead end.
There is no life left. Of course he was afraid too.
"Sir, please give me an idea, what should we do now." The centurion knelt on the ground and 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 cars will get stuck, and it will be troublesome and difficult to clear the snow. If we don't bring supplies, we won't survive for a few days in such a cold weather. "
"Even if we make a desperate move and attack the temporary pass he set up, we won't be able to defeat it."
"We can't even take down 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 destined for thirty-five days into fifty-day portions. If necessary, kill the horses. Wait for General Jin to come and save us."
Zhang Guang sighed, stood up unsteadily, came to the door, looked up at the sky, and said, "I hope it won't snow again."
If Jinhuan Mountain is clearing snow and obstacles now, we can enter the mountain at the same time. It takes fifty days to reach Beishan Fort.
But if Jinhuan Mountain moves forward, it will snow.
That's hard to say.
But Zhang Guang felt that God would not help him.
If God had helped him, it wouldn't have snowed for three days and three nights in a row.
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, when they clearly had auxiliary troops and carts. It’s totally okay to bring more food.
This is all arrogance.
They all thought the battle could be resolved quickly, but they didn't expect it to turn out like this.
it's good now.
On the edge of the cliff, tremble.
