From Jiangxian County to Beishanbao, it's a fast horse ride back and forth.
But a large-scale march, on continuous sunny days and in good road conditions, can take several days one way.
If the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, and obstacles are transported and bridges are built, the journey will be far away.
Jin Huanshan knew that his two thousand commanders, Zhang Chongshui and Zhang Guang, who were still in Beishan Fort, were in danger. Regardless of the difficulties and the hardships of the soldiers, he sent out 5,000 troops and recruited 1,000 Han auxiliary troops, as well as the number A number of craftsmen, guides, and large groups of supplies made their way to the Beishan Fort with difficulty.
Two thousand captains and more than two thousand Mongolian and Yuan soldiers.
Not to mention that Jin Huanshan was quite loyal, Zhang Chongshui and Zhang Guang were both old subordinates, and they were somewhat in love. Even if it was just for the two thousand soldiers, he could only grit his teeth.
The main roads into the mountains were blocked. But you can still walk on the small road. It's just troublesome.
While Jin Huanshan moved forward with a large group of troops, he asked the spies to bring enough dry food to inquire about the surrounding situation to avoid being ambushed.
Then I went to inquire about the situation of Zhangchongshui and Zhangguang outside Beishan Fort.
The news of the feedback made Jin Huanshan feel happy and worried.
There is no camp of Zhang Chongshui and Zhang Guang outside Beishan Fort, but there is a camp on Mangya Mountain. However, Wu Nian's soldiers and horses were besieging and patrolling at the foot of the mountain, so the spies couldn't get in.
Fortunately, at least these two idiots were not wiped out by Wu Nian. They knew to go to Mangya Mountain to set up camp and wait for reinforcements.
Worryingly, he knew that these two idiots did not bring enough food. And his progress is relatively slow.
If this continues, I'm afraid these two guys may be trapped and die on Mangya Mountain.
Under the banner of "Gold", Jin Huanshan is wearing fully armored armor, with a thick black mask covering his face, only two eyes and one mouth exposed.
As a member of the Meng Yuan family, I have experienced all kinds of harsh environments in Jinhuan Mountain. He is not afraid of the cold, and although he is heavily armored, he can move freely.
The whistling sound of the cold wind rang in my ears. What comes into view is the vast white snow.
The Han auxiliary soldiers in front were holding shovels, wearing straw sandals or cloth shoes, and rushed to build a road in the icy water.
The snow was now knee-high, and even if all the Han auxiliary troops were sent out, it would be difficult to clear a long road in one day.
What's more, the Han auxiliary soldiers were also responsible for the heavy baggage vehicles in the rear. Under the influence of snow and water, the road was half frozen, with potholes and potholes as the wheels and horses rolled over it.
The food consumed by more than 5,000 Mongolian soldiers and more than 1,000 Han auxiliary soldiers was very large. The number of vehicles is astonishing, some are horse-drawn carriages, and some are human-powered carts.
In short, the speed is like a snail.
The Han auxiliary troops also paid a huge price. Every day, one or two weak Han auxiliary soldiers fell in front or on the road.
Jin Huanshan is half Han Chinese, and he is relatively close to the Han people on the Mongolian side, but as a general of ten thousand households, he has no time to pay attention to these poor Han auxiliary soldiers.
Not even burial was possible.
It takes a lot of effort to bury a body in freezing cold weather.
In such a cold weather, the beasts lack food. Wild wolves would drag away the carcasses and eat them.
When he came out, Jin Huanshan knew that it would be difficult to enter the mountain this time. He had been walking for thirty days. Wrong, he had been dragging his feet for thirty days.
Jin Huanshan felt that his endurance had reached its limit.
But he didn't get angry at the Han auxiliary soldiers and the Mongolian Yuan soldiers. He just looked up at Beishan Fort, and there was a fire in his heart.
Only the weak get angry at the weaker.
"Wu Nian. If I had known earlier, I should have gone out personally from the beginning. Cut off your head."
"easy."
Jin Huanshan gritted his teeth and blew out three streams of white air from his mouth and nose.
"Keep on holding on. I'll be there soon. I've brought enough food." Jin Huanshan took a deep breath, suppressed his anger towards Wu Nian, and began to hope again.
These two idiots.
You must not die.
late at night.
On Mangya Mountain.
Inside the Mongolian village.
The Meng Yuan soldiers have reached their limit.
Wu Nian's day and night harassment consumed a lot of their physical strength and disrupted their distribution plan. Now they have even killed all their horses, and the food they eat every day is 30% of the usual amount.
That is three points full.
In such a cold climate, even with the physical fitness and frost resistance of the Meng Yuan warriors, they would get sick and die.
That's right.
The soldiers of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty began to get sick, and it became popular.
At first, only a few people were infected with wind-chill, fever, and cough, and later there were small groups of people. Now they have transported more than twenty corpses.
Now there is not enough firewood in the village, and there is no fire during the day or night. The soldiers could only roll up their quilts and huddle together to keep warm.
A very small number of soldiers will be arranged to patrol and stand guard at night. These soldiers will get a little food.
Under such circumstances, the intensity of vigilance can be imagined.
On an arrow tower, three soldiers on vigil were huddled together, rolled up in a quilt. One had a fever, and two were dazed. Their defense was useless.
Not far ahead of them, on the snow. Wang Gui led a group of people and walked forward with difficulty, trying not to make any noise.
Especially for soldiers wearing armor weighing dozens of kilograms, if they take a step forward, they are falling into a pit, and they have to lift their feet before walking again.
In this ice and snow, they were already sweating profusely and panting just by going down the mountain.
When he arrived at the gate, Wang Gui lay on the snow and looked up, but saw no one.
"Why are there no people guarding the camp gate?" Wang Gui was confused, but did not hesitate.
"Come on." Wang Gui waved his hand and ordered.
Behind him, a group of ordinary elite soldiers carrying ladders walked with difficulty to the camp gate and set up the ladders.
It was only then that someone made a feeble sound.
"Enemy attack!"
"Come on." Wang Gui's face tightened, and he quickly waved his hand and rushed forward with his armored soldiers. The battle process was lackluster.
It seems that Wang Gui is not facing the powerful Mongolian and Yuan soldiers, but the rotten Liaodong generals. All it took was a slight stretch of his hand to pierce the window paper.
The same goes for Zhang Sheng on the other side. The two quickly opened the camp gate and rushed into Mengyuan's stronghold.
"The general has an order. Kill them all." Wang Gui's cheeks were red and his whole body was shaking with excitement.
If anything could be more exciting than defeating the Meng Yuan soldiers.
It means defeating the Meng Yuan soldiers effortlessly.
General, you have a great idea.
Thank you, God, for the snow.
Inside the big tent.
The stove was burning brightly, and Zhang Guang was sitting on a chair, unable to sleep all day long. The dark circles under his eyes were dark and large, and his face was haggard, as if he had aged ten years.
As a captain, he didn't have to worry about food and drink. But they are all waiting to die. What is the difference between being full and not being full?
Now Zhang Guang is even looking forward to Wu Nian's early attack.
That's the end of it.
Death is only a moment, but waiting for death is really long.
"If I had known this, I might as well have led the charge from the beginning. Even if we can't break through the three checkpoints set by Wu Nian, we can at least kill some people."
"A decent death."
Zhang Guang smiled bitterly.
at this time.
The words "enemy attack" rang out. Zhang Guang trembled, but quickly calmed down. He stood up, straightened his clothes first, then went to the weapons rack next to him and pulled out his saber.
The knife is white and the blade is sharp. It is a good knife.
But alas, this time it's not for slashing enemies.
Zhang Guang turned the blade towards himself, his eyes filled with fear and relief. He gritted his teeth and raised the steel knife, and the blade gently scratched his neck.
As a stream of blood spurted out, Zhang Guang fell forward and fell to the ground.
His eyes were open, but there was no fear, only relief and relaxation.
Damn Wu Nian.
If I die, you can't torture me anymore.
