Longyuan, a bitter and cold place, is much colder than Northwest Road, but because of the mountains of the Ming Dynasty, it is much better than the endless ice fields outside the border.

In the middle of winter, it is really a sprinkling of water to make ice. When you touch the weapon with your hand, you may tear off the skin.

Therefore, for more than 3,000 years from ancient times to the present, foreign races outside the border rarely attack in winter. They always prepare several years in advance to migrate towards the Liuji Mountains, and wait for the spring attack.

And at this moment, the cold is far higher than that of the past, and the outside world is falling and gathering. Fang Zhenghao knew very well what this meant.

Those barbarians could no longer bear it!

Xue Dilong and even the nobles in the court thought that these barbarians just wanted to use the flesh and blood of Ming people to survive this long cold winter!

But he could vaguely guess that because the sky became more and more intense, once they entered the pass, there was a great possibility that they would not leave again!

"Yang Yu..."

When the breath blows away the flowing light, Zhenghao's eyes are bright and clear.

In the years since the Tan Lang entered his body, he made great progress. The Overlord Spear was only one line away from being able to be perfect, and in a vague way, he had already reached the threshold of unity between man and nature.

When he was in a state of great emotion, he felt that if he missed this opportunity, he would be unable to kill this beast again, or even die.

but……

"I never believe in fate!"

He raised his hand and pushed open the door. Yu Taoist was shocked, smelled an extremely dangerous aura, and stood straight in an instant.

"Yu Daoren, your Taoist fruit is obtained from Yang Yu, right?"

Fang Zhenghao stood with his hands behind his back, and the iron-blooded intention cultivated by fighting hundreds of battles instantly enveloped the latter, making his heart tremble.

At this moment, he deeply smelled the breath of death. Fang Zhenghao, who had the greedy wolf, was even more unfathomable than before.

"I..."

His voice was awkward, and he still dared not hide it:

"It can't be hidden from the general..."

"I wanted to kill you with one punch..."

Fang Zhenghao's eyes were cold and his tone was cold, and he was full of domineering behavior that could not be refused:

"Take the flying eagle and go out of the border. No matter what method you use, bring back the information I want, otherwise you won't have to come back."

"I……"

Yu Daoren's face was trembling, but he still didn't dare to refuse. He had to grit his teeth and respond and left in a hurry.

Huh ~

In the small courtyard, the wind and snow are hunting.

Feng Junzi, wearing a literary shirt, appeared in the courtyard at some point, and his hands were placed in his cuffs:

"Did the general have a decision?"

Fang Zhenghao's eyes were indifferent:

"Don't you already know?"

"Your Majesty Zhao really did not misunderstand the general, even though he lost his slightest rules, he was very righteous. The three masters of Longyuan deserved their reputation."

Feng Junzi bowed a long time, and his sleeves drooped on the ground:

"Feng is here, thanking the general for the sake of the people of the world."

"What does the world have to do with me?"

In the wind and snow, Fang Zhenghao sneered. He stepped out, raised his right arm and raised his cloak behind him, and the sound was like a thunderstorm, shaking the whole city:

"Go back to the mountain!"

...

...

In the middle of winter, the weather is fierce and hard to bear, and the wind and snow outside the border are even stronger, and almost exhaling to turn ice.

Huh ~

The strong wind is wrapped around the sky and the snow is pouring, which is extremely cold. Not to mention ordinary people, even if a warrior walks in it, he will freeze and die.

At the towering Changbai Mountain, on a barren mountain, twelve people stood side by side in the wind and snow. The cold and hard armor would be torn off when touched in such a cold weather.

But they were silent as iron and stone, welcoming the howling cold wind, waiting quietly.

boom!

At one moment, a thunderous explosion sounded in the snow sky. The crowd suddenly turned around and saw a black dragon horse rushing down from the mountains.

Behind him, the snow-covered rocks were chasing like tides and waves, but they couldn't catch up.

"It's the eldest brother!"

The people looked relaxed and were filled with joy.

The dragon horse, with its steps, was extremely agile. Not long after, with a long neigh, Hazi stopped and his eyes swept across everyone:

"Yidu!"

"I'm here!"

One of the twelve people knelt on one knee.

"How do you respond to the tribes of all sizes and big contacts?"

After hearing the question, the expressions of the people were slightly tight, and the young man named Yidu looked sad and angry:

"The many tribes we contacted were already ready to send troops, but unexpectedly, the son of King Zuo Khan, Nayudu, suddenly arrived and took away our army!"

"Damn noble!"

Haqi's eyes were squirting fire, and his anger was uncovered:

"I have the will of the 'Black Mountain God' to command the three hundred tribes of all sizes among the white mountains and black waters! Don't say that he is the son of King Zuo Khan, even the son of the lord of the Tianlang King's Court, "Zhuoligetu"..."

"I cannot deprive me of military power!"

"Brother, have you received the will of the Black Mountain God?!"

The crowd was overjoyed.

"The Black Mountain God has been paying attention to the world. He saw the cattle and sheep that fell dead in the wind and snow, the slaves and herdsmen who froze to death, and the extravagance and cruelty of those nobles..."

Haqi drew his sword and was out of the sheath, and his evil spirit was everywhere:

"Only I, Haqi, can lead all the tribe members out of the heavy wind and snow and defeat the Ming people!"

"Defeat the Ming people!"

The crowd responded together, and the roars were echoing in the wind and snow.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

...

...

The abnormal movements outside the pass can naturally be hidden from anyone who is interested.

Almost as many tribes and tribes were contacted, many news had already spread outside the pass. Not only Fang Zhenghao, Lin Qitian, and Wei Zhengxian also closed the level as soon as possible and were highly alert.

This news was conveyed to all directions extremely rapidly, and soon it reached Longyuan Dao City.

After receiving the news, the Longyuan Prince's Mansion was shocked. The old princess immediately summoned the ministers of the royal family, and led the Longyuan Prince to help Qing and Yunzhou.

He also ordered the prefectures and counties of the two prefectures to cooperate.

Afterwards, he took out the round light mirror left by Qi Changfa and contacted the court.

The world was shaking, and the border roads were everywhere, and the state was filled with wind and cranes. The heavy wind and snow had not yet passed, and the war was about to come again.

For a moment, I don’t know how many people panicked.

call!

And just like this, mixed with wind and snow, and the sound of wind and cranes, Lu Qingting, who was covered in dust, left behind the wailing eagle and dragged the fatigue after urging his magical powers many times.

Arrived at Linlong Road, Youzhou, and Jing'an Mansion.

"King Zhao of Xifu..."

Rubbing the sweat frozen on his face, Lu Qingting was extremely tired and rushed day and night. Yang Yu's talented goshawk was so tired that he was crying, let alone him.

"We are already rebelling, why are we still sending things to Linlong Mansion?"

After looking at the package on his chest, Lu Qingting was very curious, but he still didn't open it. Instead, he stepped forward and handed over a message.

"Lu Qingting, Hanging Mountain, pay homage to King Zhao of the West Mansion..."
To be continued...