After Yang Feng's comfort, Zhezhe and Da Yuer's mood gradually calmed down.

In the next few days, Yang Feng was still busy. Until the first day of February, Yang Feng led a 25,000 army to board a fleet of hundreds of cargo ships and warships that had been waiting at the wharf, and sailed towards Liaodong in a mighty direction...

There is a place called Heitunzi more than 120 miles away from Shengjing City. This place was originally a gathering place for people, living in more than 100 families.

However, since the news that the Ming army was about to launch an attack on Shengjing more than ten days ago, all the people in this place moved to another large gathering point designated by the upper house, and the village was empty.

A group of more than 30 people in leather armor hugged in a large house in the village, and a bunch of bonfires were burning. These Ming soldiers were doing their own things. Some were roasting the fire and some were checking weapons, and more were smoking and chatting.

Zhao Laohei sat on a stool near the window, constantly looking out the window, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

The heavy snow fell for several days, and they were trapped in this place for two days without collecting the night. Although they had enough food, he felt a little anxious when he thought that he could not complete the task ordered by the top peak.

Zhao Laohei, who was originally the Liaodong army, surrendered to the Jiangning army two years ago. In two years, he was originally just an ordinary person and now has become the 100th general.

In the Jiangning Army, a hundred-year-old general was treated not low, and he paid more than 100 taels of silver every year. Therefore, Zhao Laohei got married under the introduction of a matchmaker a year ago.

Although his wife is just the daughter of an ordinary farmer, Zhao Laohei is already satisfied.

A few years ago, he could not even support himself, and he never dreamed that he would have the day to start a family and start a business, especially two months ago, when he learned that his wife was pregnant, he felt that he had no other wishes in his life.

Even so, half a month ago, when Zhao Laohei learned that Jiangning Hou had ordered the troops to gather again and prepare to go to Liaodong again, he still signed up for his Shangguan without hesitation.

As a veteran, Zhao Laohei certainly knew the dangers of the battlefield, especially if he didn't accept it at night, but he still signed up without hesitation because Zhao Laohei was a person who was grateful for his kindness.

He always believed that being a person should be conscientious, and that he could have the happy life he had today was given by the Marquis of Jiangning. Now that Marquis of Jiangning is going to go to Liaodong, how could he not go as long as he had been in Liaodong for many years? So he said goodbye to him, who was already pregnant, and embarked on the journey again.

As the most elite military force, Ye Bucheng has always been the most dangerous task. This time, Zhao Laohei's mission was to lead more than 30 brothers to go out hundreds of miles to detect the enemy's movements for the large army.

Two days ago, when Zhao Laohei brought more than 30 brothers to this village, he encountered heavy snow. They were trapped in this empty village in a dilemma.

Fortunately, the people in the village left in a hurry. Although they took all the valuables, grain and other supplies, some more bulky daily necessities such as firewood were left behind, which made them survive the low temperatures of the past two days.

A young Ye Bushe took off an aluminum lunch box hanging from a bonfire, put on a pair of rubber gloves, and opened the lid, revealing the black liquid inside.

The young Yebu took part of the liquid in a porcelain jar and handed it to Zhao Laohei who was sitting beside the bed.

"Head... you've been watching for a long time. Let's drink something to warm your stomach first."

Zhao Laohei took the porcelain jar, blew it a few times and took a sip. His brows first frowned, then stretched out. He turned his head and smiled at the young Yebushu and said, "You can't say it, this thing felt sour and bitter when I first drank it, but after getting used to it, it felt delicious, especially since it can refresh us, which is even more rare. By the way, this thing is called...what is it?"

"Coffee!" Young Ye didn't hold on the side to add.

Zhao Laohei narrowed his eyes and picked up the teapot and took a sip of coffee. After breathing a long sigh, "Yes, coffee. Look, in this cold and cold weather, drinking a cup of coffee will make you feel relieved. It is indeed a good thing."

The young Yebushang asked curiously: "Tao Zhao, I heard that you used to be a bad guy in the Liaodong Army. How about you compared to our Jiangning Army?"

"how?"

Zhao Laohei rolled his eyes and snorted: "It's nothing at all. Let me tell you, when I was in the Liaodong Army..."

Just as Zhao Laohei was talking about this, his face changed slightly, almost jumping up, and he slapped down, and he pressed his entire face to the ground. If he looked carefully, he could find that his face was constantly changing.

At this time, Ye Busuo in the room stopped talking, and the eyes of the crowd looked at Zhao Laohei.

Zhao Laohei listened and said, "There are a large group of cavalry coming to us three miles away, with a number of at least one thousand."

"one thousand?"

Everyone's faces immediately became ugly. Ye Bushou was certainly the elite among the elite, but they were just mortals after all. If they met an enemy army that had an absolute advantage in numbers, their fate could be imagined, let alone encounter cavalry that was known for their speed.

"Not right... more than a thousand people...at least two thousand...three thousand people..."

At the end, Zhao Laohei's voice changed a little.

At this time, the ugly faces in the room were as ugly as they were.

These people are only thirty-five of them. If they really want to face the 3,000 people outside, they will probably not even be scum.

"Head...what should we do now?" the young Ye Bushang asked in a low voice. If he listened carefully, he would find a hint of trembling in his voice.

Zhao Laohei tried hard to calm down his emotions. After thinking about it, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"No, which guy is so brave and marched in such a ghost weather? Are they not afraid of death?"

"yes!"

After Zhao Laohei said this, everyone still felt reminiscent of it even though they didn't accept it.

It was snowing outside, with temperatures of at least a dozen degrees. The snow on the ground had at least flooded its ankles. Even if people could stand it, war horses could not stand it.

The reason why Zhao Laohei was trapped here for two days was not that they could not leave, but that their war horses could not stand it. If they really wanted to force the march, they would probably have to fall half of their war horses in less than one day.
Chapter completed!