Siberia's snow is deep and waist-deep.

Although the broken snow in the sky is light, it is cold and cold.

"It's been two days since we found the mark left by the scout before." Xing Mofei and Qin Shubao walked side by side. The soldiers after them put the horses on the sled and walked on the wooden boards on both sides. After that incident of cutting flesh and eating each other, the Chinese army and Tuyuhun were far more united than before. From time to time, people would grab the ropes of the sled to take over the sled, regardless of whether they were companions or not, and then they would follow the horses and luggage forward.

Although he was walking slowly, the army was moving forward all the time.

"There will definitely be something." Qin Shubao nodded heavily and affirmed.

"But the wind and snow are too strong and may blow away or be buried..." Xing Mofei asked: "So can you turn to the West now? I think it's already enough to go north and go on and the army and food will be difficult to support."

"We must find the mark of the scout, otherwise we will be lost in this vast snow field!" Qin Shubao said in a long spitting white air.

A sharp whistle sounded after another sound from the distance, and then a black spot slid back from the distance.

Qin Shubao and Xing Mofei looked at each other in surprise and walked up to him quickly.

A scout who was back from skiing was in tears and could not say anything. He just pointed his left and right hands in one direction.

"What happened to the prince?" Xing Mofei was shocked and thought that Prince Fuqian, who had personally gone out to find the mark with the scout, was killed. He used his light skills to shoot in that direction. About five miles away, more than a dozen scouts knelt on the ground, with Fuqian covered in snow at the front of the ground.

Xing Mofei saw that Prince Fuqian had nothing to do, but when he saw that Panasonic was almost stunned, the Mo knife in his hand fell on the snow.

A huge wooden pillar that could not appear in this vast snow field stood in the broken snow.

Above the wooden pillar, one man stepped on the shoulders of another man.

Both of them were tied with ropes and tied to wooden pillars. The man below was already half buried in the snow. He held a knife with blood ice in his hand, while the man above was holding a big bow in his hand. Obviously they had fought before they died. The corpses of dozens of snow wolf had already caused the scouts to dig out the wreckage of two horses in the snow. All the snow wolf bit it into pieces.

Although he died for a while, the man above still bit his whistle and glared at him as if he was going to blew the whistle over and over again in the wasteland. As if the expedition behind him heard their guidance.

There is a knife on the wooden pillar that stabs deeply into the upper handle pointing to the west.

Xing Mofei knew that the Chinese army's forwards would leave marks, but he never expected that the Chinese army would send soldiers to stay in this snow field as a mark to guide the army and walk on this snow field for ten or half a month. He would feel crazy, but these soldiers started to leave more than a month earlier than them, which means that they had been in this snow field for at least more than a month.

He could not imagine what the soldiers who stayed in the snowfield would feel. Only he knew that their spirit of perseverance to die moved him and made him respect him.

Among these Han people, men with iron-fortified minds also have a strong mind.

"There are sixty-one marks on the wooden pillar!" A child from the Pegasus ranch cried loudly: "We are late, we are late! They have been persisting for 61 days, but it is only a few days away... We could have been there! You guys in Tuyuhun are exhausted from resting all day long..."

Another general from Pegasus ranch slapped him and shouted: "Shut up, it has nothing to do with anyone, it's their life!"

Xing Mofei held back his tears and helped the soldier up to comfort him, but before he could speak, it closed his throat.

"Removing them and burning them into ashes, we will take them on the road together." Qin Shubao shouted in a hoarse voice: "Everyone can rest for a while and then try their best to move forward. I'll surely their companions are waiting for us..."

"Give me their small bronze plaque and military emblem." Shan Xiongxin said in a deep voice: "I want to take them back to receive all the offerings of the Chinese people."

"No matter whether it is wind and snow or hungry." Fu Qian stood up with red eyes and roared to the sky for a long time and roared like thunder: "Don't stop our footsteps, our Tuyuhun warriors took out your courage to move forward! Take back the lives of the Han brothers! Take back! I order you to move forward!"

"Forward..." Xing Mofei couldn't help but shouted in his heart and screamed.

The courtyard of the outer inn of the Huaxia Army Envoy in Chang'an.

The tent where the soldiers lived had removed the holes in the wall and repaired them. They lay cowhide felt in the middle of the courtyard and put some simple desk tables to prepare for banquets for the envoys and even the prince Qi.

Originally, the envoys thought that if they could see the Chinese army's polo performance, who would not know that they would be so simple, would not be outstanding.

Everyone secretly regretted it but hoped that Xu Ziling could give out some beautiful women to toast.

Who doesn't know that the man who puts the wine and cloth mat here is wearing thick hands and big feet, and the armor makes the envoys who are not happy without beauty are crazy. I heard that the hundreds of beauties have not even seen the shadows of this Chinese army? I also heard that the wealth of this Chinese army is extremely rich and elegant, how can they put it on for everyone to have simple cooked meat and turbid wine?

Several envoys almost vomited out after drinking the cup.

This wine is even harder to swallow than the turbid wines in the worst and most deceptive taverns outside because the turbid wine is just mixed with water, but the Chinese Army’s wine is simply mixed with water.

Even if I come here not to drink, it is too unreasonable to do this?

"What do you mean? Do you humiliate us?" The Persian Hushi translator jumped up and said, "You will lose your identity when you treat guests like this! We protest! We want the best wine and the best wine, and the beauty, not men. These things are only for pigs!"

"Young Master Xu must have a reason for doing this!" Mo He'er's help to speak to the Chinese army on the surface was actually adding fuel to the fire.

The other envoys also wished that Persia would fight with the Chinese army at least in such a way that it would be fun and easy to watch the vegetarian food.

Prince Li Jiancheng pretended to be a good boy. Although he avoided Li Yuan's arrival the day before yesterday, someone saw him leaving the palace. Li Yuan was deeply suspicious of some people. If he hadn't been the prince, he would have blamed him heavily for the King of Qi Li Yuanji, he secretly smirked at the increasing unlucky Li Jiancheng, and he was extremely happy that he wanted Li Jiancheng to let Li Yuan catch the evildoer in the bed and then behead him for public display.

If he hadn't been patient as planned, he would have gone to Li Yuan to sue him long ago.

"Of course it makes sense for me to do this." Xu Ziling said lightly: "I invite everyone to come today not to invite everyone to drink. Everyone drinks beautiful wine every day and watches beauty every day and even goes to Shanglinyuan every day and everyone seems to do some serious things."

"I wonder what the serious business of Mr. Xu?" Li Yuan, the two representatives of Liu Wenjing and Pei Ji, stood up and asked as soon as they heard this.

"I originally came to marry Princess Li Tang and participate in the polo competition." Xu Ziling smiled slightly and said, "But before that, I would like to introduce some small things about our Han people. I hope everyone will like that foreign pervert like that. I will be bright after listening to my words. I'll be right. Please be ashamed first if you still have a sense of shame!"

"Me? Why am I ashamed?" An envoy next to Mo He'er of the Eastern Turkic tribe asked strangely in Chinese in a disrespectful Chinese.

"I am talking about serious exercise. Didn't you understand the perverted behavior of whipping the little bitch in Shanglinyuan last night?" Xu Ziling's words made everyone laugh. At the same time, he was secretly shocked because the information of the Chinese army was too fast. Even if anyone else did anything last night, he knew everything that made people have to be wary of.

Ba Fenghan and Yin Xianhe stood up, and they each held a round ball in their hands.

Everyone looked at each other.

The ball in Ba Fenghan's hand was orange-red and slightly larger. The ball in Ba Fenghan's fingers turned and turned at the tip of his fingers. He made a variety of tricks on his body, which made everyone dazzled. But everyone saw that this was a little smaller in Yin Xianhe's hand. The ball in Yin Xianhe's hand was slightly smaller in black and white.

Yin Xianhe threw the ball down casually and then used his feet to wield the belt and then rolled it up on top of his head and shoulders, and he pulled it back and forth, but it made everyone dizzy and turn it to the front. Finally, everyone understood that this was a strange ball that was played with his feet.

"This one that you play with your hands is called basketball because it has to be put into a basket and a net pocket to be considered a score." Xu Ziling introduced lightly: "One goal is calculated as two points, a long distance is calculated as three points. The two participating teams will score at most, and the winning team will be almost the same as playing polo, but they do not need horses."

"Where is the basket frame and net bag?" Although Liu Wenjing was a civil servant, he knew that Li Yuan was very interested in these things and stood up and asked.

"It's there!" Ba Fenghan pointed.

Everyone looked along their fingers and saw a small copper plate at the end of the wall ten feet high. There was a ring cast in front of the ring and then the net bag was connected under the ring.

"So high?" Everyone saw that the circle was not much larger than the basketball in Ba Fenghan's hand, and how could they throw it in at a height of ten feet? Should they throw it or throw it in? But the distance of ten feet is too high? Everyone was not understanding that Ba Fenghan suddenly raised his hand and threw it out very lightly.

The orange-red ball was thrown high with a graceful arc like a divine finger falling on the ring.

"Crack..." The ball entered.

Then the net bag was slightly blocked and then fell down. Ba Fenghan snorted without waiting for the ball to land, and a tiger jumped into the air and caught the falling basketball with his hands. He soared into the sky, holding the orange-red ball with his hands and poured it into the ring. He swayed the entire bronze medal with a bang.

Everyone was shocked by this majestic dunk and I didn't expect that I could play like this.

I felt a stream of passion rolling in my heart. A few young men with good skills, Li Yuanji, wanted to rush up and show their majesty. Yin Xianhe floated to the wall like lightning, and he threw the falling basketball at the wall and bounced back his hands and flew up like a white crane. He kept spinning his hand and constantly changing tricks. Finally, he bypassed Ba Fenghan's blocking in the air from his right hand to his left hand to avoid the big hand blocked by Ba Fenghan and then smashed it into the basket.
Chapter completed!