When the heavy snow in Shangjing fell to the ground, decorating the battlefield that was already slaughtered more solemnly and cruelly, the eastern Liaodong region was already full of ice and snow.

In a more remote area east of Liaodong, in the corner of the former Nuer Gandu Division, the current Northeast Theater of the United Kingdom of China, where the logistics base of the Jihei detachment is located, Vladivostok.

Stimulated by the cold snap in Siberia, the cold wind of the hunt wind blew the snow flakes like swan feathers and fell into the necks of all the people outside the house.

The person who was targeted by the snowflakes, even if he was surrounded by a thick animal skin scarf, could not stop the cold wind blowing that was cold to the bones.

Around Vladivostok, camps belonging to Huaxia, or rather, to the powerful armed tribes of the Jihei detachment, were placed.

Of course, not everyone is afraid of sword soldiers, there are still many tribes here, because they can't bear the oppression and enslavement of the Houjin, and the tribes who rose up to resist, they, on the road to the rise of the Houjin, have accumulated countless blood debts with each other.

Since a few years ago, Chen Xin sent hundreds of tigers to Liaodong to establish the Jihei detachment, there have been tribes who have come to take refuge, among these people, in addition to some Jurchens and other ethnic minorities, there are also a large number of Mongolian tribes.

Even, a part of the team from the distant Mongolian steppe, with their elite and strong to jointly crusade against Houjin, also set up camp here.

In front of the tribal camp, several soldiers on duty were wearing thick cotton clothes, leather coats, and thick fur hats, but they still felt unbearable cold.

Without the slightest rhythm, they kept stomping their feet, so that their almost frozen legs and feet would move, so as not to freeze their boots to the soles of their feet in this hellish weather, and they could not pull them up from the ground.

And on the bodies of these soldiers, the iron armor covered by the cotton clothes was like a whole lump of ice and snow pressing on their bodies, and the cold air passed through the leather coats, through the cotton clothes, and penetrated all the way to the internal organs.

An older soldier looked enviously at the young soldier's armor, rubbed his hands, and said, "Harry, can't you take off your iron armor for a while?" I'm so cold to look at here. ”

The young soldier scolded and said: "Grandma's, I knew you weren't a good fart, this is the last time you hit Houjin, the Huaxia official rewarded you, look, this workmanship, this material, one top of the two of you, don't you want me to take it off." ”

After that, he patted the armor that was still shining in the cold wind, and muttered in a low voice, "There are so many guys from other tribes in the camp, I don't worry, let alone standing guard, even if I sleep, I have to wear it." ”

The middle-aged man felt that his careful thoughts might have been noticed by the young man opposite, and hurriedly changed the topic, "This wind and snow are really big, it's like a punishment from heaven, I just hope that Houjin's gang will freeze them into popsicles in one winter, and it will save us from using knives and guns." ”

The weather is too cold, everyone can't stand it, at this time, nagging is just enough to pass the difficult time, so in an instant, someone answered, "What nonsense, I've survived for so many years, how can I say that I will freeze to death." ”

"That's right, then the people on the Jin side have also been in Liaodong for a long time, and they won't suddenly be unable to bear it, so let's curse that Huang Taiji, curse him to freeze into a popsicle, and keep us away from the military disaster."

"Sa is busy, how can you scold the nobles? No matter how you say it, he is the Great Khan of the Jin Kingdom, and he has noble blood in his veins! An old soldier glared at Sa Busy with dissatisfaction and scolded, "Who is Huang Taiji?" That's Tianhai Dongqing, he and Lin Dan Khan, both great heroes of the Mongols, how can they insult at will? ”

Sa was busy and speechless for a while, and said faintly for a long time: "Yes, Huang Taiji of Liaodong is Haidongqing in the sky, Lin Dan Khan in the grassland, and he is also an eagle in the sky." But a piece of sky can't accommodate two eagles, and a grassland can't accommodate two blue wolves! ”

The old soldier sighed, "Maybe this is the fate of the Mongols, right?" When the horned bow and the iron hooves of the Mongol war horses re-emerged and launched an attack on the Han people in the south, making those southerners tremble, we Mongols began a new round of conquest within themselves. ”

If it is said that the use of force against the wealthy southern barbarians, robbing their wealthy cities, and forcibly seizing their beautiful girls makes the blood of every Mongolian warrior boil, then to go to the icy steppes of the north and raise their scimitars against their fellow people struggling in the cold wind sends chills to the hearts of the Mongol warriors.

The other soldier looked at the two companions amusedly, and said angrily, "You bastards, you don't have a long memory, do you?" Have you forgotten what the commissars said in their lectures? The Houjin side is not from the same clan as us, they claim to be Jurchens, and these people have never admitted to being Mongols. ”

Lao Cheng retorted, "However, after Huang Taiji defeated Lin Dan Khan, together with his brothers and nephews, he married Lin Dan Khan's eight Fu Jin. ”

Sa was busy and also interjected, "Yes, I have heard that Huang Taiji married Lin Dan Khan's Dou Tumen Fujin, and later, he married Lin Dan Khan's Sac Dafu Jin, and his son married Lin Dan Khan's Tesna Birch Fujin. ”

Another soldier also interjected, "Yes, I have also heard that Huang Taiji's second brother married Lin Dan Khan's sister Princess Taisong, and Huang Taiji married his second daughter Makata to Lin Dan Khan's eldest son, Ezhe. Huang Taiji's other younger brother married the daughter of Lin Dan Khan Dou Tumen Fujin. ”

"Huh? Didn't Huang Taiji marry Dou Tumen Fujin? Why did she still marry her daughter to his brother? This generation is not right. ”

"Also, Huang Taiji and his son are married to Lin Dan Khan's Fujin, how does this feel weird?"

"What's this, aren't they all old rules?"

"What are the old rules, since our ancestors entered the Central Plains, haven't these old habits been abolished?"

"Who knows about the affairs of the nobles, but they can't get around the population, cattle and sheep, soldiers and horses, and the like, maybe they are dividing up the legacy left by Lin Dan Khan."

The young soldier looked at the hot discussion with disdain, "Let's just say that you are not motivated, the political commissars have talked about so many ethnic relations, and you don't remember a word?" is still here to have a relationship with other Jurchen Pan.

Do you know, the Jurchen side has never treated us as their own people, and the Eight Banners system is rigid, and it clearly distinguishes Mongolia, Jurchen, and Han. ”

Everyone was a little silent for a while, in fact, they didn't know that the Houjin side didn't treat them as their own, otherwise, they wouldn't have fought with the Huaxia army against the Houjin.

It's just that a group of poor people who don't have much wealth, thinking that Houjin's side can look at such a pitiful affection and stop fighting with knives.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little heavy, one person played a round and said, "This big thing in the world, let the old man be anxious!" Let's care about our own home.

Are the old and young masters, big girls, little daughters-in-law and old people in our own tribe also struggling in the ice and snow? Have you prepared enough forage for the winter, and do the lambs have any milk to eat?

Let's gather here, who knows what the situation is in the house? ”

Before the Song Dynasty, Mongolia was never a unified nation, and various tribes fought with each other for population and resources, resulting in generations of blood feuds, and the blood shed had already stained the steppe red.

It was Genghis Khan, who used blood and fire to knead together a plate of scattered Mongolian tribes.

Then, the united Mongols conquered the sky, and at that time mankind was able to set foot on almost all the lands where they could reproduce, conquering as many peoples as sand, and creating one miraculous glorious past after another.

But even great feats like Genghis Khan's could not change the climate on the steppe, prevent the cold winds from the north from moving south, and let alone make the tribes struggling on the death line in the cold wind lend a helping hand to other tribes.

Every harsh winter is a harsh test for the tribes living on the grassland, and this snowstorm that surpasses previous years is obviously an extremely harsh and terrifying test.

This is Nuer Gandusi, there is a warm and humid wind blowing from the southern ocean, and it is still so cold, so in the north, in the steppes of Central Mongolia and Eastern Mongolia, in the hometown of the hinterland of Buerhan Mountain, the Troubled River, Hara and Lin Mongolia, I am afraid that the white plague is ten times more than that of Liaodong, can the poor tribe from which I was born pass such a severe test?

All the soldiers present, who were still chatting energetically just now, kept talking about each other, at this time, their minds flew over thousands of mountains and rivers and returned to the grassland.

There are their hard-working wives and children, the parents who are the pillars of the family, the kind grandparents, the horses and sheep they raised, and the ...... who love butter tea and mare's milk wine.

"I hope that when I return home after the end of the war, all the people and things that are beautiful have not been buried in the snow!"