Eastern Palace

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Hu Tian blizzarded in August, and the snow was not unusual. The valley was sandwiched by huge high mountains. Only when the sky was clear, the first line of the sky could be seen. rainstorm.

There is no road in the valley. Both humans and horses can only be cautiously walking along the river valley washed out by the torrent. Uphill, it is said that it is a river valley, in fact, it is also a cliff. Or the horse could not be rescued.

In the middle of the night, the camp can only be stuck on the **** wall, and you may fall into the water when you turn over. Once you met a landslide in the middle of the night. From then on, everybody in the middle of the night dared to sleep on the mountain cliff in shifts wrapped in felt, and got up and fled after a little movement.

Everyone was exhausted, and along the way, there were always horses carrying food.

The dry food is almost finished.

Since leading the army, there has been almost no such desperation.

Ma Qian’s school finally couldn’t help but pull my reins: "General Pei, if we go forward, we are afraid that no one will be able to go out alive."

I didn't answer, but just shouted loudly: "Come to the open place in front, let's make a fire! Roast dry food to eat!"

The snow was thicker and thicker, and only a few people responded weakly.

I know that when morale has fallen to almost nothing, this group of feathers and Langlang was originally a son of a high school in Beijing. From this time onwards, many people thought that the battle was easy to obtain. When they came out of Beijing, they were like hunting. Everyone was elated.

It was the battle a while ago, and the army of the Ansidu guards pressed the line, but they were held in the back army. When the enemy's army was broken, the horse rushed in a panic and thought it was blood.

It wasn't until I entered the river valley below this cliff that I knew what a real damage was.

But I cannot withdraw.

Because the prince has not yet been found.

That was the crown prince I served since childhood and the master in the future.

From the age of six, I knew clearly that even if I had to fight my life, I had to protect this person well.

In front of me, the turbulent torrent of white foam finally calmed down, and I could see a hillside in front. The terrain was smoother. I strangled the horse and passed the order. The brigade rested on the gentle **** and had lunch by the way.

Everyone was miserable in the snow and the snow.

I dismounted and stood in front of the gentle slope, watching the last person walking past me, this time the whistle was set up, paying attention to the rocks on the mountain.

Piles of bonfires had been born, and everyone was trembling around the fire.

The dry food carried is only the hard naan bread.

Several horseshoes were injured, bleeding, stepping on the snow, blossoming red, like ominous flowers.

I ruthlessly removed all the dry food on the horse's back and killed the horse.

The aroma of roasted horse meat lingered, everyone was cold and hungry, hungry.

I looked at the remaining thousands of people in this group, and the three thousand feathers had already lost more than half. The prince’s whereabouts is unknown, and then he goes forward, and the danger is ringing, but he goes back, fearing that many people will die before he can exit this valley.

The real dilemma.

The snow overhead is still falling.

The horse meat was roasted. Everyone got a piece. I took one myself. I just took a bite and suddenly heard the whistle yell: "Rockfall! Rockfall!"

I was horrified. The falling rocks were often accompanied by landslides, and almost everyone jumped up. I shouted, "Attach to the mountain wall! Go high!"

Everyone evaded the falling rocks, and the terrible dull sound of high mountains made my heart sink. I have heard this kind of sound. On the terrible night of the landslide, more and more rocks rolled down. Gradually, some people were hit by gravel and fell into the turbulent flow; some were covered in blood, lying on the ground and crying in despair; more people dodged the rocks while protecting their heads, trying to climb higher up the mountain.

Suddenly I saw a wide stone beam not far away, and it protruded into the air like an eaves, but if there was a real landslide, I was afraid that such a large stone beam would fall, and everyone would still be crushed into mud, but the rocks In the rain, more and more people are hit, and the turbulence continues to fall. I can't hesitate anymore.

I shouted loudly: "Shi Liang! Hiding under Shi Liang!"

I shrugged away from the falling stone and pushed a school guard who was nearly hit by the falling stone under the stone beam. Everyone also saw the huge stone beam lying across the middle of the mountain and crawled towards it.

I dragged a wounded soldier, and then pulled a little school that was almost stumbled. The soldiers dragged me and dragged me. Finally, I didn't know how long it took. Everyone finally hid under Shiliang.

The falling rocks fell like raindrops, and we silently pressed against the mountain walls and looked at the falling rocks outside.

Several people were just injured, and they gritted their teeth tightly, without ever moaning.

In these days, no one dared to say anything in my face, but no one dared to tell me in private that Jie Shuo called it a **** mountain. Those who entered without permission would alarm the gods. The landslide must be the wrath of the mountain god.

No one knows how angry the mountain **** will be. The falling rocks outside are getting more and more dense. Everyone looks like earth. If half of the hillside collapses like last time, I am afraid that the stone beam can’t stop it. .

The dull noise is getting louder and closer, and more big boulders fall from the mountain.

I'm just afraid that there will be another landslide.

Shi Liang vibrated slightly and made a terrible noise. I wonder if too many boulders have fallen on it. Obviously Shi Liang is about to collapse.

Everyone looked up at Shi Liang, and everyone's face was desperate with self-knowledge.

I am not afraid of death, just guilt, not to find the prince, it is for unfaithfulness; to lead everyone to this point of death, it is for unrighteousness; to die here, let parents send white hair to send black hair people, naturally unfilial.

He is ashamed of infidelity, injustice and filial piety.

I protect a wounded soldier and put my knife up next to him. Perhaps this Yuci gold knife can't hold a bit of the stone beam at all, but the moment it collapses, it always makes people suffer less.

I said, "Don't be afraid."

The injured soldier nodded, tears in his eyes, and called me: "General."

On the verge of extinction, one more moment is a moment.

Shi Liang shook again, making a dull and terrible sound, after all, did not fall.

The falling rocks outside were becoming scarce, and I didn't know how long it was before I could no longer hear the sound of falling rocks.

The landslide is finally over.

Everyone crawled out of the stone beam tremblingly, only to find that there were several huge rocks on the stone beam, and the whole stone beam was crumbling.

The wind and snow stopped long ago, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.

Suddenly someone could not help but exclaim: "Lake! God Lake!"

I bypassed the huge falling rock and was stunned.

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