The Prodigal Son of the Empire

The sled can slide freely on the ice and snow ground, which is convenient and labor-saving. Sitting on this special frame, there is no obstacle in the snow march.

It was even a few minutes faster than the normal march, which is why Tai Tai dared to let Murong Zhao run first.

Although he retreated early, Wang Kang will definitely catch up...

ps: I am very busy at the end of the year, and the update will be later, but it will definitely be enough.

Chapter 8 and four are impossible, this is impossible!

The snow was deep and the ground was white.

On this plane, from far to near, came an army.

There were a lot of people, and it was dark, but they all looked listless and extremely decadent.

"Squeak, squeak."

The soldiers struggled to pull their legs out of the snow, and took another step forward to plunge into another snow pit. Because of this repetition, their calves were also full of water, which added to the burden.

Of course, there are horses, but the horses can't walk anymore, lack of food and grass, and under this kind of weather, the physical exertion is quite serious, so they must be fully replenished.

Many soldiers were trembling and staring blankly.

"quick!"

"faster!"

In this way, there are still generals who are constantly urging...

They are Yan Jun.

The Yan army fled from the Dongshe Plain.

After that battle, Murong Zhao was scared out of his wits. In a short period of time, [-] soldiers were murdered, and he almost collapsed!

The remaining troops are only more than [-] people, and the superiority of troops is gone.

In order to escape, Murong Zhao went around to Lishui, and happened to catch up with the snow, which made the march more difficult, but he still kept on going day and night.

Now it is about to reach Hesong County, and the speed is quite fast.

As Wang Kang said.

Under the control of fear, people can burst out with great potential.

Yan Jun, that's it.

But it will eventually be exhausted, and such rapid marches one after another will cost a lot, and the soldiers are already exhausted to the extreme.

Decadent, sluggish.

The same is true for Murong Zhao, even though he was sitting in the car and did not consume any physical energy, the inner torment was even worse.

So many days have passed, and he still hasn't come out of the battle on Dongshe Plain.

How can I get out.

With so many troops, it will be gone, the touch is too great, and the blow is too great.

Every time I close my eyes, it seems that the tragedy at that time emerges.

The soldiers screamed and struggled in that giant pit, but he was helpless...

He is the Prince of Yan.

This identity made him suffer far more than others.

"Cough! Cough!"

In a carriage, Murong Zhao was wrapped tightly in a fur coat, coughing dryly.

His complexion is very bad, and he has lost a lot of energy, and he is no longer as sharp as before.

Thinking back to the past, he led an army of 40 to attack the State of Zhao.

Conquer Xishan Province and turn Zhao land into Yan soil, so that the territory of Yan State can be expanded, farming can be developed on the basis of commerce, and the contradiction between domestic population and geographical inequality can be alleviated...

At that time, he had great ambitions.

He has the confidence and ability to accomplish this feat!

He has already calculated well, no matter which aspect Zhao Guo takes, it is impossible for him to win.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to bear the notoriety, and without the slightest reason, launched a war of aggression against the Zhao country...

Now, it has become like this.

Of the 40 troops, only [-] remnants were left, and they were defeated and fled.

The gap is too big!

Not only that, after this, the country of Yan will definitely lose its national strength.

The consequences are too serious.

Murong Zhao felt as if he had had a dream, and now that he woke up from the dream, everything was in vain...

"His Royal Highness?"

At this moment, a soft voice disrupted his thoughts.

"Say."

"Should we stop for a while?"

Gong Xiu said in a low voice: "The food and grass in the army has long been lacking. The soldiers are extremely tired. Do you want to take a rest?"

As if afraid of Murong Zhao's refusal, he added: "Although the heavy snow made our march difficult, it also hindered Wang Kang. He probably couldn't catch up, or he might not even catch up."

"Chase!"

Murong Zhao said in a low voice: "Wang Kang is definitely going to chase after him, there is no doubt about that."

"Where have we been?"

"It's almost to Hesong County."

"Yiyan, Hesong, Nanbin..."