Prosperous Tang Soul

Chapter 350 Blood Red Snow White ([-])

In addition to wanting to fundamentally solve the secret connection between the Turkic people and the merchants of the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Yi's action against them was more out of the fear of the ten emperors of the braided dynasty in later generations.

Ignoring the general who wanted to dissuade him again, Zhang Yi insisted on giving the order to loot the Turkic tribe again.

Wang Laowu sneaked out of Shuofang City with [-] soldiers in this way, stepping on the vast snow field in the snowflakes all over the sky, and quickly blended into this piece of silver.

170 miles, which is a very long distance.

Different from the past, it was a kind of enjoyment to walk among the green grass in the past, and it also felt refreshing when watching the blue sky and white clouds passing by.

But when the two-foot-thick snow covers the entire grassland, no one will appreciate the unique scenery of the Northland anymore.

More than half of the brothers in the entire team were frostbitten, and the cold sackcloth made them almost unable to feel any sensation.

Each of them is wearing a sheepskin vest that is not spacious, just to keep the little warmth in the heart and keep the heart beating.

"Uncle Wu, there are still twenty miles left!" Zhang Gouzi greeted the brothers around him and sat down in the snowdrift. All of them were exhausted from the long journey. Their temples were gray and their faces were pale. Wang Laowu said: "Should we dig holes in the snow first according to the method taught by uncle?"

The distance of twenty miles is not close, but it is not far away either.

If it is usually less than two hours away, if there is a horse riding, it will undoubtedly be faster, but at this time it is impossible to at least, the two-foot-high blood foam will not be able to stand the horse if riding a horse.

So generally speaking, at this time, the shepherds will not leave their tents anymore. They will hide in the tents and use the cow dung that has been dried and stored for a whole year as firewood to keep warm.

Not far in front of Wang Laowu, there was a large area of ​​tents scattered. The thick snowflakes almost completely dyed the cowhide of the tents white. If they hadn't noticed them carefully, they would not have noticed their existence at all.

Of course, the reason for the discovery is mainly because of the smoky smell of these Turkic people when they warmed up.

"Okay, let's start digging right here!" Wang Laowu nodded, and told a captain next to him, "Tell the other brothers to move more slowly and try not to make any noise!"

"Yes!" The lieutenant took the order, and quickly walked towards the surrounding sergeants with difficulty.

Zhang Gouzi didn't believe Zhang Yi's so-called method of drilling holes.

As a member of Zhangjiazhuang, Wang Laowu and other old people have described to him in great detail how to pile up snow and make holes.

Seeing those old people clumsily piling snow into piles and then digging holes, Zhang Gouzi laughed inwardly.

The snow is so cold, wouldn't it be even colder if we had to go into a snow cave full of snow piles?
However, this kind of thought only remained in his mind for a moment, and then he began to help Wang Laowu start to pile up snow.

Because the person who said this method was the uncle, even though Zhang Gouzi didn't believe it in his heart, his body still accepted such a strange order.

Snow is everywhere, and it is not troublesome to collect it. In less than a quarter of an hour, two to three hundred snow bags were piled up by the sergeants, and many people had already started the process of digging holes.

Snow is water, everyone knows it.

The soft snow foam hardened a lot after being piled up in a pile, but it would undoubtedly be a lot easier to dig with a Mo knife.

This job is not difficult, it is just like digging a cellar in Zhuangzi, and it is easier.

Zhang Gouzi is very good at making holes. He crawled on the snow, holding a half-foot-long dagger close to Wang Laowu's body in his hand. Personal hiding in the snow cave.

But Zhang Gouzi didn't stop. He felt that such a cave was still a bit small. He always lived in a small thatched house at home, so he hoped that the place where he lived could be more spacious.

Seeing that the cave wall is still very thick, Zhang Gouzi intends to continue digging deeper, as if he wanted to build a small nest according to his own ideas.

As the whole body entered the cave, Zhang Gouzi didn't feel anything wrong at first, but after a long time he obviously felt something was wrong,
Because he found that there was no cold feeling in the cave at all, on the contrary, he finally felt the long-lost warmth inside.

Is this an illusion?

Zhang Gouzi was not sure about his thoughts in his mind.

Because this strange phenomenon had a huge conflict with what he knew.

Snow is cold, and a pile of snow is undoubtedly colder, but why do you feel warm after digging a hole in it and hiding in it?

There are many people who have such thoughts, and almost every soldier hiding inside has such doubts.

With the formation of snow caves of different sizes and shapes, the soldiers can finally take a rest.

But the rest is only temporary, because Zhang Gouzi knows that digging out the cave is only the first step. They still need to enter the cave to light the hay and charcoal that they regard as life, and boil a pot of boiling water.

The reason why he needed to go into the cave to boil water, Gouzi knew, was because Uncle didn't want the smoke to disperse and be discovered by those damn Turkic people.

He first took out the hay from his bosom, but fortunately it was placed close to his chest without getting damp, and after lighting it with flint, he also threw in a few pieces of black charcoal, and soon a small flame rose in the hole .

The long-lost warmth immediately filled the cave again.

He took out the iron pan, threw a handful of snow cubes into it, and got three more stones to put the iron pan on the fire to wait for the snow to melt.

Because there is such a thing in Uncle’s method, after the cave is dug, boiled water must be poured over the snow bag from head to bottom, so that the snow house made by this way is strong.

Ever since he felt the benefits of being in the cave, Gouzi was finally convinced that Uncle's words were the most correct.

Who would have thought that a cave built entirely of icy snow blocks would be as warm as spring?
Just as he was thinking about something, the water had already boiled, and the dog didn't continue to enjoy the hard-won warmth. He carefully crawled out of the cave again, and suddenly a chill filled his whole body.

After a shiver, Gouzi quickly came out with the iron pan in both hands, and evenly poured the boiling water in the iron pan from the top of the snow bag.

Immediately.

With the pouring of boiling water, the snow foam on the surface of the snow bag was melted in an instant, but only a small part of it melted, and soon the melted water was frozen.

(End of this chapter)