Half a month had passed. Most of the cities had been built, but some still needed more time.
Heavy snow fell and the Sisters Lake froze.
It started snowing before noon and didn't stop at night. The wind was strong too. Under the light of the kerosene lamps, the snow flew horizontally.
"Get ready. Set off as we agreed." In the main camp, Guo Zhiyun gave the order.
They had a plan. To put it bluntly, they were looking forward to the heavy snow.
They didn't know when it would snow, let alone if it could.
Now that it was snowing, it was part of the plan.
The horses were brought out and put on the sleigh.
The five hundred Winged Knights were in charge here. The sleigh was covered with water bags and military canteens.
New military canteens were delivered. They were enameled and didn't need to worry about rusting or breaking. Overall, there was no problem.
The canteen was filled with hot meat porridge.
The Winged Knights set off on the sleigh with kerosene lamps, saws, ropes, and wooden sticks.
Qin Li led the team straight to Birala's tribe.
In the heavy snow, Birala was shouting, "Sheep, prop up the sheepfold. Put the yaks aside."
He was about to cry. He remembered when he was young, there was also a heavy snow that took the lives of more than four hundred tribesmen.
At that time, the yaks were better off, but more than seventy percent of the sheep were lost. Many people froze to death.
After that, they lost more than two hundred tribesmen. The elderly tribesmen were given some food and left in the snow.
The tribe had to migrate. The sheep and yaks couldn't eat in the heavy snow.
The elderly were burdens. Giving them a piece of meat was the last favor.
They didn't expect it to happen again this year. The sheepfold was crushed by the heavy snow and blown by the wind.
The elderly of the tribe rushed to the front and worked hard. They wanted to help the tribe at the last moment, and then …
"Brother Birala, are you here? I'm Qin Li. "
When Birala commanded the tribesmen to work with the torches that felt like they would go out in the next moment, a group of people shouted in the darkness.
The snow was too heavy. The two sides couldn't see each other's torches and kerosene lamps.
Birala's heart skipped a beat. He was afraid of a surprise attack.
But then he put it down. There was no need. Why would the generals and soldiers of the Tang dynasty want to fight now? When the snow stopped, they would have no fighting power left.
He called out to a few people and shouted back together, "Here, here."
"I see it. It's a little bright. Don't worry, we're coming." Qin Li's group shouted.
They saw a little light, and the man in charge of watching the horses continued to watch over them and lead them forward.
The others were wearing skis. One by one, they rushed over against the wind and snow.
Yes, they had skis and poles. Otherwise, riding in such heavy snow would be too much for the horses to bear.
If he walked on his own, the snow would reach his waist with each step.
It was not easy to use the skis, but it was better than getting stuck in the snow.
Qin Li rushed to the front. The kerosene lamp hanging in front of his chest swayed back and forth in the wind.
Now and then he steadied himself with his hands and ran up to Birala.
He picked up the kerosene lamp and handed it to Birala, shouting, "Give the kerosene lamp to our brothers. Get to work."
"Yes!" The other Winged Knights responded. They took off their skis and went over to steady the sheep pen.
Saws, ropes, and sticks came in handy at this time.
Then they used the skis to push the snow out of the surrounding area with the wind and helped to set up the tents again.
The children and elders of Birala's tribe, who were shivering from the cold, drank the hot meat soup. They drank a mouthful of soup and quickly went to help.
The torches would go out, but the kerosene lamp would always be lit, no matter how the wind blew.
Three hours later, the wind and snow were still blowing. The Winged Knights and the people of the tribe took turns clearing the newly fallen snow on the sheep pen and the tents.
Qin Li and Birala entered the tent. He took out his military water bottle and handed it over. "Medicinal wine. Have a sip, a small sip."
With that, he retracted his hand, unscrewed the lid, poured half of it, and handed it over. There was a rope behind the lid.
Birala smelled the strong smell of wine.
He looked at the wine in the lid, thinking that the other party was saying that medicinal wine was precious and was unwilling to give him too much.
He carefully took it and drank it in one gulp.
"Cough, cough, cough. Oh, cough, cough, cough! Ah! I can't breathe. "
Birala's tears and snot came out. How should he describe this mouthful of wine?
"Good courage, Brother Birala. This is the first time I've seen you drink this warm wine in one gulp. I always take small sips. Haha! "
Qin Li poured some for himself as well. He took a sip, held his breath and swallowed it. Then he stopped breathing through his nose and slowly exhaled the smell of wine from his mouth.
He inhaled through his nose the next time he breathed in. When he exhaled again, it was comfortable.
This was the way to drink warm wine. When drinking it, it was like a knife going down. Then, with a bang, he felt his entire chest heat up.
Birala also felt hot, as if something was stuck in his throat.
"Come, Brother Birala. I brought a bag of fennel beans, a big bag. Dongzhu taught me how to make it. Once it's cooked, the children can also eat it."
Qin Li took out another oil paper bag. There were two catties of fennel beans in it.
He waved to Birala's children in the tent. The children ran over.
"Give it to your mother. Don't just eat it yourself. In our Tang dynasty, children who don't give things to their parents and grandparents are not good children."
Qin Li grabbed the beans with his hands and reminded the children when he put the beans in their hands.
The children understood. After getting the beans, they ran to their mothers. Birala had several women.
"Let's eat it too. Don't worry. As long as we don't die, all problems are small."
Qin Li took off the bottle cap, poured half a cup of wine and handed it over. He picked up a bean and threw it into his mouth to chew.
Birala was experienced. He took a sip, then another. After taking four sips, he drank half a cup of wine and quickly ate the beans.
His eyes were red. Perhaps it was because of the wine.
"If you didn't come, many people in my tribe would have died. I don't know why. Although we have a lot of people, I suddenly feel at ease when I see you."
Birala raised his hand to wipe his eyes. His voice was not very clear.
"Because we are brothers. What you see is not the five hundred Winged Knights, but the city behind them.
When the sun rises, more things will be sent over. Life can always go on. Don't give up on anyone.
When you can even give up your parents in order to survive, it's not that you are cruel, but that you are cowardly.
What you are cowardly is not your strength, but your powerlessness in the face of Heaven.
And my Dongzhu has a way to defy Heaven. Even if Heaven commits a sin, it can be defied. My Dongzhu said … "
Qin Li began to instill in Birala a thought that Li Yi was omnipotent.
Following Li Yi and the current Tang dynasty, everyone can live a good life.
No matter how heavy the snow, they will not give up on anyone. They will work hard together, just like fate.
"No! I won't accept it! I want to learn from Li Dongzhu! "Birala, who drank a few cups of wine, clenched his fists and shouted.
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