It's not the first time Liu Zhengyang has come to the northwest, but it's winter. It's different from the spring scene last time. It's more of a solemn feeling here.

The cold wind was like a knife, slamming his face fiercely, making him feel like his skin was cracked.

It was precisely because of this feeling that Liu Zhengyang narrowed his eyes subconsciously, then waved his hand.

Fang Yanbin hurried over.

"In charge!"

In front of outsiders, Fang Yanbin is not casual, which is also the greatest respect for Liu Zhengyang.

"Find a place to camp!"

Liu Zhengyang sighed lightly, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart. I didn't expect them to be so unlucky that they encountered Huang Maofeng as soon as they came out!

Speaking of his ability, naturally it will not be greatly affected.

But the soldiers in the reserve battalion behind him couldn't bear it. Although each of them was clenching their teeth, they obviously couldn't hold on for too long.

But this is no way to go on, maybe someone will not be able to adapt halfway, and just pass out!

"But we just set up camp! This will greatly reduce our travel speed!"

Dialect Bin said with some embarrassment.

"Look at the soldiers below, now is not the time to struggle with the speed of travel! Find a place!"

"Yes!"

Fang Yanbin could only sigh helplessly, and then led some people to find a place where the wind had been trapped.

As a tent was erected, Liu Zhengyang was still standing on the loess ground, staring blankly at the loess-filled world in front of him.

Because of the yellow wind, they have deviated from the planned route, and now they don't know where they have deviated to!

If you insist on going this way, the soldiers under you may be extremely severely affected.

Liu Zhengyang can no longer go ahead with such a risk.

When Liu Zhengyang returned to the command tent, Fang Yanbin was already looking sad: "Brother Yang, it's no way to continue like this! Our supply will be cut off soon! It will last three days at most!"

"Three days?"

Liu Zhengyang frowned.

"Now is not the time to hesitate, I will go out to find supplies, and you will lead someone to keep here!"

Fang Yanbin hesitated: "Brother Yang, or I'll take someone there!"

Liu Zhengyang shook his head: "We are only at the border of Huangmaofeng. If we go deeper, I am afraid that we will encounter stronger winds, and you will be in danger by then!"

"The most important thing is that I suspect that we have entered the no man's land in the northwest!"

"No man's land?"

Dialect Bin exclaimed.

Liu Zhengyang nodded solemnly.

He is really responsible for the lack of supplies.

The space in the chessboard of heaven and earth can be loaded with enough supplies, but according to the predetermined plan, basically it only takes three to five days to reach the Xiongzhiguan in the northwest.

It is also the largest pass in the northwest, so it can naturally be fully supplied.

In order to load more minerals, Liu Zhengyang did not prepare enough supplies, at most some items that are easy to store, such as rice, but such a single material will not starve people to death, but long-term consumption is extremely for warriors. The fatal thing.

Of course, in the face of such a situation, being able to live safely is the most important thing.

"Okay, you take people to keep me here! No man's land is no better than other places, danger can happen at any time!"

Liu Zhengyang confessed, then got up and left and walked into the yellow wind.