"Before I go to find General Wei. I have to go back to Dongyuan City." Wu Nian's eyes widened with a shocking light.
Zhang Shiping, Zhang Jin, and Long Qie all trembled and looked surprised.
Zhang Jin and Long Qie were also bold people, and they knew that Wu Nian never did things without aim, so they quickly put aside their surprise and listened carefully to what was going on.
Zhang Shiping was surprised at first, then shocked, and finally shook his head and said: "Master Wu, why are you going back to Dongyuan City?"
"Although Zhu Changtian was killed by you, there are still about a thousand Mongolian and Yuan Han soldiers in Dongyuan City. What's more, there are real Mongolian and Yuan soldiers just to the north of Dongyuan City. If you go back, you will be seeking your own death."
Zhang Shiping admitted that Wu Nian was very powerful and had great potential.
But Wu Nian insisted on going his own way and must return to Dongyuan City. He felt that there were only four words.
A dead end.
"Haha. Mr. Zhang. You underestimate me, Wu Nian. I am a man who will move forward bravely as long as there is a glimmer of hope. But I am not someone who seeks death. I also know that over there in Dongyuan City It’s a dragon’s pond and a tiger’s den. I’m not here to start a war. I’m here to do something.”
Wu Nian laughed, clapped his knees with both hands, and stood up. The light in his eyes was still bright, and he was full of courage to move forward.
"Doing something?" Zhang Shiping was relieved when he heard that Wu Nian was not going to start a war, and then he became curious.
"That's right. I'm going to Dongyuan City to say something to the Han people in Dongyuan City. There are some things that I won't be happy to say." Wu Nian nodded heavily, and then glanced at the 30 or so unpacked vehicles present. The corpse of the Han soldier from the Meng Yuan Dynasty sighed, shook his head and said, "Why should I, a descendant of Yan Han, sacrifice my life for the Meng Yuan people?"
After that, Wu Nian stopped explaining to Zhang Shiping, pulled out the saber from his waist, stepped forward and bent down to personally cut off Zhu Changtian's head, and found a rope to tie on the horse's head. Then Wu Nian got on his horse and took the horse stick from a brother's hand and placed it on his back. He greeted Zhang Jin and Long Qie and said, "Two brothers. Take twenty brothers with you and follow me to Dongyuan City."
"Mr. Zhang. Could you please lead the team first? We will catch up with you soon." Immediately, Wu Nian turned his head again and nodded to Zhang Shiping.
"Okay." Zhang Shiping did not refuse and nodded in agreement.
Zhang Jin and Long Qie also simply ordered twenty brothers, mounted the horses they had just snatched, and followed Wu Nian to Juechen in Dongyuan City.
Wu Nian controlled the horse under him and galloped. The cool breeze blowing against his face made his hair fly. The blood in his body was boiling.
"What is he going to do?" Zhang Shiping paused for a moment. After Wu Nian and others disappeared in the north, he said hello and led the team to Wei Changqing.
Just when Wu Nian and others were riding their horses back to Dongyuan City. The remnants of the Mongolian, Yuan and Han army cavalry that were defeated by Wu Nian fled back to Dongyuan City.
The news spread quickly, and the whole city was shocked.
The commander Zhu Changtian was actually beheaded by Wu Nian.
And when they were one-on-one, were they killed by the formation?
This, this, this.
This Wu Nian is really shocking.
Before that, the word Wu Nian had been widely circulated in Dongyuan City. Wu Nian who killed the tiger, Wu Nian who was the enemy of Ban Zhang.
Wu Nian, who killed the Mongolian nobles without hesitation in front of the city gate.
All these rumors and news formed a personality in the hearts of people in Dongyuan City.
Wu Nian is really a good man.
But none of these can compare with Wu Nian's formation killing Zhu Changtian.
This kind of thing is really not something that ordinary heroes can do. Only heroes who can be counted in the entire Liaodong can do it.
For a time, the entire Dongyuan City was buzzing with discussions. Some of Zhu Changtian's subordinates have already sent people to the north, hoping to mobilize cavalry to pursue Wu Nian.
Our own captain of thousands was killed. It is really unjustifiable not to take revenge.
In this case, whether it is the Mongolians and Han troops in the city, ordinary people, wanderers, desperadoes, businessmen, in short, everyone feels it.
Wu Nian should immediately gallop south and flee as far away as possible.
Otherwise, if a real large-scale Mongolian and Yuan soldiers pursue him, then Wu Nian, no matter how brave he is, will only be dead.
At this moment, Wu Nian unexpectedly appeared outside the south gate of the city.
After the news came out, the Mongolian, Yuan and Han soldiers in the city became nervous. Many people watching the excitement rushed out of the city like crazy to see Wu Nian.
Take a look at the appearance of this group of heroes who beheaded Zhu Changtian, the Mongolian leader of thousands.
Is it the same as what the history books say?
How big is your waist? One foot tall?
Green-faced fangs?
Those who watched the excitement were of course disappointed. Wu Nian is just a strong ordinary person.
Outside the south gate of the city.
Wearing heavy armor, Wu Nian stood on horseback, raising the spear with one arm in his right hand. There was a rope tied to the tip of the spear, and the other end was the head of Zhu Changtian, the Mongolian captain of thousands.
Twenty-two brothers, including Zhang Jin and Long Qie, lined up around Wu Nian, eyeing the crowd in front.
Among these people, there are many desperadoes, who are extremely dangerous in themselves.
At the same time, each of them held their heads high and showed pride.
The man who killed Zhu Changtian, the leader of the Meng Yuan people, is our lord (brother).
Wu Nian raised the heads of Ma Shan and Zhu Changtian with one arm, and scanned the surging crowd in front of him. There was a suffocating breath in his chest that he couldn't let out. He took a deep breath and said loudly: "Fellow tribesmen."
"I am Wu Nian who killed Zhu Changtian. I have been a military householder for generations and a martial artist in Liaodong. Of course I have not read many books, but I have read the Three Kingdoms. I know the Second Master Guan and I know loyalty even more."
"I know. Many people think that the Mongolian people have great luck and can take over the Central Plains, so they try every means to work hard for the Mongolian people and deliver supplies to the Mongolian people."
"But have you forgotten?"
"We are the descendants of the Yan Han people, and we wear Han clothes. The mere Mongolian people are savages who walked out of the white water and black mountains. We, the descendants of the Yan Han people, are humble and sacrifice our lives for the savages. Don't you feel ashamed?"
At this point, Wu Nian pointed his left hand at Dongyuan City in front of him like a sword, his voice was extremely majestic, and his voice was as sharp as the cold wind, and the cold air was overwhelming.
"Just like the thousand Han soldiers working for the Mongolian people in Dongyuan City ahead, don't you feel ashamed?"
"You will live in disgrace and die without a face to see your ancestors."
"Now under the bright sky, between the blue sky and the white sun. I, Wu Nian, sacrifice the head of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty captain to heaven and make an oath. My husband, who is a dignified man and dressed as a Han Chinese, will never be confused with the Mongolian Yuan people in this life. I will be born as a Han. , die as a Han ghost. As long as he still has a breath, he will fight with the Meng Yuan people until the blood is shed."
After saying that, Wu Nian shook the horse in his hand, and Zhu Changtian's head flew up and then fell to the ground. Wu Nian raised the horse pole in his hand, and the handle fell heavily to the ground.
With a "boom", the end of the handle was inserted into the soil, an inch into the ground.
His tiger eyes were as bright as the sun, and his whole body exuded an aura of determination. He was like a god of war, majestic and full of righteousness.
I, the Nian of Wu, have returned to Heng, and have been reckless, and I am not a moral gentleman.
He is a man who enjoys grudges.
But I, Wu Nian, was born as a descendant of the Yan Han Dynasty, and I will be a ghost of the Yan Han Dynasty even when I die.
I have no regrets in this life.
And those Han people who worked hard for the Mongolian people are completely rubbish.
Not worthy of clothes, only worthy of being a savage.
