There is still some distance to the mountain road from Beishan Fort.
The large group of men and horses stopped on the opened road. The Mongolian and Yuan soldiers were motionless, as if they were sculptures, but the morale of the soldiers was a little shaken.
Their eyes were focused forward.
Under the banner with the character "金", Jin Huanshan is riding a horse.
The atmosphere was solemn.
However, the Han auxiliary soldiers in front who were responsible for opening the road did not dare to stop. They even had to speed up and clear the snow to avoid being scolded and beaten.
On the right side of Jinhuan Mountain, there is a strong Mongolian warrior, kneeling on one knee on the cold mud ground, his head lowered.
He had been in this position for a while, and he was breaking out in cold sweat.
It was he who brought the news.
Zhang Chongshui and Zhang Guang were defeated, and almost all the soldiers in the front were wiped out.
Four Mongolian and Yuan thousand captains, four to five thousand men and horses, were just wiped out.
This time, 100,000 households of Mongolian people went south, and the battle went smoothly. No battle had ever seen such a loss of so many troops.
What's more, these thousands of captains were wiped out in the field.
This was a blow to Jin Huanshan's self-esteem.
It was also a blow to Jin Huanshan's prestige and status.
Jinhuan Mountain now is like a furious volcano that may erupt at any time.
The spy's guess was correct.
Jin Huanshan's anger has gone straight to his forehead.
Tens of thousands of households moved southward, sweeping across Liaodong. He is the only one who is so miserable. Where does this put his face?
I thought of the ridicule of my colleagues, the discussions in the court, and the disappointment of the emperor. Jin Huanshan's eyes were bloodshot and his breathing became heavy.
One of his hands held the horse's rein tightly, tightly.
This mouthful of blood reached his throat. The volcano is about to erupt. But Jin Huanshan is indeed half Han Chinese and has been influenced by Han culture.
He is a rare and calm general among the tens of thousands of generals in the entire Meng Yuan Dynasty. He swallowed the blood and suppressed the fire.
He didn't lose his composure, but he almost suffered internal injuries.
My stomach is churning.
Jin Huanshan's face was livid under the mask. He opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "The men and horses continue to set off to destroy Beishan Fort."
Wu Nian guessed wrong.
Even though Jin Huanshan was very calm, he could only hold back his anger. He only has Wu Nian in his eyes and heart now.
There is no longer the calmness that he had when he was sitting in Jiang County and commanding Ruoding.
Kill Wu Nian to wash away the shame.
Jin Huanshan finally spoke. The Meng Yuan soldiers kneeling on one knee on the cold ground breathed a sigh of relief, and the other motionless Meng Yuan soldiers also breathed a sigh of relief.
"yes."
The soldiers all responded in unison.
Following Jin Huanshan's order. The vacillation of the Meng Yuan soldiers was over, their eyes were firm and their momentum was strong.
They all looked up to the south, their murderous intent rising into the sky, intending to crush the Beishan Fort.
However, Jin Huanshan's intention was not achieved.
God continues to help Wu Nian.
After that, it started to snow one after another. It was impossible to march in the snow. The team had to stop and rest, and the snow in front became deeper.
Looking at Beishan Fort, it was right in front of me. It seemed so close, but yet so far away.
After another three days and three nights of heavy snowfall, everyone knew that this march was over.
Between the vast white snow and seemingly endless mountain peaks. The Mongolian and Yuan soldiers did not find a camp where six or seven thousand people could be stationed on a large scale.
The team can only be dispersed and stationed.
In one of the desolate valleys, Jin Huanshan and a Mongolian Yuan commander were stationed here. Three days and three nights of blizzards filled the valley they had cleared with snow again.
However, they are not worried about food. This time they brought enough food, which would last until spring. Not to mention water, just enough snow.
Inside the big tent.
The stove was burning vigorously and the temperature was very high. Let the snow on the tent melt, flow down, and turn into ice.
Jin Huanshan sat alone in the tent, motionless for a long time, and let out a faint sigh.
"It seems we can only wait until spring."
Jin Huanshan wanted to cut off Wu Nian's head himself immediately, immediately, but his hands were moving, ready to move.
What a bullshit Yan Han backbone, what a bullshit General Fu Han.
If we meet head-on on the battlefield.
Killing him is easy.
He's just a bastard who took advantage of the location and committed petty theft.
Damn it.
At this moment, a soldier hurriedly walked in. He bowed and saluted Jin Huanshan: "General. General Zhang is here."
"Huh?!" Jin Huanshan narrowed his eyes, a little surprised.
This time it snowed heavily for three days and three nights. It was not easy for Zhang Bu to come from Jiang County.
"Prepare the broth." Jin Huanshan ordered.
"Yes." The soldier responded, turned around and went down.
Outside the camp gate.
On the slippery snow, the sled pulled by the hounds, carrying Zhang Bu and his guards, stopped.
This is a hunter's method, and a small march is fine.
Zhang Bu was able to come from behind so quickly thanks to the sleigh. After getting off the sled, Zhang Bu entered the camp gate and, led by a group of Mongolian and Yuan soldiers, entered the big tent.
"General Jin." Zhang Bu was still respectful, clasping his fists and bending down to salute Jin Huanshan.
"General Zhang, sit down." Jin Huanshan said pleasantly as he did not vent his anger on the soldiers that day, and it was impossible to vent his anger on Zhang Bu today.
"Thank you, General." After Zhang Bu thanked him, he came to the side and sat down on the Grand Master's chair. After a while, a soldier brought the broth.
Zhang Bu was not polite. He picked up the broth and drank it all. Then he raised his head and said to Jin Huanshan: "General, Wu Nian relied on the favorable geographical location. We don't have many soldiers anymore. We can't do it in winter."
"I came up with a plan to kill Wu Nian."
Jin Huanshan's heart stirred, and with a look of interest on his face, he asked, "How can I hold on to death?"
"Now the news has spread. Wu Nian is powerful in Liaodong, and scattered military households and ignorant people continue to defect to Wu Nian. His food will definitely not be able to sustain it. You first ask for help from the court to make up for the lost soldiers. Wait until next spring, I The Han soldiers and horses have also been trained."
"When the time comes, the generals will come out in full force, set up camps on the four hills of Beishan Fort, and surround Beishan Fort, but they will not attack."
"Wu Nian will definitely have insufficient food and grass to accept the population. Without fighting, he will collapse on his own."
"Even if Wu Nian managed to get some food, he could survive. Our soldiers and horses surrounded him. There is no way to cultivate the 10,000 acres of fields outside Beishan Fort."
"Over time, his food supply will still be cut off."
Having said this, Zhang Bu showed a confident smile on his face.
Said in the art of war.
Attacking the city is the last resort.
Besieging the city is the best strategy.
With ten times the force, you can besiege the city. The terrain outside Beishan Fort is complicated. As long as the soldiers come out in full force to guard the top of the mountain and guard all roads, Beishan Fort will be cut off from the outside world.
The more people there are in Wu Nian, the faster they die.
Jin Huanshan is an experienced general. In fact, Zhang Bu did not need to remind him, he already had this idea in his mind.
I just can't let go.
He wanted to have a battle between tough guys, use strong troops to defeat Wu Nian, kill Wu Nian, and avenge his previous humiliation.
It's a bit unsightly to be surrounded but not attacked.
But now that Zhang Bu has said it.
"Okay. Act according to the plan." Jin Huanshan did not hesitate for long and nodded heavily, with earth-shattering murderous intent blooming in his eyes.
Dragnet.
Kill the sparrow.
