Guangyang Mansion.
In the deep mountains of Fushan County.
In the blue sky, a bird fluttered its wings, and a few gray feathers fell down and landed on the white snow.
"Huhuhu." The biting north wind, with its biting chill, shook the trees.
On a mountain called Yundang Mountain, there stood a messy camp. The perimeter is a wall built of wood. The wood is not only of different sizes, but also some are crooked, and the workmanship is extremely poor, which shows the haste during the construction.
The mountainous terrain inside the camp is rugged and uneven. The tents were also built crookedly.
"dragon!"
A flag with a black background and white writing hung on a flagpole. The flags fluttered in the wind and made a hunting sound.
The soldiers were shivering with cold, struggling to keep up their spirits, either patrolling the camp or guarding the camp, and their morale was low.
The dragon is wearing heavy armor. The armor was dotted with bloodstains, filled with arrow holes and scars from swords and guns. With his hand on the handle of the knife, he led a dozen soldiers and patrolled the camp with heavy steps. He stopped from time to time and spoke to encourage morale.
"Cheer up, everyone, reinforcements will be here soon. We'll be fine."
"This land in Liaodong belongs to us Han people. It started tens of thousands of years ago, and it will still belong to us Han people in the future. The days when the Mongolian people run wild will not last long."
Long Qie shouted with all his strength, his voice was louder than the wind, but it had little effect.
The majesty of a defeated general has certainly declined. Now they are trapped in the mountains, with no food and grass inside, and no news of reinforcements from outside. How can the soldiers cheer up?
"Damn it. How could they be defeated so completely?" Long Qie shouted so loudly that his voice became hoarse, but when he saw that his morale had not recovered significantly, he couldn't help but feel discouraged and cursed in his heart.
Thinking of the experience of these days, Long Qie felt in a daze again.
After he separated from Wu Nian, he immediately returned to Dingxian. However, he did not stay in the barren Dingxian County for long, but continued eastward out of Yingqing Mansion and arrived at Guangyang Mansion.
Relying on the wealth gained by fighting with Wu Nian. He began to contact heroes, store food, and actively prepare.
As they expected, the Mongolian Yuan people arrived as promised, but unexpectedly, the Mongolian Yuan people actually broke through the thirty-two counties of Liaodong's five prefectures in a short period of time, just like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
Liaodong generals fell one after another, just like the fallen leaves.
Although the situation is dangerous, the opportunities are also great. He quickly gathered and accumulated people from the fleeing refugees. In a short period of time, he gathered 20,000 to 30,000 people, selected 2,000 to 3,000 strong men, killed cattle and sheep to sacrifice to heaven, and sent troops to capture a surrender to the Mongolian people. county seat.
That was also his peak period, with 70,000 to 80,000 civilians and 5,000 to 6,000 strong men under his command. But the Meng Yuan people quickly pounced on them and were defeated in a battle.
A strong man without training is like a sheep. He has no prestige, no foundation of popular support, and cannot make the city united. The Mongolians were defeated after only two days of attacking the city.
He led 30,000 people to break out of the encirclement and fled into the mountains. They fought fiercely with the Mongolian people and were defeated again. Now the common people and soldiers have been dispersed, leaving only about 8,000 people, and there is not enough food and grass, as well as quilts and clothes. It was like a dying old man with only one breath left.
Thinking of this experience, Long Qie felt like he was on a roller coaster, only feeling excited. Victory or defeat turns out to be just a matter of seconds.
Rising in the wind and occupying the county seat, he had 70,000 to 80,000 people, floating as if he were sitting on the clouds, full of pride, as if he was invincible in the world.
After losing two battles in a row, he is a lost dog.
The miserable Meng Yuan people are really powerful.
Long Qie was injured. After patrolling the camp for a while while wearing armor, he couldn't stand it anymore. His face was ashen and he was sweating profusely.
After returning to the camp, his steps were shaky and he was unsteady on his feet. His confidant Deng Tong and Sky Monkey Chen Jiagui saw that something was wrong with their boss, and quickly came up to support Long Qie.
They helped the people in first, and then took off Long Qie's armor to prevent outsiders from seeing him. The Lord is sick and weak, so he should hide it if he can.
After taking off dozens of kilograms of armor, Long Qie exhaled and some color returned to his face. He quickly sat down against the stove.
Chen Jiagui brought a bowl of hot wine and handed it to Long Qie.
After Long Qie reached out to take it, he took a big gulp and his face gradually turned rosy.
"General. Will Wu Nian come to rescue us?" Deng Tong sat opposite Long Qie, looking up at his general with a hesitant look on his face.
He is not Long Qie's old team, and has never cooperated with Long Qie and Wu Nian. Originally a hero from Guangyang Prefecture, he was brave and courageous. After Long Qie raised the flag, he followed Long Qie.
Although the year of Wu was at its peak during this period, it was rumored that the formation killed four thousand captains of the Meng Yuan Dynasty and killed nearly five thousand soldiers, which was an incredible feat. He didn't believe it, let alone even if it was true. Then Wu Nian can take the risk to save them?
Even if it were true, Wu Nian probably relied on the terrain and the solid defense of Beishan Fort to achieve such a glorious victory. After leaving Beishan Fort, it may be that the shark has left the sea and is nothing more than a dish.
Before Long Qie could say anything, Chen Jiagui, the Flying Monkey who had worked with Wu Nian, couldn't help but said: "Don't worry. If the letter is not sent out and is robbed halfway, there is nothing you can do. If the letter is sent out, then Wu I will definitely come to save us."
"That's right. Although Wu Nian and I didn't burn yellow paper and cut off chicken heads to kowtow to become brothers, we are indeed close friends. If the letter is delivered, he will find a way to save us. But whether he can be saved or not, I can't say. ”
Long Qie was full of confidence in whether Wu Nian would come back to save him, and he spoke decisively. But whether he could save him or not, his tone was depressed and a little desperate.
The flying monkeys Chen Jiagui and Deng Tong fell silent, and for a while the atmosphere in the tent fell to freezing point.
Not officers and soldiers, not generals, there were only a few in Liaodong who dared to raise troops to resist the Mongolians. How many cowards escaped.
How many cowards have fallen.
How many cowards have become obedient people.
But they raised the banner and resisted. If nothing else, they dare to speak loudly to anyone with pride and patting their chests.
"We are real men."
But the situation is really not good. There are eight thousand of them, including ordinary people, some strong men, and a rabble. Lack of clothes, food and grass. What's even more frightening is that they are surrounded, and the person who surrounds them is called Wan Yanxian.
The Meng Yuan households in Guangyang Prefecture are all beautiful.
Just like Deng Tong thought. Even if Wu Nian relied on the favorable terrain to kill four Mongolian and Yuan thousand captains, he killed nearly 5,000 Mongolian and Yuan soldiers.
Can he do it in the field?
Can he send troops for more than a hundred miles, come to Guangyang Mansion, fight fiercely with Wan Yanxian, a million households in Meng Yuan, and rescue them?
You must know that Wanyanxian is not Jin Huanshan, and the army is almost full.
Now Wan Yanxian was not in an offensive state, but guarding the surrounding hills, waiting for them to eat up all the food and starve to death.
