Among the mountains in Liaodong, there is an unknown small mountain village.
It's called Liujiacun.
As the name suggests, except for a few people with other surnames in this village, everyone else has the surname Liu. There are more than 300 people in the village, who have formed a mountain village to protect themselves.
Such villages can be found everywhere in the mountains of Liaodong. After all, there were many bandits and bandits in Liaodong in the past.
The village is now very heavily guarded, and the people in the village are only allowed to enter, but not to leave.
A total of two thousand troops were stationed in the villa, eating, drinking, and having sex, and it was very crowded.
Inside a house.
A very simple house, with only a roof and floor, and an oil lamp with a bronze base.
The windows were open and light came in from the outside.
Wu Nian sat cross-legged with an old man in green clothes, facing each other. There was a square chessboard in front of him, with black and white pieces lying across the board.
Wu Nian held the black chess piece in his hand, lowered his head and frowned in thought.
He doesn't know much about Go.
"General Wu. You lost." The old man in Tsing Yi gently pinched his beard and said with a slight smile on his face.
"Yes. I lost." Wu Nian finally stopped struggling and readily admitted. To surrender.
Playing chess is not a war. No matter how many games you lose, it's okay.
"Haha." The old man in green chuckled, bent down, picked up the black and white pieces, and put them into the chess box respectively.
"Da da da." There was a sound of rapid footsteps. Wang Gui walked in from outside, bent down next to Wu Nian's ear, and said something.
Wu Nian frowned slightly, then relaxed and nodded to Wang Gui. Wang Gui immediately stood up, fisted at the old man in Tsing Yi, and then walked out.
"What happened?" The smile on the old man's face disappeared and was replaced by solemnity.
Wu Nian raised his head and looked at the old man in Qingyi. This old man is not an ordinary person, but an old scholar with a reputation as a scholar.
In the whole of Liaodong, the reputation of a scholar is of course nothing. But in such a small mountain village, the reputation of a scholar is very powerful.
The old man in Tsing Yi is called Liu Minda, and he is the patriarch of Liujia Village.
He has a strong personality and knows the difference between right and wrong. When Liu Zhixing communicated with nearby mountain villages, hoping to collect some grain.
Liu Minda made the decision and generously supported Beishan Fort.
When Wu Nian was away from home, he always needed a place to stay, so he chose Liujiacun. Among these mountains, Liujia Village is just a small one.
If the Meng Yuan people didn't deliberately inquire, they wouldn't know that Wu Nian was here. Wu Nian's spies were all over the nearby mountain villages.
Maybe a mountain villager who took mountain goods and sold them in the city was Wu Nian's spy.
The information on both sides is completely unequal.
This is harmony. It is also Wu Nian’s past accumulation.
Wu Nian said calmly: "The Meng Yuan people destroyed the crops outside Beishan Fort."
This incident was completely unexpected by Wu Nian, but it was still a huge blow.
"That's it. Even if you, general, repelled the Meng Yuan attack, you will have a hard time this year." Liu Minda frowned deeply and sighed.
"Yes. Life is hard. But this is normal, isn't it? When will my life get better? Now that Liaodong has fallen, the imperial court's reinforcements are far away. I am an enemy of the entire Mongolian Empire. Even if I am defeated tomorrow Killing is normal."
Wu Nian smiled and said something chilling.
Liu Minda looked at Wu Nian's overly young face and felt the calmness beneath it. She was silent for a long time, then shook her head with a wry smile.
Use the power of one person to counter the general trend.
Regardless of life and death, he only made enemies of the Meng Yuan people.
This kind of courage is not something that ordinary people can possess.
"The general is right. I was the one who made the fuss." Liu Minda nodded. After a while, Liu Minda couldn't help but asked: "General. Although you are doing this for victory."
"But there are only two thousand troops left to guard Beishan Fort. Is this really no problem?"
"There will never be any problem, I believe in my brother." Wu Nian smiled, his brows filled with confidence. Suddenly Wei Ru's face popped up in his mind, and he added in his mind.
"My brothers and sisters."
But soon, Wu Nian stopped his smile, took a deep breath, stood up from the floor, walked out of the room, facing the direction of Beishan Castle, standing with his hands behind his hands, his eyes far-reaching.
Beishan Fort can definitely be defended.
But the price will definitely not be small.
I must win with one blow and turn the tide, otherwise I will lose everything.
I want to be worthy of all those who sacrificed their lives.
Liu Minda also stood up, but staggered and almost fell. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, he was really old.
If I were not old, I would pick up the sword because I admire the person in front of me, and follow him to fight without hesitation.
Liu Minda also walked out of the room, looking at Wu Nian's broad back and majestic shoulders with admiration.
The man in front of me is a man who can carry the entire Liaodong on his shoulders.
I support him and so does our village.
In addition to the necessary rations left behind, I am willing to dedicate all the food in our village to him as food for the fight against Mongolia.
Wu Nian seemed to be a fierce tiger, entrenched in this mountain village, motionless. Be patient and watch the situation change.
But his minions are scattered outside, collecting intelligence, waiting for the opportunity to attack.
One day, two days... ten days.
In the blink of an eye, ten days passed. It's obviously spring and summer, but there hasn't been a single rain or thunder in these ten days.
Even in Liaodong, such weather is rare.
If it rains next time, if it rains heavily. This can interrupt the Meng Yuan people's offensive and give Beishan Fort a chance to breathe.
But no, not once.
This time. God did not help Wu Nian or favor the Han people.
But Wu Nian was not angry. The so-called weather is inherently unpredictable. It is possible to help anyone.
Congratulations to God for helping him.
If you don't help him, there's no need to complain.
As time passed, all the information about the Meng Yuan people's troop mobilization, food and grass mobilization, whether the city was empty or not, etc., gathered towards Wu Nian.
Relying on the information he had, Wu Nian began to plot the weaknesses of the Meng Yuan people.
simply put.
The tiger is coming down the mountain.
Still in that simple house. But Liu Minda is not here. Wu Nian sat cross-legged on the floor, with Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng sitting in front of him.
"General. According to the news, Jin Huanshan's offensive was the strongest and the losses were the highest. He adopted a rotation system. After a commander's strength and casualties reached the limit, he would let the commander lead his troops to recuperate. Replace with new ones and fully The commander of the army continued the attack."
"Beishan Fort suffered a lot of casualties. But the commanders who came out of rotation suffered even greater casualties."
"If we launch a surprise night attack, we can eat one."
Wang Gui's eyes flickered and he said in a deep voice.
