"Forget it. Now that you've decided, let's move forward bravely." Wu Nian shook his head and shook off the uneasiness in his heart. Then he stood up and tied his hair into a ponytail with a blue ribbon. Then he came to the side, took out the steel knife, and walked out of the tent.
"General!"
A group of soldiers responsible for guarding all bowed their heads and saluted.
"I'll go over there and practice my sword skills for a while." Wu Nian nodded and walked towards a big tree next to him. This group of soldiers immediately divided into two groups, one of which followed Wu Nian and walked over, scattered around on guard.
"Huh!!!" When he came to the shadow, Wu Nian held a steel knife. After taking a deep breath, his eyes suddenly sharpened and he began to show his sword skills.
Muscle is not built overnight.
As his body became stronger, Wu Nian's sword skills became more and more powerful.
While the soldiers around him were on guard, they looked at Wu Nian who was practicing his sword from time to time. His eyes were full of respect, and he thought to himself.
"The general's sword skills are fierce and sharp. If it were me, I probably wouldn't be able to take a single blow."
"The general's physique is really different from ordinary people. He is indeed a hero who can compete with Wan Yanxian."
Wu Nian was sweating profusely after performing a set of sword skills. Taking this opportunity, he also conducted freehand training to strengthen his body.
But enough is enough, after all, we will break out tomorrow.
After waiting for it to be over, Wu Nian called to his soldiers and returned to the tent. Eat wheat cakes and eggs to supplement energy and protein.
This protein is not free. He will be better tomorrow than he is today.
In this calmness, time gradually passed. Soon the sun sets and the day comes to an end.
Something happened at the west camp gate.
The militiamen guarding the gate of the camp did not slack off. Their eyes were as wide as bells and their ears were pricked up, listening to voices from all directions.
Someone heard the noise immediately.
"There's a voice!!!" a militiaman's expression changed and he shouted.
"Alert!!!" The cry caused a chain reaction, and the officers shouted. The archer drew his bow to a full circle, sweating like rain.
After all, he was a newly recruited soldier, so he was extremely nervous.
"Don't shoot arrows. I'm an old man." Behind a big tree where the militiamen couldn't see, a gray-haired old man in black shouted loudly.
"Old man?!"
The militiamen were stunned. Then the officer responded immediately. There are their sentries nearby. I dare not say anything else. It is impossible for the large-scale Mongolian soldiers to reach the camp gate easily.
But it is possible for an old man to fumble his way up without being discovered.
"Put down your bows and arrows." An officer called to the militiamen, and then said loudly: "Old man, come out, we won't let go of your arrows."
"Yes." The old man in black responded, and walked out from behind the big tree with some fear.
The officer felt relieved after seeing this scene. He asked: "Old man, this is the station of Wu Gong, the general who assisted the Han Dynasty. Now General Wu is fighting with the Mongolian people. It is very dangerous. How did you get here? I will send someone to escort you down. To avoid the checkpoints on the road, Shoot you to death.”
"I know this is General Wu's military camp. I have something to report." Seeing their good attitude, the old man couldn't help but let go, clasped his fists and said loudly.
"Have something to report? Do you have any information? You can tell me." The officer was stunned for a moment and asked immediately. He is very serious.
Many of Wu Nian's intelligence networks here come from mountain people.
This old man is definitely not a spy.
But it is also possible to obtain information by accident.
"Can't say. This news is very important, I can only tell General Wu." The old man said seriously.
The officer frowned slightly. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "Okay. Come here, I'll put down the basket and let you come up."
The door cannot be opened.
"Yes." The old man walked up with a happy face. Soon after, the old man sat on the gondola and staggered up to the camp gate. The officer took him into the military camp. Finally, a soldier of Wu Nian took the old man into the tent.
"Old man, I am Wu Nian. What information do you have? Just tell me. If it is true, I will not treat you badly." Wu Nian put on a green dress and sat upright on the small bench. His hair was also done up, making him look like a general instead of a bandit.
"I never thought about rewards. General Wu raised troops to fight against the Meng Yuan people. I admire him very much." The old man became even more bold when he saw Wu Nian looking so kind. He first clasped his fists and said something, and then said: "Old man, my name is Chen Shantu, and I live in Chenjia Village. Yesterday I went to collect herbs near Hulu Valley. In a remote place, I saw a group of Meng Yuan soldiers. I didn't dare to look more, but I guess there are quite a few people.”
"I don't know if this is useful, but I thought it wouldn't be a bad thing even if it was useless. So I came to see General Wu."
"Calabash Valley?!!!" Wu Nian's eyes flashed, and his face became extremely serious.
According to the report from the spies, four ten thousand households were surrounded and there were some gaps. Calabash Valley is one of them. I choose to break out from the direction of Hulu Valley tomorrow.
This old man suddenly appeared in front of me.
Is this news true? Or fake?
If it is false. That must have been a smoke screen set by Meng Yuan Wanhu to make me choose to break out from another direction.
If it's true.
Then Meng Yuan Wanhu set a trap in the direction of Hulu Valley to ambush me.
Want to eat me.
Both are possible.
what do I do?
For a moment, Wu Nian hesitated. There is no other way to fight against the four Mongolian and Yuan households and seduce them to concentrate their troops.
This is originally a tightrope walk, and it is a tightrope walk in a strong wind. If you are not careful, you will fall to your death.
Wu Nian made this decision with his bravery, but the pressure was still great. Now at the crossroads again.
If his judgment is wrong, then the 20,000 to 30,000 people on the mountain, the elite soldiers of two thousand households, and the militia of four thousand households will be killed by the Mongolian people, with blood flowing into rivers and corpses scattered everywhere.
Be a general.
If there is a slight mistake, you will be defeated and killed.
Seeing Wu Nian's brooding look, the old man became a little afraid. He grunted, swallowed, and bent over carefully.
Wu Nian's eyes flashed and he suddenly said: "Old man, I have something to ask you. If I offend you in any way, please don't take offense."
With that said, Wu Nian asked: "Old man, when did your parents die? How old were you when they died?"
The old man was surprised, and then said without thinking: "Report to the general. My father has been dead for twenty-five years, and he was sixty-two years old when he died."
"My mother has been dead for eighteen years. She was sixty-five when she died."
"You have lived for more than sixty years, which is considered a long life." Wu Nian nodded and said.
"Yes. It's joy and mourning." The old man nodded with a slight smile on his face.
"Do you remember. What do your parents like to eat?" Wu Nian asked again.
"My father doesn't seem to like anything in particular, just a sip of old wine. My mother likes to eat pork ribs, but she has been suffering all her life. She has never eaten more than a few bites." The old man replied without thinking. He seemed to be lost in memories, with a sad look on his face.
He was still a little confused, why would the general ask me this?
What does it have to do with war?
