Wu Nian is not an alcoholic, and what he drinks is not wine, but the [heroic spirit].
It is said that if you are not greedy for cups, you will not be greedy for cups. Just drink a bowl and forget it. Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng, on the other hand, planned to drink more, but Wu Nian severely stopped them with his eyes.
"There are still things you need to prepare. Come here." Wu Nian put down the wine bowl, raised his head and said to the two of them.
"Huh?!" Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng also put down their wine bowls, walked up to Wu Nian, squatted down and listened.
"General?!!!!" After Wu Nian finished speaking, a look of shock appeared on their faces.
"If I don't have such courage, how can I dare to talk about fighting the Mongolian people head-on? Go ahead and do it."
"The Art of War. Soldiers are like fire. If you don't burn the enemy, it will extinguish itself."
"If you can't win, you are defeated. It's just death, so what's there to be afraid of?!" Wu Nian raised his head and looked at the two of them, with a pair of tiger eyes full of bravery.
"Yes." Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng suddenly became energetic, responded with their hands raised, and went down to prepare.
Wine does not intoxicate people, people intoxicate themselves.
Wu Nian felt that his head was a little dizzy, and the blood in his body was getting hotter and hotter. He stood up and laughed loudly: "Recalling the past. Wei Qing and Huo Qubing marched an army of 100,000 horses and infantry across the desert to pursue the Xiongnu Chanyu and sealed the wolf as a surrogate."
"Sooner or later, in the year of Wu, I will raise an infantry army of 100,000 horses and attack the capital of Mongolia and Yuan Dynasty."
"Put an end to the hatred of the enemies of this country."
Nothing to say that day. Early the next morning. The Huotou Army, like the common people, buried pots and cooked rice in an orderly manner.
Wu Nian was absolutely right.
The soldiers of Beishan Fort did not collapse under such circumstances.
It is a warworthy soldier.
After having breakfast, the people went back to their tents and tried not to walk outside so as not to cause trouble to Wu Nian.
Elite soldiers and militiamen patrolled and stood guard in accordance with orders. Before that, the militiamen still had to train.
On the way to escape, Wu Nian would train them when he had time.
But today is different.
"Dong dong dong!!!!" Some soldiers were beating gongs and drums, shouting: "General, set up an altar on the hilltop to the east to worship Emperors Yan and Huang. Regardless of the common people or soldiers, unless necessary to stand guard, all go to the hilltop to gather. .”
"Soldiers, put on your armor and take up your weapons."
This caused an uproar and confusion among the people.
Not everyone knows who Emperors Yan and Huang are, after all, there are many illiterates.
"Who are the Yan and Huang Emperors?"
"This is the leader of the ancient tribe. Emperor Xuanyuan Huang, Emperor Yan of Shennong. Our ancestor of Yanhan."
Since it was Wu Nian's order, both soldiers and civilians came out and gathered on the east hill. People were talking a lot on the road, mainly people who knew about it, and people who didn't know about it wanted to learn more about it.
Soon, they arrived at the top of the mountain to the east, where there were 20,000 to 30,000 soldiers and civilians, a dense mass of darkness.
On a simple altar made of wood.
The spiritual tablets of Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang are placed, and there are whole pigs, whole sheep, and whole cattle as sacrifices. In the Han Dynasty, this three-in-one was called Tailao.
It is a very solemn sacrifice.
Wu Nian was wearing heavy armor and a red tassel helmet. He was holding the handle of the knife at his waist with his left hand. He also put on a red cloak that he had collected and stood facing the army and civilians.
Looking at the black army and civilians, Wu Nian said angrily: "I don't believe in gods and Buddhas, but I value my ancestors. We Han people can trace our ancestors back to these two great emperors. Although we and the Mongolian barbarians are the same people, But the ancestors are completely different.”
"With my abilities, Wu Nian, if I submit to the Meng Yuan people, I will be granted the title of marquis and general, and I will be rich and powerful."
"But I despise wealth and honor as dung, and regard princes and titles as nothing."
"I am just like you. I am a descendant of Yanhan."
"I'm very proud and very proud."
"Now. We are surrounded by the Meng Yuan people. I will lead you to break out of the siege. Follow me and bow to your ancestors. Under the blessing of your ancestors, we will definitely be able to break out of the siege."
Immediately, Wu Nian knelt down to the east and knelt three times on the spiritual thrones of Emperors Yan and Huang, slowly and solemnly.
Wu Nian doesn't know etiquette and doesn't need etiquette, as long as he is sincere. What he worships is not Emperor Yan and Huang, but his ancestors, but the [benevolence and righteousness] in his heart.
After listening to Wu Nian's energetic words, the soldiers and civilians were either excited or confused. However, under the grand momentum, they either took the initiative or passively followed Wu Nian to kneel down and worship the souls of Emperors Yan and Huang.
"Please protect us, the two great emperors, and let us fight our way out of the siege."
"Please protect us, the two great emperors, regain Liaodong and expel the Tartars."
"Please, the two great emperors, bless our whole family to escape and become rich and prosperous."
After the three prayers, Wu Nian stood up, pulled out the steel knife from his waist, cut off a leg of mutton without any scruples, and started biting it.
Wu Nian is a man who has no taboos.
And if the ancestors really have spirits, they will not blame their descendants for eating. Wu Nian is definitely a filial son and a wise grandson.
The soldiers and civilians who bowed down were a little confused. Isn't this a bit undignified, General?
At this moment, a fire burning in the camp attracted the attention of the army and civilians. The elite soldiers and militiamen had already taken their weapons under the orders of the officers, but they did not know or caught fire.
The people were not even prepared at all, and they were all stunned.
"When a person dies, he is buried in loess. Money is just an external possession, and of course there is no need to eat. I only ordered to bring five days' worth of food."
"This battle. Either I will die with you, or we will break out of the siege." Wu Nian's voice was still loud. He threw away the half-gnawed leg of lamb in his hand, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and then shouted: " Come here. Take my horse and bring me my stallion."
"General."
A soldier came over leading Wu Nian's maroon war horse. There was a bow and quiver behind the horse. Two soldiers came over carrying Wu Nian's horse.
Wu Nian got off the simple altar, clung to the saddle with both hands, and climbed onto the horse very vigorously. He bent down and reached out to fish it up. He picked up the heavy horse pole, played with it for a while, and placed it across his back.
"The best soldiers are with me, the first step."
"The militia is commanded by Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng, and is the second level."
"The people followed, led by the pavilion chief, to the third step."
"Go down the mountain northwest. Whoever stands in the way, whether human or ghost, will be chopped to the ground by me."
"The ancestors are protecting us."
Wu Nian raised the horse in his hand with his thick right arm, roared loudly, and gently clamped the horse's belly with his feet. The maroon horse was in pain and made a "咴咴" sound. Wu Nian took the lead and headed down the mountain. And go.
Worship ancestors.
Fire burns money and food.
put all one's eggs in one basket.
Wu Nian performed this series of operations without revealing anything in advance. The military and civilians had no psychological preparation.
But at this moment, they could only follow along.
If you don’t win, you will die.
We must win! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
"The ancestors are protecting us!!!!" The elite soldiers were the first to react, roaring and striding to keep up with Wu Nian's footsteps.
Then came the militiamen led by Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng, and finally the common people.
More than 20,000 people were furious, filling the sky with dust and smoke, and headed down the mountain.
