"The Yan Han will win!!!!"
When the sparks of fire set off the prairie fire with great momentum, when the roaring sound was like the heaven and earth falling apart, rolling in from the south.
The tens of thousands of Mongolian and Yuan and Han soldiers who were holding torches and fighting at night were in chaos.
Can't tell.
It's impossible to judge at all.
There are torches all over the mountains and plains, roaring majesticly, as if there are ten thousand people, or one hundred thousand people.
How many people are there?
If it were during the day, the Meng Yuan soldiers would definitely not be in chaos. Even if there were really 100,000 people, under the command of four ten thousand households, they would still be confident that they could fight and retreat, and retreat calmly.
The reputation of the Liaodong Tigers gradually gained popularity.
They dare not brag to Haikou now, saying that 10,000 people can defeat Wu Nian's army of 100,000 people.
When there is chaos in the army, that is when the war ends. Under such circumstances, fighting an unknown number of enemy troops was a recipe for death.
Under the banner of "Wanyan". Wanyanxian, who was already confident of winning, suddenly stood up, raised his head and stared southward, his face extremely ugly.
Wu Nian only had one breath left, but it was this breath that kept him going. Finally, finally.
This guy really can't be beaten to death.
Wan Yanxian kicked the small bench out with a flying kick.
With a "bump", the small bench fell to the ground and rolled around a few times. Except for being stained with mud, there was nothing wrong with it.
It was as if he was mocking Wan Yanxian.
"Retreat." No matter how unwilling Wan Yanxian was, he could only grit his teeth and shout loudly, then got on his horse, led his soldiers, and headed down the mountain.
“Ding ding ding!!!”
The rapid sound of gold and iron sounded, and the thousands of Han households and Mongolian soldiers of the Wanyan tribe who had fallen into chaos all retreated like a tide, heading north under the command of the officers.
At the same time, Jin Ruiyun, Jin Huanshan, and Puguli also made this decision unanimously. The offensives coming from all directions, southeast, northwest and all directions, immediately dissipated.
Inside four fortifications.
The soldiers and civilians, who had reached their limit, sat down in great joy. Some people shed tears, some were panting, and some simply closed their eyes, lay on the ground, and fell asleep in just a second.
Its daybreak!
We can feel at ease.
We can go to Beishan Fort together.
Some soldiers and civilians who still had energy spontaneously began to treat their own wounded. Some wounded soldiers could have survived if they had received medical treatment.
But because of the Mongolian offensive, no one was able to treat the wounded soldiers, so they died like this.
Now that the war is over, wounded soldiers who can be rescued must not be allowed to die.
Never allowed.
Under the banner of "Wu".
Wu Nian stood with his chest straight and his back straight, like a javelin, with a smile on his face.
"General." Wang Gui stepped up the steps, walked up from the wooden platform, and said to Wu Nian with a joyful look on his face.
"Yes. We won. We came back with the soldiers and civilians."
"This battle. This time four Mongolian families besieged our Beishan Fort. Not only did we hold on, but we also grew in strength."
"Brother. We all worked hard."
Wu Nian exhaled, then opened his arms and gave Wang Gui a big bear hug.
Joyful, touched and proud.
All kinds of emotions intertwined in Wu Nian's heart, making Tie Han melt.
It started with four Mongolian Yuan households commanding about 40,000 Mongolian soldiers and besieging Beishan Fort. When they went on an expedition, they reached four Mongolian and Yuan households and were besieged by 60,000 to 70,000 troops.
All the hardships involved.
It’s not easy along the way.
But along the way, I had no regrets.
no more chance.
Never again will there be such a difficult war.
After this battle, the strength of Beishan Fort increased greatly. As long as he is given a little time, Beishan Fort's soldiers can be greatly expanded.
If four thousand Mongolian and Yuan households, 60,000 to 70,000 Han and Mongolian Yuan soldiers besiege Beishan Fort again.
Then Wu Nian will have to fight them.
And this is already the limit of the Meng Yuan people, and it is impossible for them to send more Wanhu. The Chu soldiers at Shanhaiguan in the south and the Goguryeo army in the east were both great threats.
Liaodong is a large country and is surrounded by enemies on both sides.
It was impossible for the Meng Yuan people to use all their forces to fight him.
Wang Gui was also very excited.
The words "Brother, we have all worked hard." made Wang Gui's eyes red and he shed tears.
"Yes. We have all worked hard, General." Wang Gui hugged Wu Nian. The two strong men hugged each other passionately.
There were still some Wu Nian's soldiers around. Seeing this scene, they didn't feel it was against the law.
This is brotherhood.
This is a man's way of sharing joy and emotion.
It was a hard-earned win.
Wu Nian and Wang Gui hugged each other for a while and then separated. When Wu Nian let go of Wang Gui, although there was still some emotion on his face, he had calmed down.
"Brother, you and Zhang Sheng organize a group of people to search for the wounded soldiers all over the mountains and plains. Ask about their identities first. If they are soldiers from the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, they will be killed without mercy. If they are soldiers from thousands of households of the Han people."
Having said this, Wu Nian paused, and then sighed: "Rescue them and take them back to Beishan Fort."
"yes."
Wang Gui responded loudly, full of energy. It was as if all the power had been restored and had returned. He turned around, strode off the wooden platform like a dragon and a tiger, and plunged into the darkness.
finally. finally.
It's over.
After recovering from a serious illness, he fought with Wan Yanxian again and was injured on his head. I stood there again for who knows how long. Wu Nian finally couldn't hold on any longer.
With a "touch", Wu Nian slowly bent his knees, and finally sat cross-legged on the ground.
Wu Nian raised his head and looked at the night sky, which was completely dark.
"Hahahaha!!!" Wu Nian laughed and simply leaned back, then lay heavily on the ground.
Wu Nian just maintained this posture, this free posture.
After a long time, a soldier bent down under the wooden platform and reported: "General. Colonel Tieniu, Colonel Wei Ru, and Colonel Liu Wu are here."
"Let them come up." Wu Nian remained motionless, just opening and closing his mouth.
"yes."
The soldier responded, turned around and went down. Shortly after. Tieniu, Wei Ru, and Liu Wu came up from under the wooden platform in neat clothes.
They were planning to salute, but were stunned when they saw Wu Nian's gesture.
"I'm tired. I don't want to get up. Do you mind if I talk to you like this?" Wu Nian asked with a smile.
Tieniu, Liu Wu, and Wei Ru all felt sore in their noses. Are all tough men like this? The hardships involved in this journey are probably beyond their imagination.
"Brother Wu. Just pose in whatever pose you want." Wei Ru came to Wu Nian's side, sat down cross-legged, and looked at Wu Nian's cheeks, revealing a rare tenderness.
In fact, it was so dark that she couldn't see Wu Nian's face clearly.
"How many people did you bring?" Wu Nian asked.
