The ability of a military general cannot be calculated solely by force. Those who are simply outstanding in force can only be regarded as warriors. Of course a good warrior is rare.
But what Wu Nian hoped for more was a general who could command this heavy armored cavalry.
Wu Nian did not leave the camp, and of course he did not interfere with Feng Chong's training as agreed.
He just watched like this. After watching for half a month, he felt relieved and left the camp, returning to Beishan Castle.
Feng Chong is a proud, even arrogant person.
He led his troops very strictly, but not cruelly. His training volume is huge, but he has a degree. It is to train elite soldiers, not to train disabled soldiers.
Not only did he train soldiers, he also trained with the soldiers himself. He ate and lived with the soldiers.
Therefore, the soldiers had no complaints and instead trained harder.
Wu Nian was right. If this heavy armored cavalry is given to those hundreds of households for training, the final result may not be very good.
But leave it to Feng Chong to train and command, and they will definitely become a heavy armored cavalry capable of conquering the world.
The future is promising.
With the addition of Feng Chong, Wu Nian's last shortcoming was also made up for.
Heavy armor and heavy axe.
Divine Arm Bow Camp.
Heavy armored cavalry.
Under the leadership of the captain and Qianhu, the elite soldiers of each department trained extremely hard. Liu Zhixing acted as the boss behind the scenes, constantly mobilizing rice and meat as their backing.
Wu Nian suddenly expanded his army to twenty-two thousand households, making great strides forward. But there was no danger, and the walk was extremely smooth.
Time passes slowly, summer passes and autumn comes.
The crops outside Beishan Fort are already golden, and the heavy ears are bent. This year's Liaodong has already had a bumper harvest nailed on the iron plate.
In the morning, the wind is sunny and sunny.
On the north city gate.
Wu Nian was wearing an ordinary purple brocade robe, and his hair was tied with a ribbon of the same color. He stood with his chest raised and his abdomen drawn in, his left hand pressed on the handle of the knife, and he looked forward.
Surrounded by soldiers wearing battle coats and standing with swords in hand.
Wu Nian turned his head and looked at the golden fields in front of him, with a smile full of joy on his face.
The autumn harvest will provide enough food and elite soldiers.
"My body and my heart are already ready to move." Wu Nian's left hand clenched the handle of the knife at his waist, loosening it and holding it again, like a bloodthirsty beast that couldn't wait any longer.
The battle against the Mongols.
From three hundred elite soldiers at the beginning, there are now twenty-two elite soldiers from one thousand households.
From the original Beishan Fort to the current Jiubao land, there are hundreds of mountain villages.
The general shogunate supporting the Han Dynasty, supported by Liu Zhixing and Li Yong, coordinated the overall situation.
There are Feng Chong, Zhang Jin, Long Qie, Liu Wu, Tieniu, Wei Ru, Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng as the leading generals.
He shouldn't just stay in the mountains and linger. It's time to break out of the mountains and create a bright future.
Wu Nian suddenly turned around and walked down the stone steps down the city wall. The soldiers moved accordingly, and guards surrounded Wu Nian.
The people walking on the street stopped one after another, separated on both sides, and bowed slightly to salute Wu Nian.
A year has passed.
Although the people's life was not very good due to food shortages. But no one went hungry. The crops outside the city are destined to have a bumper harvest this year.
The joy on the faces of the people is also visible to the naked eye.
Wu Nian nodded gently from time to time and responded to the people. soon. He came to the Fuhan General's Mansion and found Liu Zhixing who was working.
"General, wait a minute. I still have some official documents to deal with." Liu Zhizhi was buried in his desk handling official duties. He raised his head when he heard the noise, then lowered his head again.
Wu Nian nodded and sat down on the Taishi's chair beside him, and asked someone to make tea. When the soldiers came in with two cups of tea, Liu Zhixing also finished handling his official duties.
He stood up and walked to the Taishi chair next to Wu Nian and sat down. The two of them drank tea across the coffee table.
"General, what's the matter?" Liu Zhixing first picked up the lid, blew on it, then took a few sips of tea, raised his head and asked.
"Let's discuss sending troops." Wu Nian said straightforwardly.
Liu Zhixing paused for a moment, then put down the tea cup lightly. He raised his head and said seriously: "General. I thought we had to wait for Xiong Wuwo to take action first, and then we would wait for the opportunity."
"Now that the general is so powerful, he will definitely be moved."
"It can be seen from the fact that he has always been in contact with Long Qie and gave him a lot of salt."
After Wu Nian heard this, he became restless. He stood up and paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, and said: "Given the situation in the Chu State's court, I don't know how long Xiong Wu will have to delay before taking action. And the Meng Yuan people are also slowly recovering."
"Time waits for us not."
"Besides, don't forget Zhixing. We still have a trump card in our hands." At this point, Wu Nian stopped and looked at Liu Zhixing with a meaningful expression.
The killer weapon.
Of course it was the spy sent by Zhang Bu to Beishan Fort.
Liu Zhixing has been training this spy, promoting him and slowly climbing to the top.
As long as it is used well, this spy can have a decisive effect.
Hungry and thirsty.
Bloodthirsty.
Liu Zhixing felt hunger, thirst and bloodlust from Wu Nian, and knew that Wu Nian now seemed like a wild beast.
Eager to tear the Meng Yuan people into pieces.
This is certainly a good thing.
One general is brave, and the three armies are strong.
As a military soul, as a general. Wu Nian always maintained his original intention, regaining Liaodong and expelling the Tartars.
His eyes were firm and his heart was rock solid.
The people surrounding Wu Nian were also working towards this goal, forgetting to eat and sleep, and resolutely followed Wu Nian forward.
Finally, we have reached this point.
They now have twenty-two elite soldiers from a thousand families and have enough food. They want to get out of the mountains and fight head-on with thousands of households in the Meng Yuan Dynasty.
Which one of them is not passionate? Eager to drive the Mongols out of Liaodong?
But when things get tough, you should be more cautious.
"Wait a minute. By the way, let Chen Jiagui send spies out to find out whether the Chu country has good weather this year. If the Chu country has good weather this year, it will also be a bumper harvest. Then Xiong Wuwo will definitely attack."
"He has tens of thousands of elite soldiers, and he has generals to support him."
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you succeed in one battle, you will immediately become famous in history."
"Maybe he is more anxious than you, general."
Liu Zhixing showed amazing calmness and said in a deep voice.
An enterprising commander and a calm and wise general manager.
The boiling blood in Wu Nian's body gradually calmed down. He came to the Taishi's chair and sat down again. After taking a few sips of tea, he nodded and said, "Okay."
"Then just wait a little longer."
Liu Zhixing smiled, then raised the tea cup and said to Wu Nian: "General, don't worry. We will definitely win."
"I firmly believe it." Wu Nian also raised the tea cup and said firmly.
With a "ding" sound, the two touched the tea cups and drank the tea together.
The arrow is on the string.
All I owe is the east wind.
