Yingqingfu is of course a mountainous area. But the four counties in Guangchuan Prefecture are not. Wu Nian also enjoyed the happiness of having enough food.
Jinghai County.
On the east gate of the city. Wu Nian and the prefect Lu Sheng raised their heads and looked ahead. Countless farmers were bending over and wielding sickles, sweating like rain, harvesting wheat.
The breath of happiness filled the air.
For farmers, there is nothing happier than this moment.
The autumn harvest will bring enough food.
"With half a government's land and a population of more than one million, I can raise a hundred thousand elite soldiers. Even the king of Wu and his husband are not as aggressive as me."
"But God is helping me. This year's harvest will be good, so I won't have to worry about next year's food. I will continue to expand and train our troops, conquer cities and territories, and invade like fire."
The smile on Wu Nian's face never broke. He took a breath of the sweet harvest air and turned back to Lu Sheng.
"My subordinates believe that not only this year, but next year and the year after that, the counties under the general's rule will have good harvests every year. God bless the Yanhan, expel the Tartars, and regain Liaodong."
Lu Sheng's round face, which had always been smiling in the past, revealed a look of sincerity. He cupped his fists at Wu Nian and bowed deeply to salute.
"I hope so." Wu Nian smiled and nodded.
At this moment, a soldier climbed up the city wall with a letter in his hand, came to Wu Nian's side, and whispered: "General. Secret message."
Lu Sheng cleverly held his fists and backed away a distance.
Wu Nian glanced at him, and of course he believed the magistrate he appointed. But it is true that the fewer people know about this, the better.
Wu Nian reached out and took the envelope, took out the letter paper and read it.
"Xiong Wuwo will send troops on August 29th."
"Guan Jinhan and Huang Hu attack."
After Wu Nian saw it, a sneer appeared on his face. He turned around and looked in the direction of the remaining two cities of Guangchuan Mansion.
The harvest this autumn will be sufficient. The granaries in those two county towns should also be filled with grain. Just in time, give it to my soldiers.
"Huo Zhezi." Wu Nian said.
"Yes." A soldier quickly took out the fire folder from his arms and carefully blew out a little flame. Wu Nian burned the letter to ashes.
"Master Lu. How about we have a drink?" Wu Nian was in a good mood and turned to Lu Sheng.
"How dare you refuse?" Lu Sheng said with a smile.
"Hahaha." Wu Nian laughed. The heroic laughter spread far, far away with the wind.
............
August twenty-nine.
Outside Ke County.
Xiong Wuwo gathered 50,000 horse infantry in the north of the city. Elite soldiers lined up on the bare fields after the autumn harvest, flags fluttering.
north. There stood a high platform made of wood. On the stage, the flags with the characters "Chu" and "Xiong" fluttered in the wind and made a hunting sound.
Xiong Wuwo and Wu Jing stood on the high platform. One man was wearing armor and a red cloak, looking mighty and majestic.
One person wears a black gauze on his head and an official robe, majestic and heavy.
Xiong Wuwo looked at the 50,000 soldiers in front, and said loudly with all his strength: "Brothers, Wu Nian of Beishan Fort, with the official position of a small banner, controlled 100,000 elite soldiers. He attacked the city and captured the territory, and he had the intention of rebellion."
"We are soldiers. To eat the emperor's salary is to be loyal to the emperor. Today, I will lead you to attack the rebels. First, Wu Nian's head will be beheaded under the horse, and then he will annex his army, expel the Mongolians, and conquer Liaodong."
"Brothers. Trust me and trust me with your lives. I will lead you to victory, and the road ahead will be smooth."
"Set off!!!!"
At the end of Xiong Wuwo's words, he pulled out the steel knife from his waist, raised it above his head, and roared with all his strength.
Xiong Wuwo fought with Chunyuan for many days. Under the fierce attack of six thousand households, he was able to ensure that Nanhai Mansion's victory was not lost, and he had a high prestige in the army.
"Behead Wu Nian!!!"
"Behead Wu Nian!!!"
"Behead Wu Nian!!!"
Under the leadership of the officers, the soldiers all raised their weapons and shouted with all their strength. The sound waves became louder and spread louder and louder.
"The military spirit can be used." Wu Jing looked on and couldn't help but gently stroke his beard, with a smile on his face.
It is said that Wu Nian was the Tiger of Liaodong, why am I, General Xiong, not the Bear of the Southeast?
When a bear and a tiger meet, they are evenly matched.
After a while, the roaring stopped. Under the leadership of generals from various ministries, 50,000 elite soldiers were divided into several teams, escorting grain, grass and baggage to Jiang County in the northeast.
The news that Xiong Wuwo had sent troops quickly swept through the entire Nanhai Prefecture, Guangchuan Prefecture, and Yingqing Prefecture.
Jiang County.
Fu Han General's Mansion, in the hall.
Liu Zhixing wore a black gown and sat on the main seat.
Li Yong, Wang Youxiao, Wei Ru, and Chen Jiagui sat on the left and right respectively. Everyone's expressions were serious.
Although this is the bear Wu-I fell into the trap.
But Xiong Wuwo is a strong man after all, and an infantry force of 50,000 horses is no small matter. If the trap is not strong enough, it is very likely that the bear will fail and be injured instead.
"Just in case, the people outside Jiang County are moved into the city. Wei Xiaowei. You are responsible for the city defense."
"Chen Canjun. Pay close attention to Xiong Wuwo's movements."
"Li Sima, you work with me to settle the people."
"The general is not here. We must defend Jiang County without any loss."
Liu Zhixing raised his eyes and looked at Wei Ru, Chen Jiagui and Li Yong, and said in a deep voice.
"yes."
The three of them stood up together and bowed their hands towards Liu Zhixing. Then Wei Ru and Chen Jiagui turned around and walked out of the door.
Liu Zhixing, Li Yong, and Wang Youxiao immediately left the main room and went to work.
The flying bear rushed straight towards him, murderous intent filling the sky.
Under the command of General Fuhan's Mansion, the people outside the city dragged their families into the city to escape, or went up the mountains to seek refuge with relatives.
The war is in chaos.
Wei Ru's tens of thousands of soldiers, not to mention the veterans, the new soldiers have gradually grown up after these hours of training and are worthy of a battle.
The soldiers continued to carry the defensive materials to the city wall without any panic, in an orderly manner, like a sophisticated war machine.
.............
Jinghai County.
The temporary Fuhan General's Mansion. Inside the hall.
Wu Nian was not wearing a helmet, but he was wearing armor and a golden sword. He was sitting on the master's chair, with piercing eyes and an invincible aura.
On the right is Lu Sheng, and on the left is Feng Chong.
"This battle is related to our future. Three points in Liaodong, there are too many people. Kick Xiong Wuwo out first. Then we will have a decisive battle with the Meng Yuan people."
"I'm leaving. Guangchuan Mansion will be left to you."
Wu Nian took a deep breath, stood up with his hands on the armrests, and said in a deep voice.
"Yes." Lu Sheng stood up, bent down and clasped his fists in response.
"General, don't worry. As long as I'm here, Guangchuan Mansion can't be lost." Feng Chong patted his chest and assured with a confident look.
Wu Nian glanced at him, nodded and said, "You do the work. I'm at ease."
Feng Chong was immediately delighted.
The soldier handed the helmet to Wu Nian. Wu Nian reached out to take it and put it on. He held the handle of the knife at his waist with his left hand and strode out of the hall.
Surrounded by dozens of soldiers, he galloped to the north gate. The horse infantry troops of three thousand households were united and headed north according to the plan.
This battle. Wu Nian is the bait.
