King of Han, the first year of Jianwu.
September twenty-eight.
Han Palace.
Inside the Jiaofang Hall.
Wu Nian is wearing the regular clothes of the King of Han Dynasty and a black gauze winged crown on his head. Coupled with his tall figure and heroic face. It is truly a gift for a king.
In front of him were brothers who were one year apart.
Wu Yu, Wu Ting.
Wu Nian's expression was very kind, and he asked about Er Zi's studies in a gentle tone. Wu Yu answered them one by one like a young adult. Wu Ting hesitated, lowering his head and looking at his toes.
Although they are siblings from the same mother.
But the two sons' personalities and intelligence are completely different.
Wu Yu was very quiet and behaved as if he were a little adult, well behaved. He looks very ordinary, but he is actually very intelligent and very good at reading.
In addition to intelligence, he also has wisdom. Good at insight.
The prince's young master praised Wu Yu as a "virtuous prince". Wu Nian often said this to Liu Xiang in private. "The prince is the one who protects the family."
Every time Liu Xiang is elated and very happy.
In comparison.
Wu Min, the eldest son of Wu Nian's concubine, was quite powerful.
And Wu Ting.
Looking at this son, Wu Nian shook his head inwardly. Lord of wealth. But the idiot son is also his own son.
Wu Nian loved Wu Ting even more and said: "San'er. I will tell the prince, the young master, to be more tolerant to you when it comes to studying. Make time to do what you like to do."
After that, he waved and let Wu Ting sit in his arms, stroking the back of his head.
"Yes." Wu Ting was very happy and nodded vigorously. Reading and stuff are the most annoying. Might as well play.
"Second son. I'm leaving soon. I'm not worried about the family. But in terms of state affairs, you are the supervisor of the state. You must listen to the words of the chief minister Liu Zhixing. Listen more, see more, and talk less. Do you understand?"
Wu Nian said to Wu Yu again.
"Yes." Wu Yu bowed and saluted, and then said: "I wish my father a great victory and a prosperous military fortune."
"Okay." Wu Nian smiled and nodded.
Wu Ting was confused and didn't know what was going on.
As the war was approaching, Wu Nian spent a lot of time with his wife and children. Especially Queen Liu Xiang and her two legitimate sons.
Late September.
morning.
In the palace hall, Wu Nian summoned the important officials of the imperial court, as well as officers from more than a hundred households in the army currently inside and outside Jiang County.
Wu Nian sat on the throne and looked at the civil and military officials in the palace. There were more than a hundred people in the hall, all in order, with their heads slightly lowered, not daring to look at Wu Nian.
Wu Nian said: "According to the plan. Send troops tomorrow."
"Except for the two generals Zhang Jin and Liu Wu, as well as the ten thousand garrison households and navy in each mansion, the other generals will all march into Huanglong Mansion."
"A total of 110,000 households of soldiers."
"And Meng Yuan has tens of thousands of soldiers. In this battle, we are evenly matched."
"On the battlefield, when we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. I believe you all understand this truth."
"yes."
All civil and military officials responded loudly. Everyone looked excited, even Zhao Mancheng, Li Yunchong, and Zhao Yanting.
"This is a real decisive battle. Credit and wealth can be obtained at your fingertips." Zhao Yanting's heart was already boiling with excitement.
Li Yunchong and Zhao Mancheng looked at each other, thinking tacitly.
"As a military general, I have no regrets in my life to be able to participate in a decisive battle of this level."
"Meng Yuan Dog. First drive you out of Liaodong, and then slaughter your kind. Avenge my whole family." Long Qie clenched his fists, and he was vicious in his heart.
With hundreds of thousands of troops, how to march is a technical task. Wu Nian immediately arranged the order of troops. After everything was explained, Wu Nian stood up and glanced at the officers present with hundreds of households and above.
Some of these faces are young, while others look old. Officers are not soldiers. Of course, soldiers need to be young and strong, and officers need prestige and commanding capabilities.
Among these hundreds or thousands of households, Wu Nian could name many people, and a few of them were very familiar with them. They were the people from Beishan Fort who raised troops together back then.
More than ten years have passed.
Many of the top soldiers back then had already become famous.
Wu Nian took a deep breath, and then said: "It's been so many years. Even if I don't say anything, I believe you are already excited."
"Descendants of Yanhan, sons of well-dressed men. I believe these words have been engraved in your bones."
"Expelling the Tartars, not to mention recovering Liaodong."
"But I think I should say a few words."
After that, Wu Nian said loudly: "Bring me my sword."
"Yes." The inner guard guarding the outside of the palace immediately responded loudly, and then hurried out. Shortly after. The Ouchi guard got the saber for Wu Nian.
From the outside, this saber looks ordinary.
A sonorous sound. Wu Nian pulled out his saber, and a cold light shone, then restrained. This knife is actually pretty mediocre.
Just a fine steel knife.
No matter how good the steel knife is, after a few cuts, chips will appear.
Since Wu Nian started his army, he has broken many good swords. This knife has been with him for the longest time.
O king.
In recent years, he has rarely used a knife to kill people on the battlefield.
"Good knife." Wu Nian raised the steel knife in his hand and gently stroked the blade, as if treating a lover, with deep affection and deep love.
Soon, the deep affection in his eyes turned into a strong murderous intent, and he raised his head again to look at the officers and generals.
"Brothers, it has been fourteen years since I started my army. How many people have died in unknown places because of me. How many people have followed me and fought for the rest of their lives without regrets."
"The enemy in this battle is very strong. Ten thousand households in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. A fighting nation."
"But I believe that I am stronger."
"I will use this sword to chop off Chunyuan's head. Seize Huanglong and use Chunyuan's head to pay tribute to the dead soldiers."
"Brothers. I also know that some people are getting comfortable now. I think that with the national strength of Han, if it doesn't work once, there will be a second time."
"But I tell you clearly. I absolutely do not want a second Northern Expedition. If I want this time, I will decide on Huanglong. If it fails, I will choose to die in Huanglong Mansion."
"Either triumph or die in battle, there is no third way."
"Brothers. Follow me and die."
After saying that, Wu Nian raised the steel sword in his hand, and his majestic voice roared like thunder in the hall, like a war drum.
The drums of war are rising and the sound of killing is heard.
"I am willing to die with the king." The officers and generals immediately became excited. They knelt down and knelt down to worship the king. They raised their heads and revealed their red cheeks full of excitement.
How can you be afraid of death if you are an elite warrior?
For Yan Han, he died with the king. It's also an honor.
"Okay. We are all good brothers." Wu Nian cheered, and then burst into laughter.
Zhao Mancheng and Li Yunchong were both shocked. They had joined the Han army for a long time, but this was the first time they encountered such a scene.
This is the Han army.
The Han army had a spirit that Goguryeo did not have.
"This is the reason why we failed. This is also the power of the hero's reign." Zhao Mancheng and Li Yunchong looked at each other and thought to themselves.
Wu Nian stopped laughing, and then said: "Since there is only life and death here, we have to talk about what happens after death. If I unfortunately die on the battlefield, what will happen to the country?"
"That's why widows have to rely on themselves."
