On the city wall.
fell into deathly silence.
Lu Yanxun and other Han soldiers held their heads high and looked at their masters with excitement and pride. Qi Min, Dolbo and others were stunned.
Although they hope that Zhang Zhen can win.
If Zhang Zhen doesn't win, they will collapse.
But when Zhang Zhen actually won, they found it incredible.
Mongolian Yuan Qianfu.
Imperial warrior sequence.
Zhu Changsong was originally unknown in the east, but he killed Sushun Houhauge with one move. Just built a strong profile.
As a result, the nephew of the King of Han was so young that he could even be said to be.
Zhang Zhen, the "little brat with no hair", was killed cleanly.
The Meng Yuan people are powerful, really too powerful.
No wonder the Mongolian people, who were also tribes from the White Water and Black Mountains, were able to establish the Mongolian Empire and rule all the tribes in the northeast.
At that time, their ancestors were forced to sign a city alliance with the Mongolian people, and they were exploited by the Mongolian people for many years.
Not unjust.
Not unfair.
But the Han people are not weak either. No, the Han people are now more powerful than the Mongolian people.
Among the eastern tribes, there are also some memories, or some things burned into the genes, that have been passed down.
During the Han and Tang Dynasties, the heavenly soldiers of the Celestial Empire swept across the barbarians.
Wei Qing, Huo Qubing.
Although thousands of years have passed, the glory of the Han and Tang Dynasties still exists.
Now the flag of Yanhan has been carried up by the King of Han.
Qi Min and other tribal leaders looked at each other. The morale that had just been on the verge of collapse was once again gathered together, and it was unprecedentedly powerful.
The Meng Yuan people exploited them too fiercely, the Meng Yuan people who went to the special code.
Embrace the King of Han, follow the footsteps of the King of Han, and destroy the Meng Yuan people.
Dolbo's mood was complicated. Not only was he glad that his life could be saved, but he was also sad to know that the position of Sushun Hou was no longer for him.
Lu Yanxun was not stunned and shouted: "Go down, ten of us. Help me bring back the bodies, horses, and weapons of the Meng Yuan people."
There was no time to remove the armor on the battlefield, so the body had to be brought back.
"yes."
A small flag officer responded first, greeted his subordinates excitedly, got off the city wall and exited the city gate.
Qi Min also reacted and wanted to send troops to attack the Meng Yuan military camp. But remembering Zhang Zhen's order to Jin Tie to organize and obey thousands of households, he endured it.
Unless he has a brain convulsion, he will challenge Zhang Zhen's authority.
The city gate. Jin Tie organized five soldiers to subdue thousands of households and got ready to go. Putting aside gold and iron for the time being, the morale of the five thousand soldiers was low.
Their leader had just been killed.
They didn't have enough armor, heavy siege engines.
There is not enough training, and there is no military discipline.
To put it simply, it is a mob.
Not to mention low morale, it's already pretty good without collapse.
When they learned that Zhang Zhen had won, they all felt incredible. His eyes widened and he looked towards the city gate.
When Zhang Zhen returned with the heads of Zhu Changsong and Hauge. The morale of the Sushun soldiers has increased visibly.
"My sons. I have avenged the former lord. According to the tradition of Sushun. Now I am the lord of Sushun. This is the head of Zhu Changsong. In my eyes, the Meng Yuan people are nothing. Even they have no How can I be stronger than you. Just let me train you and arm you. You are also the masters of tigers and wolves."
Zhang Zhen spoke loudly to thousands of households in Sushun using his jerky Mongolian dialect. After a pause, he said again: "Sons."
"The Mongols are exploiting us Sushun people. Let us provide beautiful women for their powerful men to enjoy. Provide capable men to send to the battlefield."
"There are countless amounts of gold, silver, pearls, ginseng, and fur every year. So much so that even your own children can't feed them, so you have no choice but to throw them away in the wild and let jackals take them away."
"It's time to resist. Gather around me, respond to the banner of the [Big Han], follow me to fight out of the city, and break through the Meng Yuan camp outside the city."
"kill!!!"
After saying that, Zhang Zhen's face turned red, veins popped out on his forehead, and his violent roar reached the top of the clouds. He turned his horse's head, raised the horse's spear in his hand, and rushed out of the city gate first.
"kill!!!!!"
Lu Yanxun and other Han soldiers gathered around Zhang Zhen and rushed out of the city gate with Zhang Zhen surrounded.
Five thousands of Sushun warriors also roared, carrying crude ladders, and rushed out with Zhang Zhen.
Big man, big man, big man.
Although I cannot be a Han Chinese in this life, being a vassal of the Han people is definitely better than being a vassal of the Mongolian people.
Kill, kill, kill.
simply put.
The glory of Han and Tang Dynasties.
The King of Han has a solid record. Coupled with Zhang Zhen's extraordinary martial arts skills displayed in front of them. Let the soldiers of thousands of households have become.
"Spiritual Han Chinese".
Although he has no Han ancestry, he firmly stands on the side of the Han people.
The barbarians admire the strong, vividly.
This powerful spiritual power is matched with their physical fitness, which is the same as that of the Mengyuan people. A tribe living between white water and black mountains.
Under the cruel law of survival of the strong and elimination of the old and the weak, he is a natural-born warrior.
The power exerted is unparalleled.
if only.
As long as Zhang Zhen is given enough time, he can integrate his troops and compete with the same number of Mongolian and Yuan soldiers.
And now. Zhang Zhen wanted to lead these five thousand-household soldiers to capture a Mongolian and Yuan camp guarded by a thousand-man captain.
In the Mongolian and Yuan military camp.
After the ten centurions learned the news, they immediately gathered in the big tent.
Everyone looked ugly.
"There are tens of thousands of them. Now that their morale is high, they will definitely attack us violently. All the great men died in the battle. We are leaderless, so we might as well abandon the camp and retreat."
One centurion suggested.
But the other centurions looked at him contemptuously. A centurion with a scarred face said: "Without the commander, we will not be the organic soldiers of the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties."
"Although the death of the captain affects morale, it does not affect our operations. I propose. We elect a new captain and refuse to defend the camp and wait for reinforcements."
"good."
"agree."
The scar-faced centurion's proposal was quickly agreed to by the other centurions. And quickly elected a commander to prepare for battle.
Even though the Battle of Liaodong had weakened the Meng Yuan people.
But the Mongolian people have a martial tradition and a strong army's hematopoietic ability. Thousands of households died in battle, and thousands of men came forward. The captain of thousands is killed in battle, enter the captain of centurions.
This terrifying fighting nation cannot be underestimated.
And they have a lot of armor and jackets. In comparison, Zhang Zhen's Sushun Ten Thousand Households are just a ragtag group of people.
This battle.
Zhang Zhen must win.
From the corpses of the Mongolian Yuan soldiers, they stripped off their armor, collected sophisticated weapons, and then fought to the death with Wanhu Tianyuan of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.
