Tian Yuan quickly advanced his troops, reached the foot of Sushun City within two days, and set up camps in four directions.
evening.
In the city, in the main hall of Sushun Hou Mansion.
Zhang Zhen held a military meeting, and the generals, Qianhu, and Jin Tie were all present.
With the help of Hauge's confidant, Jin Tie. Zhang Zhen's plan has been implemented very smoothly. Currently, the soldiers and horses of three thousand households have more or less the appearance of a regular army.
Zhang Zhen was sitting on the main seat with a majestic demeanor, and Wu Nian's shadow could be vaguely seen.
Thousand households are more or less frightened. Qi Min held the handle of the knife at his waist with his left hand and looked a little nervous.
Zhang Zhen saw it in his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Tian Yuan has surrounded us on all sides. It's already late today. But tomorrow he will launch a fierce attack."
"If the city is broken, we will definitely be killed by him unless we go to heaven and earth."
After Zhang Zhen finished speaking, the atmosphere at the scene became more and more frightening.
Qi Min frowned. People were uneasy now. Why did they say these depressing words before the war?
Zhang Zhen changed the subject and said in a majestic voice: "But Tian Yuan thinks too highly of himself. Is Meng Yuan Wanhu invincible? Is he immortal? My uncle killed two Meng Yuan Wanhu and defeated them. I don’t know how many there are.”
"Of course I dare not compare with my uncle. But now we have three thousand households and occupy the city. Tian Yuan only has the strength of nine thousand households."
"As long as you believe in me and maintain military discipline, there will be no problem in defending the city."
The majestic and passionate voice, coupled with the example of Wu Nian, King of Han, is right in front of you. The panic of the thousands of households dissipated and they became excited.
Qimin's expression softened and he nodded slightly. He looked at Zhang Zhen with eyes full of admiration. He was really a great general, much better than Hauge.
Soon after, the thousands of households dispersed.
Zhang Zhen, Lu Yanxun, Qi Min, and Jin Tie stayed.
"The next situation will be very dangerous. Strategically, we should despise the enemy, but tactically we should pay attention to the enemy. Let's discuss the details of defending the city and make sure it is perfect."
Zhang Zhen's face became solemn, and he looked at the three people and said in a deep voice.
"yes."
The three of them responded in unison.
Then everyone took out the city defense map and discussed it.
This discussion lasted until late at night. Zhang Zhen didn't even take a hot shower, so he hurriedly got into bed and covered himself with the quilt.
But he couldn't sleep for a while and tossed and turned.
A general of ten thousand households in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.
It was like a mountain peak lying in front of him. It gave him both fear and a desire to overcome.
"Zhang Zhen. Don't worry. You are very strong. Everything has been laid out. As long as you don't make mistakes, you will not lose. If you can defeat Wanhu, or kill Wanhu."
"Then you are a true general."
Zhang Zhen encouraged himself in his heart.
Early the next morning. Zhang Zhen got up with two obvious dark circles under his eyes. After breakfast, he put on his armor and took his own soldiers with him to inspect the four city walls.
But before he went out, he received news of the Mongolian attack. So he gave up the idea of patrolling the four walls and stayed in the Sushun Marquis Mansion.
Lu Yanxun wore heavy armor and brought his own soldiers to personally guard the west wall.
He and Zhang Zhen are as close as brothers, and they are also in charge of tens of thousands of soldiers and horses. So he divided some of the only 100 Han soldiers into his own soldiers.
Lu Yanxun raised his head and looked forward. A face showed excitement.
He was not yet twenty, and although he pretended to be mature, he could not hide his childishness. He pretended to be Wu Nian's adopted son and reluctantly took the position of general of ten thousand households.
But once he sat in this position, he really climbed up. In just two or three days, he relied on his own soldiers and the help of Jin Tie to successfully control the army and establish his personal prestige.
In terms of martial prowess, he cannot compare to Zhang Zhen. But when it comes to the ability to command troops, he is much better than Zhang Zhen.
Almost ten years.
It's been ten years.
I, Lu Yanxun, read military books and practiced martial arts day after day, and finally I am where I am today. Lu Yanxun looked forward, feeling extremely excited.
Scenes from that year were constantly replayed in his mind.
A Han beggar who was kidnapped by the Mongolians and brought to Mongolia. Under the guidance of his loving mother, he never forgot his identity as a Han.
Encountered the general Fu Han who invaded the Mongolian and Yuan mainland.
Although he falsely claimed to be Wu Nian's adopted son, he was indeed raised by Wu Nian.
Wu Nian ensured that he would have no worries about food, clothing, housing and transportation.
And cultivate him to become a talent.
"The kindness of raising people, the kindness of knowing and encountering. Even if you sacrifice yourself to become a benevolent person, you can't repay the kindness. Only by commanding the troops and horses, winning consecutive battles, assisting the king to defeat Meng Yuan, and taking over the Central Plains, can you repay."
"Lu Yanxun, you have to work hard."
Lu Yanxun secretly encouraged himself in his heart.
"Brothers, please stay away and don't rush to die. We have few Han soldiers, and I need you to control thousands of barbarian households."
Lu Yanxun turned around and spoke in Chudu Mandarin to the soldiers beside him.
"Yes." The soldiers were all ready to kill the enemy with their swords and commit suicide. They were very disappointed when they heard this, but they all responded without hesitation.
Military orders are like mountains.
Whatever the general says is whatever it is.
Under the city.
The Mongolian soldiers pulled out siege vehicles one after another and arranged them neatly. Amid the shouting of drums and horns, they charged towards Sushun City.
"The general has an order. Attack Sushun and then massacre the city. You can plunder the treasures and women in the city. Kill!!!!!!"
The captains and centurions pulled out the steel swords from their waists, raised their heads and roared.
"kill!!!!!!!"
With just this gentle provocation, the Meng Yuan soldiers became excited, like bulls in heat, rushing to attack Sushun City.
The Mongolian Yuan people are a fighting nation.
War and plunder were their culture.
As long as they have merit in battle, a small soldier can become a captain of ten, a hundred, or a thousand. As long as he is strong enough, he can even become a general of ten thousand households.
In addition to official positions, the benefits brought by the war are their driving force.
The Mongolian Yuan Dynasty was vast and there were fertile fields. But can you make a fortune with a hoe?
Only through war and plunder can one make a fortune.
As the saying goes.
If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger's cubs?
An understatement of massacre.
The Meng Yuan soldiers were so excited that they went crazy.
It is rare for an opponent's strong soldiers to exude a tyrannical aura. Like a violent storm, it attacked Sushun City first.
For a while.
The tens of thousands of soldiers surrounding Lu Yanxun were like women and children in a thunderstorm. Nervous, frightened, panicked.
The people from the eastern tribes hate the Mongolians and are naturally good soldiers.
But under the momentum of the Meng Yuan soldiers, fear overwhelmed hatred.
And they don’t have a culture of war and plunder.
Lu Yanxun felt it, but he didn't feel any fear. He stuck out his tongue, licked his lips lightly, and smiled excitedly.
"Is this the oppressive power of Meng Yuan's Ten Thousand Households?"
"It's so strong."
