Meng Yuan military camp.
Also doing the same preparations. Their morale is equally high, but they are not from the Mongolian and Yuan ethnic groups.
But rewards and military achievements.
The two Mongolian soldiers sat on the ground to eat together after serving a meal. Talking passionately.
"Brother. This time I am going to chop off an officer's head so that I can be promoted to captain of ten or even centurion."
"It's true. Soldiers have a hard life. It's better to be an official. Official positions, fields, women, and wealth. As long as there is war and as long as we can still wield the blade, we can have them all."
These two Mongolian soldiers were young and full of energy. The characteristics of the Mongolian and Yuan fighting nation are vividly displayed in them.
Coming out of the white water and black mountains, he has a tough and strong body, and a strong spirit to fight against the beasts.
To them.
War is a way up.
Go to war, wield a sword, reward, and achieve success in battle.
Anything can be obtained from the knife.
Meng Yuan is the master of tigers and wolves, invincible.
Meng Yuan has a strong will to fight and a high morale. But in subtle ways, it can still be seen that they are inferior to the Han army.
Old, different styles of armor.
There is no blast furnace for steelmaking in Mongolia. The steel produced every year is limited, and the armor produced is also limited.
And even with such armor, their armor coverage rate is not as good as that of the Han army.
The founding of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty was between white water and black mountains, a bitter and cold place. Their logistical supplies can be guaranteed, but the daily fuel and water cannot be guaranteed.
It's also a decisive battle.
The Meng Yuan army also pulled out all their own pigs and sheep and chopped them down, but the amount of meat was far less than that of the Han army.
The Mongolian and Yuan countries were strong but not rich.
The Han State was strong and prosperous.
Judging from this subtlety, Meng Yuan is definitely no match for the Han army.
Especially since this is Huanglong Mansion, the terrain is flat and it is the territory of the Han people.
Inside the Chinese army's tent.
Chunyuan also got up early and cleaned himself up. Wearing clothes made of silk, on his head is a traditional round iron hat of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.
Although in the eyes of Han people, this dress is barbaric.
But in the eyes of the Meng Yuan people themselves, this outfit is that of a majestic big shot.
Although Chunyuan was close to the Han people, he just wanted to borrow the power of the Han people to dominate the Central Plains. Deep down, he is still a proud Meng Yuan man.
Proud to be a Mongolian.
In daily life, you can wear Hanfu and watch opera. But at this critical moment, the aura emanating from his body was all Meng Yuan.
Chun Yuan is not good at force, but he can also make Ma Shan go to the battlefield at critical moments. But he estimated that it would be impossible for him to go to the battlefield this time.
After breakfast, Chunyuan left the tent and, surrounded by guards, came to a place in the army.
Chunyuan, like Wu Nian, built a nearly tall earthen platform, intending to sit high on the platform and take in all the battlefield conditions.
Surrounded by guards, Chunyuan walked up to the high platform step by step, and then sat down.
Chun Yuan said: "I told Wanhu. You also have to look at the opponent in a battle. Today, I can face Wu Nian. There are hundreds of thousands of troops on both sides. I know how to hunt Huanglong. It is a great honor."
"Since ancient times, how many heroes have been able to achieve such a scene?"
"And. We will win."
At the end of the speech, Chunyuan held his head high and his chest high, with a powerful momentum that is rarely seen in the world.
"Yes." The guards around him cheered up and responded loudly.
There were hundreds of thousands of troops on both sides. The camps are continuous, each covering a radius of more than ten miles. The military camps are separated by a large plain, facing each other from east to west.
The battlefield is vast enough for hundreds of thousands of people to overwhelm the enemy, which is more than enough.
It's getting light.
Wu Nian sat on the high platform, under the umbrella, and turned his head to look east. The fish belly turned white, and a gap seemed to open between heaven and earth.
As time passed, the gap grew larger and larger, and eventually it became brighter.
but.
Today is not a sunny day, but cloudy.
It rained again yesterday, and the temperature was relatively cool.
Wu Nian opened his mouth slightly, exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest, and said: "In this weather, wearing armor and fighting is barely okay."
He stood up with his hands on the armrests of the Grand Master's chair and looked down at the battlefield. After a moment, he said, "Order all the armies to get into position."
"The drums and trumpets sound."
"yes."
An Ouchi guard immediately responded loudly, turned around, quickly got off the platform, and handed down the order. Conveying military orders on horseback was slow.
After a long time, the Han army began to make movements.
"Dong dong dong!!!!"
"Woooooooooooo!!!!!!"
Strong drummers and trumpeters, sweating profusely, played the prelude to the war. Amidst the sound of drums and horns.
Under the command of their respective generals, the Han army left their respective military camps and arranged on the battlefield according to the pre-war layout.
"Feng", "Tie", "Wei", "Dragon", "Zhao", "Zhao", "Huang", "Guan", "Li", and other nine large banners, surrounded by many small ones 's flag.
It’s really a place where flags are everywhere and the momentum is great.
Although the sky is not beautiful today, the light falling on the bright armor of the Han army also emits a warm light.
Fish scale armor.
The golden scales open.
Although the Han army has nine thousand warriors, each has its own cavalry army. But mainly infantry. Feng Chong's entire cavalry force of ten thousand households is unique among all the armies.
It's hard not to attract attention.
Under the banner of "Feng".
Feng Chong was holding a sword that was eight feet long. The armor made him look like a huge iron man, sitting astride a black horse, majestic.
He looked excitedly at Wanhu, the cavalry under his command. The soldiers were silent, but the horses neighed from time to time.
Horses neighed one after another.
He looked at the friendly troops in all directions and became even more excited.
"Hahahaha. This is the big scene I want. I think back then in Chudu, I was a little person who was bullied by others. When I arrived in Liaodong, the situation changed and I turned into a dragon and started to make trouble."
"Hahahaha. It's so cool."
"Today. I, Feng Chong, will lead these crooked and female people to beat Meng Yuan to pieces and achieve a great victory for Huang Long."
"Hahaha."
In his eyes. Zhao Yanting, who is brave enough to be worthy of all men, and Zhao Mancheng, who is like a snow unicorn, are both crooked melons and cracked jujubes.
Wei Ru is just a member of the female class, not even worth mentioning.
The rest is just grass on the roadside. Only you can stand upright.
However, under his command, these crooked melons and cracked dates can also exert great power to defeat Meng Yuan and go straight to Huanglong.
Cool.
So cool.
Feng Chong was immersed in his own world, unable to extricate himself, trembling with excitement and letting out silly giggles.
The Han army moves.
The Meng Yuan army also moved accordingly.
"Dong dong dong."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Amidst the sound of drums and trumpets that were not weak to the Han army, the Mongolian and Yuan armies of nine thousand households also lined up on the battlefield.
Only the coach of both sides remained unchanged.
In the year of Wu, there were 20,000 households.
Purely 10,000 households.
