The clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, but the thunder and lightning stopped.
The rain is getting heavier and the wind is getting faster and faster.
In this violent wind and heavy rain, the vultures could not move away and kept making high-pitched calls.
On the battlefield.
Twenty thousand soldiers and horses of ten thousand households were attacking each other like madmen. For them, any tactics or strategies have no meaning.
The battlefield seemed to have a kind of magic that made them devote themselves wholeheartedly to it.
There is only one purpose.
Kill any enemies you can see.
Defeat the enemy.
The Han army had the upper hand, and the defeat of the Meng Yuan Dynasty seemed to be only a matter of time. Maybe it's the next moment, maybe it's the next hour.
In the Mongolian and Yuan military camp.
Except for Junyuan on the high platform, no one else could see the whole battlefield. Therefore, without knowing it, they maintained a high fighting spirit.
On the high platform.
Chunyuan put on his armor, put on his helmet, took the Zhangba Mashan from the hand of the soldier, weighed it in his hand, and showed a look of satisfaction on his face.
Although I am old, my strength is still there.
He put his eight-foot-long horse across his back and led his soldiers step by step to the high platform. Under the high platform, the captains gathered their soldiers and looked up at Chunyuan as he walked down the high platform step by step.
Looking at Chun Yuan, the acting prince of Meng Yuan, minister of military aircraft, and general of the clan.
Although the war in Liaodong went through a series of defeats. But this does not undermine his prestige. In the Mongolian and Yuan armies, he was still the God of War.
He cannot be defeated head-on.
The Han army only relied on terrain and conspiracy to achieve a series of victories.
A head-on battle.
Wu Nian is definitely no match for our Acting Prince.
"Charge with me." After Chun Yuan got off the high platform, he turned over on his horse, his right hand continued to cross his back, and his left hand held the horse's rein. He said four simple words, reined in the horse's rein, turned the horse's head, and headed towards the camp. Go through the door.
"kill!!!!!"
Ten thousand people from Chunyuan's headquarters roared loudly and followed Chunyuan like wolves and tigers. The whole army filed out of the camp gate and headed to the south of the battlefield.
Now the armies of both sides are fighting for several miles, and the soldiers in the front are fighting in a melee. There was no point in Chunyuan leading his troops into the battlefield. He could only bypass the battlefield and invite Wu Nian to fight again.
Han army camp.
On the high platform.
Wu Nian clearly saw the movement of Chunyuan.
A particularly huge "gold" banner, surrounded by tens of thousands of people, came out of the military camp aggressively.
"Come on!" Wu Nian's left hand unconsciously pressed on the handle of the knife at his waist, and his heart was ready to move.
He had been confronting Chunyuan for more than ten years, and he had been fantasizing about cutting off Chunyuan's head for more than ten years. I even dreamed about it, and every time I woke up from the dream, I found that it was Huang Liang's dream.
Now, it's very close.
Cut off Chunyuan's head.
This obsession troubled Wu Nian's heart, but he finally let it go.
Handsome.
There will be no need to move.
Wu Nian let go of the handle of the knife with his left hand, and the trembling with excitement stopped. He turned around and looked at the Ouchi guard beside him.
The imperial guards were also very excited, looking at Wu Nian and their king.
King of Han.
Liaodong tiger.
"Lead us up, Your Majesty. Cut off Chunyuan's head, regain Liaodong, and expel the Tartars." Baihu knelt down on one knee and roared like a tiger.
let's go.
let's go.
Recover Liaodong and expel the Tartars.
Just today.
"Please, Your Majesty, lead us, cut off Chunyuan's head, regain Liaodong, and expel the Tartars." The general banner, small banners, and soldiers all knelt down and begged.
Everyone shows desire, everyone shows hatred.
The grudges of more than ten years are finally settled here.
Wu Nian said calmly: "Send the order. Let Wang Gui lead the troops to fight. I will not move."
"Your Majesty!!!!" The imperial guards were stunned for a long time, looking at Wu Nian in disbelief. Why. Why.
Chunyuan moved, why didn't the king move?
They don't think Wu Nian is timid. A timid person would not dare to start with 300 elite soldiers and fight against the soldiers of 100,000 households in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.
How can a coward lead them to destroy a country and slaughter an army, just like picking something out of a bag?
but why! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Military orders are like mountains.
Although the Ouchi guards were puzzled, even though they were unwilling. But since it is the king's order, it can only be carried out.
"Yes!!!!!!" Baihu's eyes were red, and he shed two tears of unwillingness. Then he stretched out his hand to wipe away, stood up, and walked down the high platform himself, and went down to deliver the order.
The other Ouchi guards stood up silently and endured silently.
Be patient.
it does not matter.
Even if we don't go to the battlefield. Just win.
Just win.
"It's not the time yet. When the power is exhausted, I will have no room for maneuver. I feel the danger. Chunyuan must have a backup plan."
Wu Nian looked at the unwilling faces and clenched his fists together. He was also very unwilling and his body started to tremble again, but he tried hard to calm down.
He is handsome.
It's the king.
Not just a general.
We have to coordinate the overall situation, rather than charge into battle mindlessly.
"I am the King of Han. I hold nearly ten million soldiers and civilians of Han in my hands, now and in the future. I cannot be reckless." Wu Nian thought to himself.
The huge sense of responsibility brought his sanity back, his vision regained its clarity, and the trembling of his body stopped.
He seemed to be a cold machine, continuing to stand on the high platform, overlooking the battlefield, taking in all the changes.
Handsome one.
Cold and ruthless.
General.
Passionate and reckless.
He is both handsome and a general.
When he sits in a handsome position, he is a calm person.
When he picked up the horse and charged into battle, he was a passionate person.
Now is not the time.
Inside the main camp of the Han Army.
The final strength.
The imperial guards of Wang Gui's department gathered under the high platform. Armor on the body, weapons in hand, facing the heavy rain, waiting silently.
Every Ouchi guard is like a sculpture.
They are all like stones and iron blocks.
Motionless in the heavy rain.
But their hearts are full of passion. This flame can burn all enemies to death.
Burn your enemies to death, or burn yourself to death.
A Qianhu was riding on a horse, holding a sword that was eight feet long, and raised his head to look at the sky. Then he raised his right hand and placed it on his chest.
My heart, like the sky, is full of depression.
Full of hope again.
If Huanglong is gone, Liaodong will be incomplete.
Even if they defeated Goguryeo, they would greatly expand their territory.
But we Han people in Liaodong still live in humiliation.
Like a beast trapped in this cage.
Just like this sky.
Depressed.
But after the rain, the sky clears up.
The hundred households got off the high platform, walked up to General Wang Gui in full view, knelt down on one knee, and reported: "General Wang. Your Majesty has an order. Chunyuan has attacked, and I order you to go out to fight."
Wang Gui and the whole army were in an uproar.
Wang Gui asked loudly: "Why me? Why doesn't the king personally lead the troops?"
