Since Wu Nian heard about the Meng Yuan Empire, he also heard about how powerful the generals of the Meng Yuan Dynasty were.
When Wu met Meng Yuan Wanhu at the beginning of the year, he was also defeated. Gradually, as his riding skills became more refined and his riding skills became more proficient, he had the capital to compete with the generals of ten thousand households.
The generals of the Ten Thousand Households of the Meng Yuan Dynasty are equal to peerless generals.
It is equal to the mainstay of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. It is powerful abroad and has high prestige at home.
Ninety thousand households reached a consensus.
No small matter.
Although the conditions were simple, Wu Canglong still had people cut down trees and built a temporary platform. He led eight people from ten thousand households to stand on the high platform.
In front of them were tens of thousands of defeated troops.
Wu Canglong's eyes glanced over the defeated army. The humiliation in his heart was like a knife, cutting into his body one by one.
The dignified Meng Yuan is an invincible warrior.
After all the mechanisms were exhausted, he still ended up like this.
shame.
What a shame.
Only Wu Nian's head can wash away this shame. Only the blood shed by the Han people in Liaodong can wash it away.
Mongolian soldiers.
Although the army was defeated, it was divided into nine tribes. Each stood behind the banner of the leading general. Some were depressed, some were frightened, and some were injured and groaned in pain.
A bereaved dog.
A bereaved dog.
All the Wanhu people clenched their fists and their eyes breathed fire. After a while, Wu Canglong said loudly: "Warriors, raise your heads and look at our faces. We are nine generals of ten thousand households."
"Invincible."
A loud shout shook the defeated soul. Meng Yuan's defeated army trembled for a moment, then couldn't help but raise his head and looked at the faces of Jiudawanhu.
Those faces were full of perseverance, and they were tall and mighty generals.
In an instant, there seemed to be a magical power that nourished their bodies and their defeated souls, allowing their empty bodies to gradually gain strength.
One by one, the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers gradually held their heads high and their chests high, with a bright light in their eyes. Their respective hands unconsciously clenched the weapons in their hands.
Watching the warrior's momentum become stronger. Wu Canglong and others looked at each other and smiled, which was funny.
The formation killed Wu Nian.
"Now. I won't talk about what happened before. Let the past go. I'll talk about what happens next. Let's discuss and form a death-defying army. Attack the Han army with determination."
"Then defeat the Han army. Just like our ancestors did. Defeat the many with less."
"Now. I don't have time to organize you. Because the fighter plane is fleeting. But I want to select you."
"First. Afraid of death. Leave now. Walk back to Mengyuan by yourself. When you reach the nearest county, you will have supplies."
"Second. Take off your armor if you're afraid of death."
"Third. I promise on behalf of the imperial court. As long as we defeat Wu Nian and kill Wu Nian. After capturing Liaodong, there is no need to massacre the city. Just use the Han people as slaves. Every soldier who follows us to launch a counterattack will get one hundred in Liaodong. acres of land. Ten families of Han people serve as slaves."
"I will share all the copper coins, gold, silver, cloth, and grain in the treasury of the five prefectures and thirty-two counties in Liaodong equally with you."
"If you lose, it's just a life."
"I won. Inexhaustible glory and wealth in my life. Ten families of Han slaves. A beautiful Han girl."
"Let's make a decision. Should we go back to Mengyuan in despair, or should we work together?"
Wu Canglong took a deep breath, his eyes widened, and he loudly and generously put the conditions on the table.
Military morale is irreversible.
Even if ten thousand households go against the morale of the army, it will be very dangerous.
Military morale can only be smooth and inspiring.
Meng Yuan had super strong combat power and average military discipline. Wu Canglong came up with the old trick, soldiers who sacrificed their lives on the battlefield were rewarded handsomely.
They rob Han people, use them as slaves, and divide their fields and houses.
And the thin skin and tender flesh of the Han girl.
A wolf fed on scraps is a dog.
A wolf fed with raw meat is a wolf.
A dog travels a thousand miles to eat shit, a wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat.
Only those who are motivated by profit can be a master of tiger and wolf. Only then can the newly defeated Meng Yuan warriors burst out with unrivaled power.
Under the command of the Nine Great Ten Thousand Households, they are invincible.
The formation beheaded the King of Han.
As Wu Canglong finished speaking, all the people in the household put their left hands on the handles of the knives at their waists, holding their heads high and their chests high, with unparalleled momentum.
The nine large households are like nine suns.
Emitting endless light and endless heat.
Do not look directly.
The breathing of the Meng Yuan soldiers immediately became rapid. Their morale immediately rose, and their blood boiled again.
Power filled their bodies.
In an instant, they were a fighting nation again.
Meng Yuan strengthened his troops.
"Yes." The Meng Yuan warriors looked up to the sky and roared in unison.
"Boom" sound. The dark clouds emitted arcs of electricity, followed by roaring sounds.
Meng Yuan's momentum is like a rainbow.
Wu Canglong and other ten thousand households looked at each other and saw satisfaction and soaring confidence in each other's eyes.
Then each of the nine thousand households stepped off the wooden platform and selected soldiers and horses from among their own troops.
Although there are many Mongolian and Yuan soldiers, their fighting spirit is burning.
But there are also some timid soldiers who cannot hold up the wall with mud.
They gathered soldiers who were afraid of death and wounded soldiers. Several injured officers were dispatched and brought back to Meng Yuan.
Nothing happened to these soldiers. But he took off their armor and gave it to the remaining soldiers to wear.
When all the sand is gone, what's left is gold.
They are soldiers filled with fighting spirit, Meng Yuan's extremely powerful warriors.
Then, they gathered back on the wooden platform to discuss. Wu Canglong stood in the north, facing the south, with majestic momentum.
The remaining ten thousand households stand on the east and west sides.
"After calculation. We now have five thousand cavalry and eighteen thousand infantry."
"Among them are four thousand heavy armored cavalry."
"Thirteen thousand heavy armored infantry."
There was a smile in Wu Canglong's eyes, he looked at the tens of thousands of households on his left and right, and said.
"Twenty-three thousand people. That's enough." Wanyanxian nodded, holding the handle of the knife tightly with his left hand.
"That's right. If you dare to die for ten thousand people, you can change the world. Not to mention more than twenty thousand people?" Hou Wancheng nodded gently, his eyes shining brightly.
"Okay. Come on. Wan Yanxian. Hou Wancheng. You two will charge forward with the cavalry."
"The rest of us will be with my infantry. Guard the cavalry on both sides."
"Nine thousand households form the strongest horse. Flying sword kills the King of Han."
Wu Canglong nodded heavily and said in a deep voice.
"Yes." Ten thousand households bent down and clasped their fists, and then got off the wooden platform together.
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo of of of of the 23,000 Mongolian and Yuan soldiers that were temporarily reorganized.
Transformed into a nine-headed tiger.
The strongest death squad.
Counterattack the Han army and kill the king of Han.
No.
With nine heads on it, they tore King Wu Nian of Han into pieces.
