Be it wild animals, be it bears or tigers.

People with good physical strength also have strong lungs. People from both sides of the enemy who were still fighting were attracted by Wu Nian's roar.

In full view of everyone, Wu Nian bent down and grabbed Zhu Erha's hair, lifted the still bleeding head, raised it to the sky, and shouted: "I have killed Zhu Erha."

The elite soldiers under Wu Nian were quiet for a while. Although Wu Nian killed a thousand commanders in the last battle, after all, only a few people were seen.

Today, many people saw this scene with their own eyes for the first time and were extremely shocked.

Zhang Jin, Liu Wu, and Tieniu reacted quickly enough. They inhaled, exhaled, and shouted.

"mighty!!!"

The elite soldiers reacted quickly.

"Mighty! Mighty!!"

They temporarily forgot about this fight, their blood boiled in their bodies, and something in their hearts was broken.

There was a "click" sound, like the sound of a bowl breaking.

This is God broken.

The invincible [god] of the Meng Yuan people in their hearts.

Broken.

"Kill them all!!!" Wu Nian threw away the disgusting head, raised his head, and said every word.

"Kill!!!!" The morale of the three hundred elite soldiers shot straight into the sky and penetrated Doufu. The sound of killing was like thunder, like war drums. Three hundred people, three hundred war drums.

The drums vibrated and roared incessantly.

Three hundred elite soldiers rushed forward with howls, and the wolves moved forward with unparalleled ferocity.

The Mongolian soldiers were indeed weak for a moment after their general died in battle, but at the next moment, under the organization of their officers, they actually launched a resistance and even tried to break out of the encirclement.

"Wu Nian will not let us live."

"Fight out, there's still hope."

A Mongolian and Yuan officer howled and led the Mongolian soldiers to break through. Of course, there was a splash of resistance, which was quickly drowned.

Wu Nian, Zhang Jin, Liu Wu, and Tieniu were like four sharp knives, inserted into the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers, and then smashed them to pieces.

After a while, there were no more Meng Yuan warriors standing on the scene. The elite soldiers, who were still not satisfied, opened their blood-red eyes and looked for the Meng Yuan warriors who were still breathing on the battlefield to perform last-ditch attacks.

Wu Nian opened his feet, moved his heavy body, and came to Zhu Youliang amidst the crisp sound of iron pieces colliding.

This Han man is still alive, sitting on the ground and peeing.

"No, kill me, don't..." Zhu Youliang shook his head desperately and looked at Wu Nian in fear.

How could he be as energetic as he was a few days ago, using his "tongue like a reverberant tongue"?

When a scholar encounters a soldier, death a hundred times is not enough.

"Farewell." Wu Nian said coldly, swung the steel knife in his hand to the right, and the head flew up and down. After rolling a few times, it stopped moving.

Wu Nian bent down and wiped the blood on Zhu Youliang's body with the steel knife in his hand. He waited until it was as bright as new before sheathing the knife.

Zhang Jin, Liu Wu, and Tieniu came to Wu Nian and bowed their heads slightly to show respect.

Among the three, Zhang Jin's Ma Shan ability is superior to Wu Nian's. I don't know about his sword skills, having never competed against him.

But Zhang Jin knows that no matter how strong he is, he is only a warrior, not a leader. Their small group can do without him, as well as Liu Wu and Tieniu.

But if Wu Nian is missing, it will collapse.

Wu Nian is the head, soul and will.

"Liu Wu. Lead your troops to search the battlefield. Rescue supplies that have not been burned, collect weapons, armor, and corpses, and carry out last-ditch attacks on the Meng Yuan people."

Wu Nian let out a breath, turned to look at Liu Wu, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes." Liu Wu clasped his fists and bent down, and responded loudly. He immediately shouted, "My brother, follow me." With a crash, one third of the elite soldiers disappeared immediately.

"Zhang Jin, take your people and send the wounded soldiers to the city for resettlement. Send someone to ask my wife, Wang, for treatment."

Wu Nian turned to look at Zhang Jin and this time directly called his name.

"Yes." Zhang Jin also clasped his fists with a bang and led the people down.

Wu Nian looked up at the sky and said to Tieniu: "Tieniu. Send people to the castle and have them bury pots to make rice. Take out all the wine and meat and reward the whole army."

"It's almost dawn. When it's dawn, bring out all the military households and refugees. I have to do something."

"Yes." Tieniu responded loudly. However, he left a team of elite soldiers to protect Wu Nian's safety and left with the rest.

Amid the flames soaring into the sky, on the ground paved with corpses and blood, a soldier brought a small bench and bent down to ask Wu Nian to sit down.

Wu Nian sat down, and the blood on his armor dripped onto the ground along with the gaps between its iron plates.

At this moment, Wu Nian seemed to be a sculpture and a god of war.

No matter what the process was, the result was that he won.

The one who can win is the God of War.

The elite soldiers surrounding him, carrying corpses and wounded soldiers, raised their heads from time to time and looked at Wu Nian, their eyes full of respect.

The gods of the Meng Yuan people were shattered, and a new god slowly rose in the hearts of the elite soldiers.

This is what is called a famous general.

The leader of an army is like a banner and a god. The soldiers believe in him, respect him, and trust him to lead them to victory.

Otherwise, no matter how great the general is and how prominent his status is, he cannot be called a famous general.

Wu Nian's mood was very heavy.

A victory is worth being happy, cheering, and jumping for joy. But if you are immersed in this victory, you will definitely fail in the next war.

War has broken out.

The war between the Mongols and the Han people was truly over when one side's backbone was broken.

Now in the land of Liaodong, the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties are kings. Ten thousand Mongolian and Yuan households are entrenched in the five prefectures and thirty-two counties, and ten Han households are also established.

Among them were Liaodong powerful men like Zhang Bu.

Jin Huanshan is not a weakling. He is not only a member of the Mongolian and Yuan royal family, but also a strong military commander.

He may not come to Beishan Castle in person.

A small Beishan fort does not seem worthy of a Mongolian and Yuan Dynasty general with ten thousand households to personally go on an expedition.

But his revenge will come quickly and violently. This time there will be no such thing as showing weakness, only a bloody battle.

A head-to-head bloody battle.

If he fails, Beishan Fort will be gone. Twenty thousand refugees, three hundred elite soldiers, one thousand militiamen, and the supplies he has accumulated for a long time will be wiped out.

He could not gain a foothold in Liaodong. He could only escape southward like a lost dog. Either go through Shanhaiguan or cross the sea by boat.

Wu Nian didn't want to escape, he wanted to keep Beishan Fort.

He wanted to further arouse the morale of the army and the people, so that the soldiers and the people would follow his footsteps and guard the Beishan Fort unswervingly without retreating even a step.

He wants to do something.

"Go to my wife and get the flag she made. Find a flagpole, the longer the better. Pile the bodies of the Mongolian people together."

"Waiting for dawn."

Wu Nian turned his head and said in a deep voice to an elite soldier standing next to him.
Chapter completed!