It's close to noon.

The sun was shining brightly, slightly dispelling the spring cold.

Although Wu Nian won a great victory, there were still many casualties among his own soldiers. There were also soldiers from Jinhuan Mountain, Wanyanxian, and Puguli who died in the battle, and their corpses piled up like mountains.

The uninjured soldiers of Wu Nian's army were busy cleaning the battlefield, collecting corpses, and treating wounded soldiers.

The soldiers in the west of the city were heading to the military camp in Jinhuan Mountain in groups. Whether it was rice, food, baggage, weapons, wood, tents, war horses, etc.

Want everything.

Nothing is useless, everything is useful.

There are government officials in the city announcing the peace announcement, or beating gongs and drums to tell the neighbors that the war is over, please feel at ease.

Of course, the city is still under martial law and people are still not allowed to go out.

But this Jiang County city will soon regain its vitality.

Moreover, it is no longer a city under the rule of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, but a city under the rule of Wu Nian, the general who assisted the Han Dynasty.

It can be said to be a new life.

The future is promising.

In comparison, Wanyanxian's and Puguli's camps were silent, as if all the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers were dead.

Pretty much.

Heartbroken.

The Wu Nian Formation beheaded Jinhuan Mountain, and drove their troops to kill the soldiers in Jinhuan Mountain. They killed most of the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers, but there were still some Mongolian and Yuan soldiers who took advantage of the chaos to escape, and then went their separate ways to finish the battle.

Yan Xian went to the camp in Puguli to seek protection.

For these soldiers and horses, Wan Yanxian and Pugu Li accepted them.

Inside Wan Yanxian's camp.

The Mongolian and Yuan warriors completely lost their usual arrogance and momentum. Everyone was very silent, even downcast and frightened.

The defeated soldiers of Jinhuan Mountain who were accepted were even more like mourning for their heirs. Some soldiers' bodies were still trembling, and their eyes were full of fear, like dogs with their tails between their legs.

The reason why a dog tucks his tail is because he is afraid.

There is a word.

Call the military morale to be available.

Now that Wanyan is showing up here, it means that his military spirit is not available.

Relying on this group of soldiers, we can defend the camp. If we go out to fight in the field, we will definitely be devoured by Wu Nian.

Inside the big tent.

The fire in the stove was burning, making the temperature inside the tent much higher than outside. However, everyone present felt as cold as a knife and the frosty wind was biting.

On the commander's seat, Wan Yanxian raised his head and glanced at the people present. There were five commanders under his command, and four commanders gathered around him.

Although Jinhuan Mountain was defeated and most of the soldiers were lost, the commanders ran very fast. There are four here, and Puguli should have gathered four or five of them, so the loss was very small.

Wan Yanxian stood up, walked to the stove, picked up the iron hook next to it, and picked some firewood. In an instant, flames shot up.

"Okay. What a big defeat. Everyone, what do you think I should do?" Wan Yanxian threw the red-hot iron hook and asked.

Captains, you look at me and I look at you, but I hesitate to say anything, but in the end I don’t even fart.

Don't mention it before.

Ten thousand households in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.

Wrong. As long as there are five Mongolian and Yuan Dynasty commanders, they dare to attack Liaodong Xiongcheng. For example, the city guarded by Wei Changqing.

He really dares to kill and fight.

With ten thousand households, that’s really awesome.

Even before this, when three generals of ten thousand households were in charge and two troops of ten thousand households attacked a city, their morale was skyrocketing.

It's fine now.

Just in the blink of an eye, Wanhu died, and his ambitions disappeared with Wanhu. Only fear and uneasiness were left.

"Are you speechless? Are you convinced? Anyway, I am convinced. If I stay here any longer, I'm afraid Wu Nian will plot against me. I will end up like Jin Huanshan, and die without a burial place."

Wan Yanxian finally couldn't help it, and kicked the stove over with a flying kick. His face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he said loudly.

"Burn the camp. We will withdraw our troops overnight. I will take you back to Guangyang Mansion to rest and recuperate. It will take a few fucking months to rebuild the morale of the army. Turn the morale of you bastards back into that of wolf cubs."

"The same goes for Puguli. He went back to Yacheng to repair it."

"We lost. There is no excuse for our defeat."

At the end of the story, Wan Yanxian, a distinguished and peerless general, actually became a little depressed.

So damn frustrating.

Oh shit.

The captains were also ashamed and lowered their heads in frustration. A lost dog, a lost dog. After a while, Captain Meng Yuan cheered up a little, raised his head and clasped his fists at Wan Yanxian and said: "General, you have gone back to Guangyang.

Mansion."

"Pu Wanhu has returned to Yacheng. What should we do in Yuan County and Ding County?"

Wan Yanxian said: "Since Jin Huanshan is dead, Puguli will be fully responsible for the affairs of Yingqing Mansion. He should order the defenders to defend it."

"These two cities will delay Wu Nian as long as they can. We have to regroup."

"Let's all go back and rest. Retreat, retreat. Fuck retreat." Wan Yanxian couldn't hold back anymore. He pulled out the steel knife from his waist and struck the stove that fell on the ground. The stove was fine, this is a good knife.

But a gap opened up.

Wan Yanxian put away the steel knife, looked at the gap on the blade, and finally went back to the inner tent in despair.

The captains present looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally they all sighed and went down.

............

late at night.

The sun is shining brightly during the day, and the stars are shining brightly at night.

Although Wu Nian had won a complete victory, the city was still heavily guarded. Especially at the county government office, Wu Nian's soldiers were well prepared for fear of assassins.

In the bedroom.

Wu Nian was sleeping. A group of soldiers broke in and knelt down on one knee to Wu Nian. One of the soldiers said: "General, there are raging fires in the Mongolian and Yuan camps in the north and south."

"The Meng Yuan people burned the camp and retreated."

The soldiers looked happy.

This fire is so beautiful.

Ten thousand households burned down their camps and withdrew their troops, which has been rare in decades.

Wu Nian woke up. Hearing this, he was very calm and said, "I know, let's all go down."

"That's right. Hold the lamp."

"Yes." The soldiers were a little surprised, thinking that the general would be interested in taking a look. They put aside their surprise and obeyed the order.

One of the soldiers lit various oil lamps in the bedroom for Wu Nian.

Wu Nian put on a thick coat and sat down in front of a round table. There was a wooden box on the table.

Wu Nian opened the box and took out the map.

This map is clearly the topographic map of the six cities of Yingqing Mansion.

These six cities are different in the north and south. The north belongs to Puguli and the south belongs to Jinhuan Mountain.

"I won a great victory in Jiang County. The news reached Chunyuan's ears. Chunyuan must be eager to fly over and kill me immediately. But Xiong Wuwo is the opposite. He will definitely be overjoyed. He will find a way to hold him back.

Chunyuan, make time for me."

"This won't take much time. I have to quickly capture Dingxian and Yuanxian, and connect them with the Nine Forts. This is the foundation."

"In comparison, the nine previous castles are just small quagmires."

Wu Nian raised the oil lamp on the side and looked at the terrain map. The situation of the defenders in Ding County and Yuan County appeared in his mind.

The military strength of the two counties is the same.

They are both a Mongolian Yuan commander and three Han commanders of ten thousand households.

But the city wall in Yuan County is taller.

Ding County is shorter.
Chapter completed!