Wu Canglong sighed softly, ignored the eyes of others, raised his head and said with a very sincere attitude, "Prince. We have to admit it. We are evenly matched with Wu Nian."

"In terms of combat effectiveness, of course we are not inferior to Wu Nian."

"We also have heavy armored and heavy axe soldiers and divine arm bows. And we have been training for a long time, and our combat effectiveness is no worse than that of Wu Nianjun."

"But in terms of fighting will, we are somewhat inferior. There is a spirit that cannot be seen or touched, but can feel, supporting Wu Nian's army."

"His army is a real strong soldier. It's very terrible."

"We have at least 10,000 more people than them, but when we fight, the biggest possibility is that both sides will suffer."

"In Wu Nian Liaodong tigers, the fiercest ones are the world. He must also feel that he has a chance of winning, so he wants to fight the decisive battle."

"Yeah." Chunyuan nodded slightly, nodded, expressing his agreement.

"Wu Canglong, what do you mean? Do you want to avoid the war? What about your face, what about your courage? What about our pride."

A Wanhu heard that Wu Canglong's words were wrong and asked loudly.

The other ten thousand households also frowned and looked at Wu Canglong.

"If both of us suffer losses, we will lose too. Because this is Liaodong. The Han people are supporting Wu Nian. He will be able to recover his vitality soon, but it will not be easy for us to recover his vitality."

"Both losses are hurt, which means we lose. Liaodong is Wu Nian."

"Prince, I think I'm still going to retreat to the city now. Use Huanglong Mansion and Guangyang Mansion as the base, wait for the leisure to work, and wait for Wu Nian to attack us. Looking for fighter opportunities and win."

Wu Canglong was quite calm, ignored the other ten thousand households, looked up at Chunyuan, and said more sincerely.

"Um."

Chun Yuan nodded softly again. The other tens of thousands of households were about to speak and argue. Chun Yuan stood up and said, "What Canglong said makes sense."

"It's not as good as before. Don't do anything, just endure the storm for a while."

"We will withdraw our troops tonight. I will go back to Anding City. You will also go back to your base and guard one city."

Chunyuan had already issued an order, and even though the other tens of thousands of households were unwilling to accept it, they had to answer it loudly.

"yes."

Wu Canglong stood up the last time, bent down and hugged Chun Yuan, and turned around and left.

"I can't believe it. I actually chose to avoid the decisive battle." Chun Yuan sighed and shook his head.

I really can't imagine it.

Enemies like the Liaodong Tiger really have to be treated with caution.

The next morning, it was just dawn.

Wu Nian's military camp. At the east camp gate, Wu Nian, who received the news, didn't even have breakfast. He hurriedly arrived here, stood under the banner, looked up at the empty military camp in front of him, and sighed softly.

"The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop."

"Zhuyuan has no choice to fight me."

"It's not scary for an opponent to punch, you have to be a little more careful when you close your punch."

Wu Nian sighed for a long time and was about to turn around and go back to the camp gate. Although he was helpless, there was nothing he could do about it.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves rang out. Wu Nian looked up and saw several fast horses racing from the front.

"Open the camp gate quickly. We are the lieutenant of the Haitian City Guards to report the news to the general."

The fast horse stopped in front of the camp gate and said loudly.

"Let them in," Wu Nian said.

"Yes." The personal soldiers responded and went down to order the guards to open the camp gate. Wu Nian also walked down the camp gate and stood behind the door.

The cavalry entered the camp gate and saw Wu Nian. He immediately turned over and got off the horse and knelt on one knee. One of them said with a serious expression: "General. The Chief of the Wei Dynasty is critically ill."

Wu Nian and the soldiers around him all changed their faces.

"How could this happen? Was she injured in the city? How could she be critically ill? How critically ill?" Wu Nian failed to control her emotions, took a step forward, grabbed the person's shoulder tightly, and asked loudly.

The personal soldiers around him were shocked and immediately stepped forward a few steps and stared at the people coming.

If the assassin suddenly took out a dagger and stabbed Wu Nian in the chest and abdomen, it was so close...

The person who came was not an assassin, his face turned red and then pale. Wu Nian was too heavy to start, and he felt that his shoulders were about to be crushed, and it hurt so much.

But he didn't dare to say anything, held back the pain, and replied: "Report to the general. The captain was indeed injured, but he was injured by flesh and blood, not serious."

"I invited the best doctor in the city to treat it. I don't know why, but I just said that it may be that I was injured too much, bleed countlessly, and my body was weak, so that external evils invaded."

Wu Nian was silent for a long time when he heard this, then let go of the hand holding the person on his shoulders, and his mood calmed down a little.

is that so.

No matter how powerful a person is, he is still a human being. If he is a human being, he will be injured, and there will be sequelae.

It is like a beautiful big house, which is not very strong after the wind and rain. Few of these peerless generals from the Montenegro households have a good ending.

Either they die in middle age or they are tortured by illness when they are old.

Even Wu Nian himself was more than a hundred and big fights, and was injured dozens of times. He felt uncomfortable in rainy days. But he just didn't know where he felt uncomfortable.

The general is bound to die in front of the battlefield.

Even if you don’t die, there will be endless troubles.

This is the fate of war generals and brave generals.

Wu Nian was mentally prepared, even if he got sick tomorrow and died of illness in three days, he had no regrets.

But... Wei Ru, and brothers.

"Huh!" Wu Nian raised his head and looked at the sky. I don't believe in gods and Buddhas, nor do I believe in fate. But I believe in you. Wei Ru, a girl from the Wei family.

You will definitely survive.

Just getting sick is what a 10,000 enemies like you are?

External evil invasion?

What evil? What enemy? It's just a sword that kills you.

Wu Nian thought about it and now Chunyuan has entered the city, and a decisive battle is impossible.

"Send the order to set up camp and open the village, and we will retreat to the south first."

Although he was worried about Wei Ru's situation, he wanted to fly over Haitian City immediately. But he had to put the overall situation first.

Now there is only one Zhang Jin guarding the entire Nanhai Prefecture. If he leads his troops to Haitian City, then Zhang Jin will be directly exposed to the military front of the Mongols.

If the troops are divided.

Half of them head south, and half of them head east to Haitian City. They may be divided and surrounded.

Only by going south first and building the fortifications can he lead some of his troops to Haitian City.

"yes."

The personal soldiers beside Wu Nian responded loudly and turned around.

Wu Nian withdrew his troops that day. According to the plan, he returned to the border between Nanhai Prefecture and Huanglong Mansion. Liu Wu was left behind, Feng Chong and Zhang Jin were guarding Nanhai Prefecture together, and asked Zhao Yanting to lead his troops back to Yun County to station.
Chapter completed!