Wu Nian never communicated with Meng Yuan's envoys.

As for the envoy from Meng Yuan, it is up to him whether to kill or bury him.

Chunyuan went against the grain and sent the Ouchi guards sent by Wu Nian to declare war. Although they were not envoys, they entertained them well and they were well fed and fed before they were sent back.

Taking Chunyuan's reply, the Ouchi guards left the Meng Yuan camp and galloped towards the Han army camp.

Soon, he arrived outside the Chinese army's tent. Without enough time to breathe, he took Chunyuan's reply, dismounted from his horse, and hurriedly entered the tent.

"Your Majesty, this is Chunyuan's reply."

The Ouchi guard gasped slightly, lowered his head and handed the delicate little box to Wu Nian.

Wu Nian reached out to take it, opened the small box, took out Chunyuan's reply, and read it sentence by sentence. With joy on his face, he stood up and walked to Wei Ru, handed the letter to him, and said: "More than ten years

The fighting will come to an end in three days."

"Yeah." Wei Ru hummed softly, feeling happy and worried at the same time. Chunyuan readily agreed to the decisive battle, which further proves that Chunyuan really has a trump card in his hand.

But the arrow has to be fired when it is on the string.

It's not good to add water to the fire.

Wei Ru thought for a moment, raised his head and asked the Ouchi guard: "Did Chunyuan say anything else?"

"I didn't say anything. I was just very polite. I was entertained with good wine and good food."

The Ouchi guard used a very strange tone to describe the scene at that time.

Wu Nian and Wei Ru were stunned for a moment, and then they understood Chunyuan's intention. Wei Ru picked up the reply letter again and read it, frowning.

The Chinese character Chunyuan is written really well.

Wu Nian said: "After Meng Yuan falsely claimed to be the Yan Emperor, he solemnly offered sacrifices to the Yan Emperor in the hope of stealing the sky and taking over the Central Plains. Now he is playing these little tricks. He is really evil."

"But these are just tricks. Since ancient times, the success or failure of heroes has been judged. This time, the weak will definitely win."

"Turn barbarians into barbarians again."

"Send the order. Let the generals stop training. The soldiers should focus on recuperating their strength. The fighting for more than ten years is about mules and horses. This is the battle."

Having said this, Wu Nian raised his head and showed an extremely serious expression to the Ouchi guards.

"Yes." The Ouchi guard responded, turned around and went down.

"Miss Wei, please go back and have a good rest. On the battlefield, anything can happen. Once you encounter danger, your own soldiers are not as reliable as you. The better Miss Wei recovers from her injuries, the more at ease I will be."

Wu Nian turned around and said softly to Wei Ru.

"Yeah." The words of deep concern made Wei Ru feel sweet in his heart. He hummed obediently, stood up and walked away with a smile.

Following Wu Nian's order, the Han army became excited.

In the Wei army.

The drill has ended. Wei Hong called Wei Polu to his tent and taught him various experiences in leading troops.

Wei Polu studied very seriously.

At this moment, Wei Hong's soldiers came in from the outside and reported with a happy face: "Report to your lord, the king has given an order. The decisive battle with Meng Yuan will take place in three days."

Wei Hong and Wei Polu were stunned.

The decisive battle must be fought.

It's the difference between morning and evening.

When Wu Nian mobilized the whole country and an army of 110,000 households came to Huanglong Mansion, everyone knew that there would be a decisive battle.

Wei Hong and Wei Polu have long been prepared to die here.

A general will inevitably die in battle.

Wrapping the body in horse leather is their long-cherished wish.

Death may be lighter than a feather, or heavier than Mount Tai. Death in the decisive battle of Huanglong became a brick for the liberation of Liaodong and the expulsion of the Tartars.

They were very happy.

There are also old and new grudges.

The Battle of Haitian City. Wei Changqing led half of the Wei family and died in the battle at Haitian City.

The hatred of the country and the family avenges the previous humiliation.

But when this moment really came, the huge impact still made Wei Hong and Wei Polu feel in a trance.

The two of them were originally standing, but each sat back down in a daze. It took a long time to calm down.

Wei Hong raised his head, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes. He said to Wei Polu: "Polu, have you forgotten the battle between sea and sky?"

"Don't dare to forget." Wei Polu's eyes turned red instantly, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.

"Your grandfather, General Wei, was a great hero. When Liaodong fell, he led a lone army to guard Haitian City. Countless people died in the Wei family. The blood of the Wei family must be repaid with blood."

"The Battle of Huanglong is just the beginning."

"From now on, we must lead our troops to wipe out Meng Yuan, plow the courtyard and clear out the holes."

"But the Huanglong battle is crucial. If we lose, let alone wipe out the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, it will be good to save the Han Dynasty."

"I'm ready. What about you?"

Wei Hong looked at his nephew and asked.

Wei Polu took a deep breath, with a look of determination on his face, and said: "The sky is my quilt and the earth is my bed. I am ready to sleep here forever."

"Okay." Wei Hong's face showed a look of relief, and then he felt that he seemed to be too harsh, so he softened his tone and said: "Go down and rest, recharge your batteries."

"As for whether to die or not, it is better to die than live. We will definitely win this battle, and we can survive together."

"One day, let's go to Mongolia and Yuan Dynasties together to have fun."

"Yes." Wei Polu responded loudly, then stood up and walked away.

When Wei Polu walked away, Wei Hong raised his right hand and touched his left chest. He felt that his heart was beating at an abnormal frequency. His body gradually became hot and sweaty.

An excited smile appeared on Wei Hong's face.

"It's over. My blood is already boiling. I may lose sleep in the next three days. This is not good. If I don't sleep for three days, I will become a soft-legged shrimp when the war comes."

"But how can I not be excited?"

"Hahahahaha!!!!"

Wei Hong is by no means an exception.

The Wei family is not an exception.

Long Qie's family was killed by the Meng Yuan people, and he was the only one to escape. In order to raise an army for revenge, he became an assassin and collected funds.

There are too many officers and soldiers who have deep hatred against Meng Yuan.

A family member was killed by the Meng Yuan people, so he went into battle. Then his father and brother were killed as soldiers, and his younger brother and son inherited the industry and went into battle with the sword and continued to fight with the Mongolian people.

Han people.

Han Chinese in Liaodong.

For today, countless blood has been shed, countless people have died, and countless prices have been paid.

Before Wu Nian conquered Goguryeo, Wu Nian only had four prefectures and twenty-six cities, and he had been waging war.

What you drink is the blood of the people, and what you eat is the fat and ointment of the people.

People never have a good day.

You have to send your sons, fathers, brothers, and nephews to the battlefield. They leave alive and come back with ashes. Some don't even have ashes.

When he was buried, there was only a burial mound.

More than ten years.

More than ten years.

Recover Liaodong and expel the Tartars.

It took Wu Nian "just" more than ten years to finally reach today.

The decisive battle of Huanglong.

Not only does it determine the outcome, but it also bets on the fate of the country.
Chapter completed!