Whether it is a wild beast or a bear or a tiger.

People with good physical strength have sufficient lung strength. People from both sides who are still fighting are attracted by Wu Nian's roar.

Wu Nian bent down and grabbed Zhu Erha's hair, lifted the head of the blood, held it in the sky, and shouted, "Zhu Erha has been killed by me."

The elite soldiers under Wu Nian were quiet for a while. Although Wu Nian killed a commander in the last time, the few people saw him.

This is the first time that many people have seen this scene with their own eyes, and they are extremely shocked.

Zhang Jin, Liu Wu and Tie Niu reacted quickly enough, inhaled, then exhaled, and screamed.

"mighty!!!"

The elite soldiers quickly reacted.

"Magnificent! Magnificent!!"

They forgot about this fight for the time being, their blood boiled in their bodies, and something else broke in their hearts.

A "click" sound seemed to be the sound of a bowl shattering.

This is a God breaking.

The invincible [God] in their hearts.

Broken.

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

"Kill!!!" The morale of the three hundred elite soldiers pierced the sky and penetrated through the Dou Mansion. The sound of killing was like thunder, like a war drum. Three hundred people, three hundred faces of war drum.

The drums were roaring and roaring endlessly.

Three hundred elite soldiers rushed up with a scream, and the wolves moved forward, extremely fierce.

What a good Mongolian Yuan warrior did have a moment of weakness after the main general died in battle, but the next moment, they actually launched resistance under the organization of the officers and even tried to break through.

"Wu Nian will not let us live."

"Run out, there is still vitality."

A Mengyuan officer howled and led the Mengyuan soldiers to break through. Of course, it was a splash of resistance and was soon submerged.

Wu Nian, Zhang Jin, Liu Wu and Tieniu were like four sharp knives, inserted into the Mongolian Yuan warriors, and then ruined them.

After a while, there were no more Mengyuan soldiers standing there. The unsatisfied elite soldiers, with their blood-red eyes, searching for the Mengyuan soldiers who were still breathing on the battlefield and performing a final blow.

Wu Nian stepped on his feet, moved his heavy body, and came to Zhu Youliang in the crisp sound of the iron sheets colliding.

This Han man was still alive, sitting on the ground and urinating.

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

He did not have the spirit of arousing the "spring-like tongue" a few days ago.

A scholar who meets a soldier will not die a hundred times.

"Farewell forever." Wu Nian said coldly, waved the steel knife in his hand to the right, and the head flew up and down. After rolling for a few rounds, he never moved again.

Wu Nian bent down and took the steel knife in his hand, rubbed blood on Zhu Youliang's body, and waited until the light was as bright as new, then put the knife into the sheath.

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

Among the three, Zhang Jin's horse spear is better than Wu Nian. He has never competed with his sword skills.

But Zhang Jin knew that no matter how strong he was, he was just a general, not a leader. Their small group would be without him, and there were Liu Wu and Tie Niu.

But if Wu Nian is missing, it will collapse.

Wu Nian is the head, the soul, and the will.

"Liu Wu. Lead your men and search the battlefield. Rescue materials that have not been burned, collect weapons, armor, and corpses, and give the Mongolian Yuan people a final blow."

Wu Nian breathed a sigh, turned to look at Liu Wu, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes." Liu Wu bent over with his fists and responded loudly. He shouted immediately. "My brother comes with me." With a loud bang, the elite soldiers immediately disappeared one-third.

"Zhang Jin. Take your men to send the wounded soldiers to the city for resettlement. Send someone to invite my wife Wang to treat them."

Wu Nian turned to the leader and looked at Zhang Jin, and this time he called out his name directly.

"Yes." Zhang Jin also clasped his fists and took people down.

Wu Nian looked up at the sky and said to Tie Niu: "Tie Niu. Send someone to the castle and make rice. Take out all the wine and meat to reward the entire army."

"It's going to be dawn. When it's dawn, you bring out all the military households and refugees. I'm going to do one thing."

"Yes." Tie Niu replied loudly. However, he left a team of elite soldiers to protect Wu Nian's safety and took the rest of the people away.

In the midst of the fire, on the ground made of corpses and blood, an elite soldier brought a small stool and bent down to ask Wu Nian to sit down.

Wu Nian sat down, and the blood on the armor dripped on the ground along with the gap between the iron sheets.

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

No matter what the process is, he won the end.

The one who can win is the God of War.

The elite soldiers surrounding him, transporting corpses and wounded soldiers, looked up from time to time, with respect in their eyes.

The gods of the Mongols were destroyed, and a new god rose slowly in the hearts of the elite soldiers.

This is the so-called famous general.

The general of a military commander is a flag and a god. The soldiers believe in him, respect him, and trust him to lead them to victory.

Otherwise, no matter how big the general is or how prominent the identity is, he cannot be called a famous general.

Wu Nian was in a heavy mood.

A victory is worth having fun, cheering, and excitement. But if you immerse yourself in this victory, you will inevitably fail in the next war.

The war has broken out.

The war between the Mongol Yuan and the Han people. Only when one side’s backbone is broken can it be considered the real end.

Now in the Liaodong dynasty, the Mongols and Yuan dynasties became king. Ten Mongols and 10,000 households were entrenched among the 32 counties of the five prefectures and 10,000 households of Han people were also established.

Among them are Liaodong tyrants like Zhang Bu.

Jin Huanshan was not a weak man. He was not only a royal family member of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, but also a powerful general.

He may not come to Beishan Fort in person.

A small Beishan Fort seems not worthy of a 10,000-yuan general who went to the battle in person.

But his revenge will come very quickly and violently. This time there will be no more things like showing weakness, there will be only one bloody battle.

A bloody battle head-on.

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

He was in Liaodong, so he could not gain a foothold. He could only escape south like a dog that was lost. He either went to Shanhaiguan or crossed the sea by boat.

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

He wanted to raise the morale of the military and civilians more, let the military and civilians follow his footsteps, unswervingly defend Beishan Fort without retreating.

He wants to do one thing.

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

"Waiting for dawn."

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