Fire is not set randomly.

Its destructive power is limited. How many tents are there in a military camp with only a thousand people? How much supplies? And the tents are far apart. Can't they be burned together? The fire can't kill too many people.

But in the art of war, there is a classic saying, besieged on all sides.

The purpose of setting fire is to create psychological pressure on the other party.

The camp was captured.

They failed.

A fire broke out.

Wu Nian knew very clearly that with the elite soldiers he currently had, he could not defeat a thousand elite Mongolian soldiers in a head-on battle. The only way to defeat them was this move.

His layout was all designed to create panic among the Mongolian people.

The Meng Yuan people panicked, and some ran away. But Zhuerha woke up. As a captain of a thousand men from the Meng Yuan people, if he was someone who gave up easily, he would have died on the battlefield long ago.

Wu Nian's tunnel led to a house, and he guessed that the officer killed might be Zhu Erha, but in fact he was not.

When Zhu Erha heard the roar of killing, he had already woken up. Cold sweat broke out all of a sudden, and he cursed in the air: "Zhu Youliang, you bastard, you misled me. Wu Nian, you cunning fox, the Han people have no

Faith."

After saying that, Zhu Erha stood up from the bed, but her steps were a little unsteady.

"Come here, prepare armor for me." Jurha shouted.

Julha's soldiers were a little panicked, but they did not lose their will to fight. They rushed in immediately and put on armor for Julha.

When Jurha walked out of the room, all he saw was the light of fire reaching into the sky.

"It's over. Unless I kill Wu Nian, General Jin will not spare me." Zhu Erha was shocked at first, and then trembled. The blood in his body began to stir, and his fighting spirit began to boil.

"Don't panic. Come to me. I'm Zhu Erha." Zhu Erha used Mongolian to call the soldiers to come closer to him.

After all, Zhu Erha was a commander of thousands, and his prestige was still there. His words had a great effect, and a large number of Mongolian and Yuan soldiers who were preparing to escape rushed towards Zhu Erha like crazy.

Zhu Erha looked at the soldiers who were gradually gathering, with a ferocious smile on his face, pulled out the steel knife from his waist, and shouted: "Wu Nian, if you don't drink the toast, you will be fined with wine, I will chop off your head.

Play as a ball."

Just when the morale of the Mongolian soldiers was slightly improving, the fatal blow came.

The militiamen, military households, and some people in Beishan Fort became excited.

Before that, Wang Gui announced his command of the militia, but did not leak any information. When Wu Nian and other elite soldiers set off, some of the militia were patrolling and standing guard, while most of them were sleeping.

When the sound of killing broke out outside the city, Wang Gui, who had been prepared for it, ordered his men to beat the gongs and drums and shouted: "My lord, go out of the city to kill the enemy. Get up immediately and shout loudly to kill."

There was a sudden commotion in the military buildings within the four city walls.

In the military building inside the north city wall, Yue Haiming suddenly opened his eyes, first in disbelief, and then with a look of ecstasy.

He was the man who, with a dozen of his brothers, knelt down to Wu Nian a few days ago and asked, "Have you abandoned us?"

More than half of his family were killed by the Mongolians, and he hated the Mongolians the most.

At that time, he was persuaded by Wu Nian because Wu Nian had prestige. In the past few days, he had been patiently waiting.

Now the result he was waiting for came, as expected.

The adults have not abandoned us.

He deserves what he said.

The descendants of Yan Han wear Han clothes.

Never give in.

"Brothers, pick up the guy and fight with the Mengyuan people." Yue Haiming reacted first, jumped off the bed, picked up the knife and rushed out. When he rushed out of the barracks, he had tears streaming down his face.

.

This time, this time I must kill ten Mongolian people to avenge my family.

But when he rushed out, Wang Gui poured a basin of cold water on him.

"My lord has an order. I order you to shout and kill loudly to create pressure." Wang Gui was wearing armor, holding the handle of the knife at his waist, and said with great momentum.

"Sir, why don't you let us go to war?" Yue Haiming was trembling, unwilling and confused.

"Huh?!" Wang Gui opened his eyes, revealing murderous intent. Of course he recognized Yue Haiming and respected his determination.

But those who disobey military orders will die.

This is an iron rule.

"Kill!!!!" Yue Haiming was very unwilling, but after seeing Wang Gui's solemn expression, he finally gave in. He followed his companions up the city wall, waved the steel knife in his hand, and shouted towards the sky.

Roaring.

Soon his throat started to feel hot and a little sore.

But I can't care about it now. It doesn't matter if I become mute tomorrow.

We have to do our best, and we have to deal with the Mongols.

Even if we are just militiamen.

We will do whatever we can.

This deafening roar of killing shocked everyone in Beishan Fort. After learning about the situation, military households quickly joined in, as well as some refugees.

Although most of the refugees were just hiding in their rooms and shivering, half of them actually helped Wu Nian roar and kill.

"Brother?!!!" Liu Xiang, who had not seen Wu Nian for a long time, woke up from her sleep, lifted up the quilt and stood up, looking towards the north, wondering what had happened.

Soon, Mrs. Wu, Mrs. Chen, Wang Ruyan, Xiaohong, Zhang Zhen and Li Ya all got up and gathered together. The slaves in the mansion also gathered around cautiously.

After learning about the situation, Liu Xiang was so nervous that her face turned pale.

"Kill!!!!" But she mustered up the courage and roared towards the north to kill. Although her voice was childish, it was still one of ten thousand people.

The rest of the people reacted, and except for Chen, they started to kill with all their strength, and gradually the slaves did the same.

A person shouting to kill is very abrupt in the dark night.

Ten people are very strong.

Let alone 10,000 people.

The sound of killing shook the sky, the roar was like thunder. The sound of joy shook the sky, and the murderous intent shot straight into the sky.

Ten thousand people.

This is the belief of ten thousand people.

This is the decision of ten thousand people.

As a descendant of the Yan Han people, they would never compromise with the Meng Yuan people. They supported Wu Nian, exerted the power they should have, and had an effect.

Although it is not as good as Besieged on All Sides, it is still shocking.

The gathering of Mongolian people stopped.

When Zhu Erha stood up, the Meng Yuan people were indeed capable of fighting back. They were just drunk, not drugged.

Their beliefs and fighting will are as strong as steel, and their bodies are like rocks, indestructible. The most important thing is that they still have a commander.

When ten thousand people roared and killed in the invisible castle in the dark south, they were afraid.

Like wild beasts, the brave and skilled Meng Yuan warriors were also afraid.

In that dark direction, it seemed as if an unknown beast had spread its fangs and wanted to exterminate all the Meng Yuan people.

This is the power of ten thousand people’s faith.

Some Mongolian soldiers with weak fighting will ran away and threw themselves into the pitch-black night.

They ended a war that could have been overturned.

At this time, Wu Nian led three hundred elite soldiers and surrounded Zhuerha.

At this moment, there were only forty or fifty people around Zhu Erha. The Meng Yuan soldiers either ran away or were killed or burned to death.
Chapter completed!