Wu Nian never communicated with the envoys of the Mongol Yuan.

For the Mongol Yuan, whether to kill or buried is his will.

Chunyuan went the opposite way, and although he was not an envoy sent by Wu Nian to send a letter of war, he was very happy to entertain him and had enough food and was released.

The guards of the inner guard left the Mongolian Yuan camp with Chunyuan's reply and rode their horses toward the Han army camp.

Soon, he came outside the central army's tent. Before he could breathe, he took Chun Yuan's reply, turned over and dismounted, and hurried into the tent.

"King. This is Chunyuan's reply."

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

Wu Nian reached out to take it, opened the small box and took out Chunyuan's reply, and looked at it one by one. There was joy in his eyebrows and eyes. He stood up and walked to Wei Ru, handed the letter to the other party, and said, "After more than ten years of fighting, the curtain will come to an end in three days."

"Yeah." Wei Ru nodded softly, both happy and worried. Chunyuan agreed to the final battle so readily, which proves that Chunyuan really has a trump card in his hand.

But the arrow had to be fired on the string.

It's not good to water the fire again.

Wei Ru thought for a moment, looked up and asked the big eunuch guard, "Has Chunyuan said anything else?"

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

The big inner guard described the scene at that time in a very strange tone.

Wu Nian, Wei Ru was a little stunned, and then he understood Chunyuan's intention. Wei Ru picked up the letter again and looked at it, frowned continuously.

The Chinese character Chunyuan is very well written.

Wu Nian said: "Meng Yuan claimed to be the descendant of Yan Emperor and solemnly sacrificed to Emperor Yan Emperor. In order to steal the sky and exchange the sun and enter the Central Plains. Now he is playing these tricks, he is really unstoppable."

"But these are all tricks. Since ancient times, we have judged heroes by success or failure. This time I will definitely win."

"Turn the barbarians again into barbarians."

"Send the order. Let the generals stop practicing, and the soldiers focus on raising their energy. For more than ten years of fighting, they are mules and horses. It's this battle."

Speaking of this, Wu Nian raised his head and showed an extremely serious expression to the guards.

"Yes." The big guard responded and turned around.

"Miss Wei, go back and have a good rest. On the battlefield, everything is possible. Once you encounter danger, your personal soldiers are not as reliable as yourself. The better Miss Wei's injuries recover, the more relieved I will be."

Wu Nian turned his head and said softly to Wei Ru.

"Yeah." The deep concern made Wei Ru feel sweet in her heart, and she nodded obediently, and stood up with a smile.

With Wu Nian's order, the Han army was in full bloom.

Wei Ru in the army.

The exercise was over. 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 personal soldiers walked in from outside and reported with a happy expression: "Mr. The king gave the order. The decisive battle with the Mongolian Yuan three days later."

Wei Hong and Wei Polu were stunned.

The decisive battle is definitely a decisive battle.

It's the difference between morning and evening.

When Wu Nian brought the country's strength to the west, an army of 11,000 households came to Huanglong Mansion, everyone knew that there would be a decisive battle.

Wei Hong and Wei Polu have been ready to die here long ago.

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

Their long-cherished wish is to wrap the horses and corpses.

Death is lighter than a feather, and more important than Mount Tai. Death is in the decisive battle of Huanglong, becoming a brick to restore Liaodong and expel the Tartars.

They are very happy.

There are new and old grudges.

In the battle of Haitian City, Wei Changqing led half of the Wei family's tribe members to die in Haitian City.

National hatred and family hatred will avenge the previous shame.

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

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

Wei Hong raised his head and revealed his blood-filled eyes. He said to Wei Polu: "Bolu. Have you forgotten the battle between Haitian?"

"I dare not forget." Wei Polu's eyes turned red in an instant, and tears flashed in the corners of his eyes.

"Your grandfather, General Wei, is a great hero and hero. In the fall of Liaodong, he led an isolated army to guard Haitian City. There were countless dead in the Wei family. The blood of the Wei family must be paid for blood."

"The Battle of Yellow Dragon is just the beginning."

"In the future, we must lead our troops to wipe out the Mengyuan and pierce the temple and sweep the caves."

"But the battle of Huanglong is very important. If we lose, let alone destroying the Mongol Yuan, it would be great to be able to save the Han Dynasty."

"I'm ready. Where are you."

Wei Hong looked at his nephew and asked.

Wei Polu took a deep breath, his face full of determination, and said, "The sky is the quilt, the earth is the 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 too strict. He calmed down and said, "Go down and rest, and accumulate energy."

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

"One day, we will go to the capital of Mongolia and Yuan to have fun together."

"Yes." Wei Polu replied loudly, then stood up and left.

When Wei Polu walked away, Wei Hong raised his right hand and stroked his left chest. He felt that his heart was beating abnormally, his body gradually became hot and sweating like rain.

A excited smile appeared on Wei Hong's face.

"It's over. My blood is already boiling. I may have insomnia in the next three days. This is not possible. If I don't meet my eyes for three days, I will become a soft-legged shrimp when I fight."

"But how can I not be excited?"

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Wei Hong is by no means an isolated case.

The Wei family is not an isolated case.

Long Qi's whole family was killed by the Mongols, and he was the only one who escaped. In order to raise an army and revenge, he became an assassin and collected funds.

There are too many officers, warriors. There are too many people who are as close as the Mongol Yuan.

Some family members were killed by the Mongols, so they were put on the battlefield. Then their father and brother were killed in the army, and their brother and son Jiye took the sword to fight and continued to fight with the Mongols.

Han people.

Han people in Liaodong.

For today, I have shed countless blood. I have died and paid countless price.

Before Wu Nian conquered Goguryeo, Wu Nian had only four prefectures and twenty-six cities, and had been in a state of war.

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

People don’t have a good day.

I also have to send my son, father, brother, and nephew to the battlefield. I left alive and came back. Some didn’t even have ashes.

When the burial was buried, there was only a tomb.

More than ten years.

More than ten years.

Restoring Liaodong and expelling the Tartars.

It took Wu Nian a "short" of more than a decade to finally come to this day.

The decisive battle of Huanglong.

It not only determines the outcome, but also gambles on the fate of the country.
Chapter completed!