"Hahahaha." Feng Chong laughed loudly, suppressed his complaints, and looked at Zhao Yanting triumphantly.

Zhao Yanting's face looked a little unhappy, but he didn't say anything else.

"Here comes someone." Wu Nian raised his head and said towards the outside of the tent.

"What are your orders, general?" A soldier came in from outside and bowed in salute.

"Let's go and find out if there are any Meng Yuan people in our army. Also, get some pen and ink," Wu Nian said.

"yes."

The soldier responded, turned around and went down.

"General, you are confused. How can there be Mongolian people in our army?" Feng Chong shook his head and said.

Wu Nian glanced at him and he obediently shut up.

After a while, two soldiers came in carrying a desk. There were four treasures of the study on the desk. Wu Nian picked up the brush, soaked it with ink, pondered for a while, and then began to write furiously.

"The general is a prince, and he has the courage of ten thousand men. He commands sixty thousand soldiers. I have five captains and five ten thousand families of soldiers. I have heavy armor, heavy axes, and archers with divine arms. I heard that you, general, have

We also formed heavy armor, heavy ax soldiers, and divine arm archers. We met at Huanglong, we are evenly matched, so why not go hunting."

"how?"

"If that's your intention, General, let's set a date, arrange our troops, and have a decisive battle."

"Divide into male and female."

"Wu Nian is waiting for good news."

After Wu Nian wrote the letter of war, he picked up the paper and dried the ink on it, called a soldier in, and ordered: "Find a civil servant to polish this letter of war."

"Yes." The soldier responded, turned around and went down. Not long after, he turned back and had another letter in his hand.

Wu Nian looked at it carefully and found that the meaning was the same. But the writing was brilliant and beautifully polished.

He was very satisfied.

After a long time, the soldiers came in with an old man from outside. The old man's clothes were a little dirty, his appearance was haggard, and his expression was very timid.

"General. This old man is a Mongolian. Because he can raise horses, he was taken in by a Qianhu family." The soldier bent down and saluted.

"General... General." The old Meng Yuan man stammered and saluted.

Regardless of whether he was an old man or a child, Wu Nian had no good impression of the Meng Yuan people. He didn't want to say anything to this old Meng Yuan man.

But he needs this person again.

It is impossible for him to communicate with the Mongolian people and envoys in this life.

It would be difficult to leave things like a complete cut off of diplomatic contacts and a letter of war to the Han soldiers. What if they were killed by the Mongolians?

A man's life is also fate.

It would be best to find a Mongolian person to send a letter of war.

"I'll give you fifty taels of silver. Send this letter to Chunyuan." Wu Nian nodded and said.

Of course, the old Meng Yuan man could not object and was quickly taken down by the soldiers.

"I don't know if Chunyuan will agree to a decisive battle with us. But let's prepare for the decisive battle first. You all go down and prepare for the battle."

"Tell all the soldiers what I said. Let them give up their lives and treat themselves as dead."

Wu Nian raised his head, looked at the five captains and said.

"Yes." The captains responded, stood up, turned and left.

"Come on. Come and take my head. Chunyuan." Wu Nian stood up and walked to the door of the tent. He raised his head and looked in the direction of Chunyuan's military camp, his eyes full of fighting intent.

“Da da da!!!”

The lieutenants who returned to their respective camps dispatched personal soldiers to move around in the camp and loudly conveyed the orders.

"The general has orders to prepare for a decisive battle."

"He tells you to lay down your lives and treat yourself as dead."

"Our military strength is at a disadvantage. Without such awareness, it would be impossible to win."

The soldiers who were resting nervously and solemnly in the camp, after learning the news, walked out of the camp one after another and started watching.

"Hahaha. That makes sense. If you think you are dead in advance, then you don't have to think about anything else. Nervous? Why are you nervous? You have been through mountains of swords and seas of blood. Are you still afraid of this?"

"That's right. Along the way, haven't we all been determined to die? This time is different? Isn't it a scar as big as a bowl when the head is chopped off? This time it's just that there are too many people

At one point, the two sides combined for a decisive battle of more than 100,000 people. We are only 10,000 less in number, so we are only at a disadvantage. The general once said that when a man outnumbers the enemy, it is just a matter of leisure. The winner must be us."

"The Yan Han will win!"

The soldiers stood at the door of their respective camps, whispering and laughing. The tense and solemn atmosphere was swept away.

Training is useless now.

Wu Nian's soldiers are already elite enough. Moreover, training consumes physical strength, so we should do the opposite and recharge our batteries.

The key is the will to fight and the belief in victory. This belief in victory has now been ignited by Wu Nian. From Wu Nian to Xiaowei and then to Qianhu, fighting soldiers.

These five soldiers from ten thousand households have been mentally and physically prepared for the decisive battle.

Damn it.

Till death.

............

Mongolian and Yuan military camp.

The Meng Yuan soldiers were just like the Wu Nian soldiers, their bodies were tense and their expressions were solemn. The entire military camp exuded the aura of an approaching rainstorm.

Inside the Chinese military tent.

Chunyuan sat on the main seat, looking down at the letter of challenge in his hand. After reading it, his face was very calm, he raised his head and waved to the soldiers: "Take him down. In addition, call all the households."

"yes."

The soldiers responded and went down with old Meng Yuan who had sent the letter of war. After a long time, five generals from ten thousand households entered the Chinese army's tent one after another.

After everyone arrived, Chun Yuan stood up and handed the letter of challenge in his hand to a Wanhu to read, and then sat back on the main seat.

The gauntlet went round and round in the hands of General Wanhu, and soon everyone had read it.

Some people were filled with indignation.

Someone is furious.

Some people looked calm.

"General. If he wants to fight, then fight. When have we Meng Yuan people been afraid of field battles? It is common for us to be outnumbered and defeated by many. What's more, now we have the advantage in numbers. Wu Nian's declaration of war is simply asking for death.

." A member of Wanhu stood up, his face turned red, and veins popped out on his forehead, and he said loudly.

"That's right. How did Wu Nian think he became strong? By defending the city and fighting guerrillas. Did he think he defeated us by fighting in the field? It's ridiculous. This time, we killed him and we won't have any trouble in the future.

.”

Another Wanhu also stood up. In anger, he held the steel knife at his waist with his right hand. The blade was unsheathed three inches. He remembered that this was the Chinese army's tent, so he returned the knife to its sheath.

Of the five thousand households, four must be attacked.

Only Wanhu Wu Canglong sat calmly.
Chapter completed!