After seeing this, Zhang Bu couldn't help but laugh. He didn't expect that this grandson of the royal family would be so elegant.

The captains of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty also became interested.

This is really fresh.

"Okay. That's good. Whoever wins or loses all depends on luck. If you lose, you can only blame yourself for being stupid. I'll go first." A tall Meng Yuan captain stood up and came to Jin Hengshan's side.

, rolled up his sleeves and put his thick palm into the vase.

No one is arguing about this.

Everyone's luck is one-tenth. Whoever goes first is the same.

After groping for a while, the captain grabbed a piece of paper and opened it. He looked unhappy.

"My land, my woman, my Wu Nian head."

After sighing for a while, the commander returned to his seat and sat down with a dark face.

"Haha. I'll do it." Soon another Mongolian captain stood up and reached into the vase with great interest, but he also lost. He had a bad temper and cursed a few times before sitting back down.

Then the captains went into battle one after another, and the fifth captain took the lead.

"Brothers, I'm lucky. Beishan Fort is mine. When we return home, I'll treat you brothers to a drink." When the Mongolian captain opened the paper, he saw that it actually had a circle. He couldn't help but be surprised and happy, and he was very high-spirited.

He gave the captains a fist and laughed loudly.

None of the nine captains looked down upon him, they all had unlucky looks on their faces.

If Beishan Fort is captured, who will own the land outside Beishan Fort? You can also capture military households as slaves, have fields, houses, and slaves, and your life will be endlessly happy.

A drink?

Who cares about a drink?

snort.

Jin Huanshan looked up at this man and said with a smile: "Zhu Erha. It's late today. You can set off early tomorrow morning." At this point, Jin Huanshan's face became serious and he said in a deep voice: "Wu Nian is a good player.

But there are not many elite soldiers under his command, and there are just a bunch of rabble. It’s not a big concern, but he has a city. We don’t have heavy siege equipment, so you have to be careful.”

"We can underestimate him in the overall situation, but we must not underestimate him tactically."

"Yes." Zhu Erha nodded heavily, indicating that he understood.

His surname Zhu is Han, and Erha is his Mongolian name. Taken together, he gave himself a Han name, which is simple and crude.

At this moment, Zhang Bu said to Jin Huanshan: "General, Wu Nian and I are enemies, so I am prepared. I have arranged a spy among the refugees in his city."

"It's just that the war has started. Wu Nian's security will definitely be tight. The spies may not be able to play a big role. But at the critical moment, they might be useful."

Zhang Bu has been keeping an eye on Wu Nian's actions and prepared assassins to attack him. Unfortunately, it didn't come in handy. Sending spies on a large scale would easily expose him.

He planted a spy and was ready to wait for the opportunity.

It was a pity that he didn't have any use for it.

"General Zhang is really prepared for a rainy day." Jin Hengshan smiled and nodded, then looked up at Zhu Erha and said, "Did you hear that?"

"I heard it." Zhu Erha said simply.

In order to show that they were "armies of benevolence and righteousness" and not to disturb the people, the Mongolian and Yuan armies were stationed outside the city. Surrounded by several soldiers, Zhu Erha returned to the camp outside the city.

After entering the tent, he thought for a moment, raised his head and said to the soldiers: "Go and call Zhu Youliang."

"Yes." The soldier agreed, turned around and went down.

Not long after, a scholar in his thirties, with an ordinary face, wearing a blue gown, not tall nor thin, walked in. It was Zhu Youliang.

Zhu Youliang was a Han who was kidnapped by Zhu Erha's father when he went south. Zhu Erha was very close to him, and his Han surname was also after Zhu Youliang.

Zhu Youliang has many evil ideas and is also Zhu Erha's military advisor.

"Sir, what's the matter with calling me here?" Zhu Youliang said respectfully.

"With our relationship, what's the point of calling us brothers? What's the point of being respectful? It's an eyesore." Zhu Er rolled his eyes at Zhu Youliang, then personally picked up the small stool and asked Zhu Youliang to sit on it.

"The general gave me an errand and asked me to set off tomorrow." Zhuerha explained the matter in detail first, and finally asked in a deep voice.

"what do you think?"

After Zhu Youliang heard this, he frowned, shook his head and said, "Sir, this brave man named Wu Nian can unite people's hearts. He is guarding the castle, and we don't have heavy weapons. If we attack by force, even if we capture it, we will lose our troops. It will be a big loss."

So energetic."

Zhuer Haben was very interested, but Zhu Youliang poured cold water on him and was a little unhappy.

"Do you have any ideas?" Jurha raised his head and asked.

Zhu Youliang lowered his head and thought for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, he pinched his beard and said: "Persuade to surrender."

"A sharp tongue can defeat a million soldiers. As long as he can surrender, my lord, you can do it without spending a single soldier."

"It's unreliable. He said what Yan Han said. Can he surrender?" Zhu Erha shook his head angrily.

"This moment, that moment." Zhu Youliang shook his head confidently, and then asked Zhu Erha: "Sir, let me ask a real question. If 80% of the land of the Mongolian Yuan Kingdom was occupied by the Han people, you would be trapped.

Can a small town remain loyal?"

Zhu Erha glared at Zhu Youliang, could this question be asked? But he thought about it carefully, slapped his thigh and said, "I will choose to run or surrender."

"That's right. Liaodong is gone, so I don't believe he won't waver." Zhu Youliang sneered and said.

Zhu Youliang was a Han Chinese who was captured and surrendered to the Mongols.

Jurha is a barbarian.

Both of them have no bottom line. They use themselves to save others. Of course they think Wu Nian can also have no bottom line. Now 80% of the land in Liaodong has been occupied, and the remaining 20% ​​is not far away.

Wu Nian was sitting in the city of Pengchou, and he had no elite soldiers under his command.

It only takes a few words to surrender.

"Be prepared. We will send troops tomorrow. Today I will prepare ladders, which can be used as siege equipment. When we get to Beishan Fort, you can enter the city first to persuade them to surrender. If you fail to persuade them to surrender, I will send troops to attack Beishan Fort."

"I have more than a thousand elite Mongolian soldiers under my command, all of them are brave and good at fighting. If we attack the city, our strength will definitely be reduced, but in the end I will win."

Zhu Erha held his head high and his chest high, with a proud look on his face.

He was right about this.

Now the refugees in Beishan Fort are divided into two factions, and there are signs of internal strife.

Even though Zhuerha only has a thousand people, he is stronger.

If he fights a tough battle, Wu Nian may lose.

But Wu Nian wanted to fight in the tunnels.

After the two men made up their mind, they immediately took action. There were no heavy siege equipment, so they had to use ladders, tents, food and grass, and enough.

After being prepared, Zhu Erha rode a tall horse, led more than a thousand elite Mongolian soldiers, and a small number of temporarily recruited Han auxiliary soldiers, escorted the heavy baggage vehicle, and headed toward Beishan Fort in a menacing manner.

No matter which way you go.

The destination is the same.

Beishan Fort is destined to be occupied by Zhu Erha.

The fields, houses, and women all belong to him.


Chapter completed!