Jiang County, South City Wall.

On the tower of the majestic city gate, there are two flags, one high and one low, with "gold" and "zhang" flying in the wind.

In front of the building.

Zhang Bu, who is over forty years old, is wearing a white brocade robe. He stands with his head held high and his belly protruding. He holds the handle of the knife at his waist with his left hand and looks forward.

On the fertile fields ahead, the crops have been harvested, leaving behind neatly arranged wheat and rice stubbles.

This year, the weather is good throughout Liaodong, and Jiang County is certainly the same.

Although Jiang County is a commercial city and does not mainly focus on agricultural output, it also has a large amount of farmland. The direct benefit brought by the bumper harvest is a corresponding increase in food tax revenue.

There are even more invisible benefits. Farmers will have food to eat and live a prosperous life. No one will want Yanhan anymore.

The common people are the easiest to be satisfied. As long as they have enough to eat and their wives are hot on the bed, that will be enough.

As time goes by, the Han people in Liaodong will become accustomed to the rule of the Mongolian and Yuan people.

"Huh!" Zhang Bu exhaled a long breath, then turned around and looked into the city. In the military building at the gate of the city, Han soldiers were training in full swing.

It has been more than two years since the establishment of tens of thousands of Han households. The food and wages are sufficient, and there is plenty of oil and water. Every Han soldier is fat and strong, and well-equipped.

Of course they are not as good at fighting as the Meng Yuan people, but they can still be considered elite soldiers.

The soldiers are well fed!

The rule of the Meng Yuan people was as solid as a rock. But the rising tide lifted all boats.

He is an official Wanhu of the Han Dynasty. Although his status is far inferior to Wanhu of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, he is at least a Wanhu. There are only ten people in the entire Liaodong.

And Banbianzhang passed down his family through reading. In the imperial examination of the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties, one of Banbianzhang won the Jinshi, and he was among the best. He is now an official in the Ministry of Household Affairs.

In the future, he may become a minister or a senior official.

Banzhang is now like a tree, with its roots spread out, taking root deeply in the soil of the Mongolian and Yuan Empire, growing vigorously, and having a promising future.

"Our decision was not wrong. This world belongs to Meng Yuan." Zhang Bu put his hands on the female wall, with a smile on his face, and his whole person seemed to be radiating light.

When the Meng Yuan people invaded, half Zhang was divided into two. Most of the people stayed in Liaodong and were loyal to the Meng Yuan people. The other half fled to the Chu State.

Their weight is greater in betting on the Mongolian people.

They are optimistic about the Mongolian people.

"Da da da."

There was a sound of footsteps. Zhang Bu turned around and saw Zhang Yu, a confidant and fellow clan member, walking over. "General, there is news from Beishan Fort. Wu Nian is preparing for war and he is leaving the mountain."

Zhang Bu's face showed a look of disgust.

Everything was so beautiful. It was like white and tender rice porridge being cooked in an iron pot, but I accidentally found a mouse droppings.

Wu Nian.

This name was like a thorn stuck in Zhang Bu's throat. He wanted to reach out and pull it out, but he couldn't.

"I understand. Don't tell anyone." Zhang Bu opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of filthy air, saying in a deep voice.

"yes."

Zhang Yu responded with clasped fists.

then.

Surrounded by his own soldiers, Zhang Bu left the city, got on his horse, and galloped away to Jin Huanshan's mansion.

Since being defeated by Wu Nian and punished by the court, Jin Huanshan has also been in depression for a while, but after all, it is the Meng Yuan Wanhu who has great power and has long since recovered to its strength.

He is good at Chinese studies and also likes Chinese studies.

Painting in the study.

He was wearing a blue gown and a square scarf on his head, holding a brush in his hand and looking serious and focused.

Standing next to her was a beautiful concubine full of intellectual aura.

"My painting is really good." The beautiful concubine lowered her head and looked at the desk, her soft blue hair fell down, her red lips lightly opened, and she praised.

This beautiful concubine was originally a young lady from a wealthy family in Liaodong. In order to cling to the rich and powerful, she was sent to the mansion in Jinhuan Mountain to be a concubine.

She is good at painting, understands poetry, and has many things in common with Jin Huanshan, and is currently very popular.

"You taught me well." Jin Huanshan replied with a smile on his face.

At this moment, Zhang Bu walked in from the outside. After seeing this scene, he stood still at the door. Jin Huanshan raised his head and glanced at Zhang Bu, put down the brush in his hand, and looked up at his beautiful concubine.

The beautiful concubine bent towards Jin Huanshan very wisely, twisted her waist and left the study.

Zhang Bu turned his body sideways, bent slightly towards the beautiful concubine, then strode to Jin Huanshan's side and whispered.

"General Wu Nian is actively preparing for battle. He is about to leave the mountain."

Jin Huanshan's eyes sparkled, his heart began to ache, and his face became ugly. The past events of the last defeat appeared in his mind one after another.

"According to intelligence, Wu Nian's military strength has now expanded to twenty-two thousand households, including heavy armored soldiers, divine arm soldiers, and heavy armored cavalry. After the autumn harvest, there is sufficient food. It is precisely because the soldiers have enough food.

"

"Last time he only had seven thousand households, which made us miserable. This time we have to deal with him carefully."

Jin Huanshan took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in his heart, and his face returned to calm.

"That's right. We can't let him lead us away anymore. Last time, we took the initiative to attack Beishan Fort and fought with him in the mountains before he took advantage of us. This time we will use the city in our hands to fight against him.

"

Zhang Bu nodded, cupped his fists and said.

Although he is firmly on the side of the Meng Yuan people and believes that the Meng Yuan people will win the final victory, he has to admit that this little bug has grown into a wolf and should not be underestimated.

Zhang Bu also thought of that time, why didn't he kill Wu Nian while he was still a little bug?

If Ban Zhang had tried his best at that time, Wu Nian would have been unable to withstand it.

hateful!

Raising tigers brings disaster, indeed, raising tigers brings disaster.

The ancients never deceived me.

"That's right. Occupying the city is our advantage. We must learn from Sima Yi during the Three Kingdoms and cannot use our shortcomings to counter his strengths. We refuse to defend the city."

Jin Huanshan agreed very much, and after thinking for a while, he turned to Zhang Bu and said: "I will ask my Mongolian and Yuan households to assign four thousand captains to guard Ding and Yuan counties and cooperate with your Han soldiers.

"

"Let the officials work harder to collect all the taxes, prepare the equipment to defend the city, and hoard supplies."

"You also pass on the order. Let your tens of thousands of Han soldiers slow down their training, recharge their batteries, and prepare for battle."

"yes."

Zhang Bu showed a solemn expression, clasped his fists and bent down in response, then turned around and left.

Jin Huanshan left the desk, walked to the door of the study, faced the direction of Beishan Fort, raised his head and looked ahead.

"Wu Nian. This time we are fighting a positional battle. I have three cities and a force of two thousand households. How are you going to capture my city?"

"The same goes for Wan Yanxian, Jin Ruiyun, and Pugu Li all around. Let me see how you fight your way out of the mountain."

"Be good and be your mountain king."

Jin Huanshan took a deep breath, put his arms behind his back, and stood with his hands behind his back, showing a confident look.

They will not lose this battle.

Following the orders from the commanders of both sides, there were four Mongolian and Yuan households, four Han households, and soldiers and civilians from more than a dozen cities in Yingqing Prefecture and Guangyang Prefecture.

Beishan Fort has nine castles and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians.

Preparations for war began in an orderly manner, and a chilling air filled the sky.
Chapter completed!