On the city wall.

fell into deathly silence.

Lu Yanxun and other Han soldiers held their heads high and looked at their masters with excitement and pride. Qi Min, Dorbo and others were dumbfounded.

Although they hope that Zhang Zhen can win.

If Zhang Zhen doesn't win, they will collapse.

But when Zhang Zhen actually won, they found it incredible.

Mongolian Yuan Dynasty captain.

Imperial warrior sequence.

Zhu Changsong was originally unknown in the east, but he killed Sushun Houhauge with one move. He had just established a strong image.

As a result, the nephew of the King of Han was so young that he could even be said to be.

Zhang Zhen, the "little brat with no hair at all", was killed neatly.

The Meng Yuan people are powerful, really too powerful.

No wonder the Mongolian Yuan people, also a tribe from the White Water and Black Mountains, were able to establish the Mongolian Yuan Empire and rule all the tribes in the northeast.

At that time, their ancestors were forced to sign a city alliance with the Mongolian people, and they were exploited by the Mongolian people for many years.

Not unjust.

Not unfair.

But the Han people are not weak either. No, the Han people are now more powerful than the Mongolian people.

Among the eastern tribes, there are also some memories, or some things burned into the genes, that have been passed down.

During the Han and Tang dynasties, the heavenly soldiers of the Celestial Empire swept across the barbarians.

Wei Qing, Huo Qubing.

Although thousands of years have passed, the glory of the Han and Tang Dynasties still exists.

Now the flag of Yanhan has been carried up by the King of Han.

Qi Min and other tribal leaders looked at each other, and the morale that had just been on the verge of collapse was once again gathered together, and it became unprecedentedly strong.

The Mongolian people are so cruel in exploiting them, so those Mongolian people who use special codes.

Embrace the King of Han, follow the footsteps of the King of Han, and destroy the Mongolians.

Dorbo's mood was very complicated. He was glad that his life could be saved, but he was also sad to know that he was no longer destined for the position of Marquis Sushun.

Lu Yanxun was not stunned, and shouted: "Ten of us go down and help you bring back the bodies, horses, and weapons of the Meng Yuan people."

There was no time to remove the armor on the battlefield, so the body had to be brought back.

"yes."

A small flag officer responded first, greeted his subordinates excitedly, got off the city wall and exited the city gate.

Qi Min also reacted and wanted to send troops to attack the Meng Yuan military camp. But remembering Zhang Zhen's order to Jin Tie to organize and subdue ten thousand households, he endured it.

Unless he has a brain convulsion, he will challenge Zhang Zhen's authority.

At the gate of the city, Jin Tie organized five soldiers from thousands of households and got ready to go. Jin Tie did not mention it for the moment, but the morale of the five soldiers from thousands of households was low.

Their leader has just been killed.

They didn't have enough armor or heavy siege machinery.

There is not enough training, and there is no military discipline.

To put it simply, it is a mob.

Let alone low morale, it's already pretty good without collapse.

When they learned that Zhang Zhen had won, they all felt incredible. Their eyes widened and they looked towards the city gate.

When Zhang Zhen returned with the heads of Zhu Changsong and Hauge, the morale of the Sushun soldiers increased visibly to the naked eye.

"My sons, I have avenged the former lord. According to the tradition of Sushun, I am now the lord of Sushun. This is the head of Zhu Changsong. In my eyes, the Meng Yuan people are nothing. Even they have no

How can I be stronger than you? Just let me train you and arm you. You are also a master of tigers and wolves."

Zhang Zhen spoke loudly to thousands of households in Sushun in his jerky Mongolian. After a pause, he said again: "Young men."

"The Mongols are exploiting us Sushun people. Let us provide beautiful women for their powerful men to enjoy and provide capable men for the battlefield."

"Every year, there are countless amounts of gold, silver, pearls, ginseng, and furs. So much so that you can't even feed your own children, so you have no choice but to throw them away in the wild and let jackals take them away."

"It's time to resist. Gather around me, respond to the banner of the [Big Han], follow me to fight out of the city, and break through the Meng Yuan camp outside the city."

"kill!!!"

After saying that, Zhang Zhen's face turned red, veins popped out on his forehead, and his roar went straight to the top of the clouds. He turned his horse's head, raised the horse in his hand, and rushed out of the city gate first.

"kill!!!!!"

Lu Yanxun and other Han soldiers gathered around Zhang Zhen and rushed out of the city gate with Zhang Zhen surrounded.

Five thousands of Sushun warriors also roared, carrying crude ladders, and rushed out with Zhang Zhen.

Dahan, Dahan, Dahan.

Although I cannot be a Han Chinese in this life, being a vassal of the Han people is definitely better than being a vassal of the Mongolian people.

Kill, kill, kill.

Simply put.

The glory of Han and Tang Dynasties.

The King of Han's solid achievements, coupled with Zhang Zhen's extraordinary martial arts skills displayed before their eyes, made the warriors of thousands of households become.

"Spiritual Han Chinese".

Although he has no Han ancestry, he firmly stands on the side of the Han people.

The barbarians admire the strong, incisively and vividly.

This powerful spiritual power is combined with the same physical fitness as the Mongolian people. They are a tribe living between white water and black mountains.

Under the cruel law of survival of the strong and elimination of the old and the weak, he is a natural-born warrior.

The power exerted is unparalleled.

if only.

As long as Zhang Zhen is given enough time, he can consolidate his troops and compete with the same number of Mongolian and Yuan soldiers.

And now, Zhang Zhen is going to lead these five thousand soldiers to capture a Mongolian and Yuan camp guarded by a thousand-man captain.

In the Mongolian and Yuan military camp.

After the ten centurions learned the news, they immediately gathered in the big tent.

Everyone's faces looked ugly.

"There are tens of thousands of them. Now that their morale has increased, they will definitely attack us violently. All the great men died in the battle. We are leaderless, so we might as well abandon the camp and retreat."

A centurion suggested.

But the other centurions looked at him with disdain. A centurion with a scarred face said: "Without the centurion, we will not be the organic soldiers of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty."

"Although the death of the captain in battle affects morale, it does not affect our operations. I propose that we elect a new captain and refuse to defend the camp and wait for reinforcements."

"good."

"agree."

The scar-faced centurion's proposal quickly gained the approval of the other centurions. A centurion was quickly elected and prepared for battle.

Even though the Battle of Liaodong had weakened the Mongolian people.

However, the Mongolian people have a martial tradition and a strong army's blood-forming ability. If thousands of households are killed in battle, the commander of a thousand will be promoted. If the commander of a thousand is killed in battle, the commander of a hundred will be promoted.

This terrifying fighting nation should not be underestimated.

Moreover, they have a large number of armors and war coats. In comparison, Zhang Zhen's Sushun Wanhu are just a bunch of rabble.

This battle.

Zhang Zhen must win.
Chapter completed!