Morning.

After yesterday's battle, the morale of the Han army was high. In the military camp, both soldiers with missions and soldiers without missions were gearing up.

The soldiers who were assigned to stand guard and patrol naturally did not dare to be distracted and carried out their tasks conscientiously. Those soldiers who were not assigned to tasks were all in their tents, talking loudly with their brothers in the tent.

Chinese army camp.

In a tent, Xiaoqi Dingli and his soldiers were talking excitedly.

They were all wearing close-fitting shorts, but they were still hot and sweating all over. The tent was filled with the stench of men's sweat.

"The weather is really hot. I really want to have a fight with the Meng Yuan people. Either kick off your legs and lie on the ground to rest. Or go back to Jiang County and live a comfortable life."

Soldier Zhang Shitou sat on the small bench, stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat, and said.

"Who says it isn't? It's really hot." Soldier Liu Guang nodded and said.

In fact, whether the weather is hot or not is secondary. The most important thing is to regain Liaodong and expel the Tartars. The final battle is about to begin.

All the Han soldiers were excited.

Be it success or failure.

Hurry up and fight to determine the winner.

asshole.

"You are thinking too simply. Each side has hundreds of thousands of troops, so they don't just start fighting. Yesterday's battle between General Feng and Jin Xuanyun was one of the tests. Of course, we won."

"Next, there are still trials and competitions."

Xiaoqi Dingli, who was more experienced, smiled and shook his head.

"That's really annoying." When the soldiers heard this, they immediately frowned, as if they would be miserable if they didn't fight.

Ding Li was filled with emotion when he saw this scene.

Although they are all imperial guards, they are neither from noble families nor wealthy families. They are all farmers and residents.

There are wives and children at home, some of whom have just been born and are waiting to be fed.

Family life is very happy.

If possible.

Who is willing to lick blood from the edge of a knife and participate in a war? But the king said it.

Home.

There are big families and small families.

The country is everyone, and your family is your small family. If the country perishes, then your small family will also be gone.

As the saying goes.

Under the overwhelming nest, how can there be any eggs?

When the country is gone and foreigners invade, the family is destroyed. The wife and children are just pieces of meat.

For everyone, for our little family.

They just picked up weapons, joined the army, followed the king, and fought against the Mongolians. Some of them had already fought for the rest of their lives.

Ding Li thought of this and felt something. He stood up and walked aside, took down a cloth bag hanging on the wall and took out a lock of hair.

Looking at the lock of hair in his hand, Ding Li's face showed infinite tenderness.

This is the hair that his wife gave him before he left for the war. It was collected bit by bit from the comb.

"This long hair is me. You were ordered to go on an expedition, and I will be with you."

That's what my wife said.

"Come on. Let's have a fun decisive battle. Winner and loser. We Han people will not lose." After a long time, the tenderness on Ding Li's face turned into coldness, and he stuffed his hair back into the bag, thinking in his heart

Secret passage.

Suddenly, there was a burst of rapid footsteps.

A soldier broke in from outside and said, "It's almost time to change the shift. You guys should get ready."

"Okay." Ding Li responded and greeted his brothers. They helped each other put on their armors and jackets, picked up their weapons, and walked out of the tent in high spirits.

The so-called morale and murderous intent are intangible and qualityless things.

But at this time, it seemed to have materialized. Above the entire Han army camp, it seemed like a sea, with turbulent waves, lightning and thunder.

The murderous aura turned into a dragon, making waves in the sea.

The Han army could not wait to drink the blood of their enemies.

...........

Inside the Chinese military tent.

Wu Nian, wearing a white robe with a golden dragon embroidered on the chest and a golden crown on his head, was enjoying breakfast.

There are no good ingredients in the army. But the Ouchi guards have tried their best to make the dishes delicious and delicious.

Wu Nian didn't care about the taste, as long as he had a large amount and was full. After eating, he felt full. He squinted his eyes, feeling a little lazy.

"Da da da." An imperial guard came in from the outside, said, "I'm sorry," and then quickly walked to Wu Nian's side and whispered a few words.

Wu Nian's face showed a strange look, he raised his head and said: "Go and invite the generals to see you."

"Yes." The Ouchi guard responded, turned around and went down.

"Confusing right and wrong, you lost and said you won. Chunyuan is shameless and slick." Wu Nian thought about it again and thought it was quite interesting. He smiled and shook his head.

A battle on the scale of thousands of households.

For the decisive battle involving hundreds of thousands of troops, the impact was actually minimal. Even if Feng Chong defeated Jin Xuanyun.

Junyuan's move was clever and smoothed out the impact of the defeat.

If Feng Chong killed Jin Xuanyun, it would be a huge shock. The Han army's chances of winning would skyrocket.

Thinking of this, Wu Nian's face showed regret again.

Feng Chong, this kid, makes a loud noise. He said that if he didn't want to kill Jin Xuanyun, he would behead me.

What's the result?

Jin Xuanyun's head still grows on his body.

His head still grows on his body, and his skin is not ordinary thick.

There were generals from each household, and their headquarters barracks were far or near from the main camp of the Chinese army. Of course, they came quickly and slowly. After a long time, the last guard came in.

Wei Ru wanted to salute Wu Nian, but Wu Nian raised his hand first to indicate that she did not need to be polite. After Wei Ru sat down, Wu Nian told the generals the news he had received.

After hearing this, all the generals also showed strange expressions.

Feng Chong slapped the coffee table and stood up, blew his beard angrily, glared, and shouted: "Shameless. Shameless. Confusing right and wrong, turning defeat into victory."

"What are you talking about? I fled in embarrassment and returned to the camp with only dozens of people."

"Chunyuan. Shameless old thief. I, Feng Chong, have no sworn relationship with him."

After the scolding, Feng Chong was still angry, stamped his feet and muttered: "Destroy my reputation, destroy my reputation."

"Bastard. Old thief."

This boy was indeed wronged and insulted. Wu Nian did not scold him and allowed him to vent his emotions. The other generals were not so generous.

Including Li Yunchong and Zhao Mancheng, two surrendered generals from Goguryeo.

The generals either sneered or gloated.

After a long time, Feng Chong calmed down a little and sat back, but he still looked angry.

Wu Nian also spoke: "Chunyuan is indeed Chunyuan, he is very sophisticated. You cannot be careless when dealing with such an opponent."

"Let's discuss the next tactics."
Chapter completed!