The generals were all happy and relieved.

It's like a hunter who has left the forest and returned home, with almost zero vigilance.

The decisive battle of Huanglong has come to an end. Even with the support of Wanhu with the surname "Qian", the number of Mongolian troops reached 110,000.

Even with the support of Slavic cavalry, we were still defeated.

We were defeated by our King of the Han Dynasty with tens of thousands of fire-headed troops. The commander-in-chief Chun Yuan and the ten thousand households Jin Xuanyun were killed in formation. They cut off their tails to survive. It is not yet known how many remaining defeated troops there are.

But the morale of the army must be shaken and the soldiers must be tired.

How can a defeated general be brave enough?

This kind of slackness is very dangerous.

But they are excellent generals after all. After listening to Wu Nian's words, most of the generals' eyes flashed and they became vigilant again.

"What does your Majesty mean, is it possible that they are still evil?" Zhao Mancheng pondered for a while and then asked cautiously.

Feng Chong immediately retorted: "Impossible. The hundreds of thousands of troops have been defeated. Now there are tens of thousands of remaining soldiers, what else can they do?"

"I agree with General Feng. A defeated general is nothing to worry about." Huang Hu hesitated for a moment before speaking in support of Feng Chong, a man with bad breath.

"No. Your Majesty is right. Their nine Meng Yuan ten thousand households are all brave and good at fighting. But if they withdraw from the battlefield in an organized manner, someone must be commanding them."

"Since someone is commanding, we have to be on guard. On the contrary, if they run away in a hurry like a piece of loose sand, there is nothing to worry about."

Wei Ru shook his head slightly, frowning slightly, feeling worried in his heart. At the same time, the wound on his arm felt like a heartbreaking pain.

Wu Nian felt distressed when he saw her trembling slightly, but it was hard to say anything in front of everyone.

Not rude, disrespectful to the Princess of Zhou.

After Wu Nian thought for a while, he said to Feng Chong: "Just in case, you lead the cavalry to Anding City. Keep a close eye on Qin Town in the city. If he leads his troops to escape, defeat him."

"I want to cut this man into pieces."

After saying that, Wu Nian's eyebrows showed a fierce look. Chunyuan was the chief culprit, and Qin Zhen was the traitor. Before the war, they also killed the spies of the Imperial City Division and the entire family of the county prime minister Wang Xue.

Not killing is not enough to vent your anger.

"Yes." Feng Chong clasped his fists, got on his horse and led the cavalry away.

"Huang Hu, Guan Jinhan. You lead your troops to clean up the battlefield. Armor, weapons, and corpses can be temporarily disposed of. First, transport our wounded back and replenish Meng Yuan's wounded soldiers."

"The Huotou Army will go back immediately to bury the pot and make rice."

"The remaining eight soldiers and horses. The seriously injured and moderately injured soldiers will be taken immediately to the camp for treatment. The slightly injured soldiers and horses will be treated on the spot, and the uninjured soldiers and horses will rest in place and remain vigilant to prevent unexpected events."

"Yes." As Wu Nian gave the order, the generals began to carry out the order. The Han army acted separately in an orderly manner, each performing its duties.

There were originally more than 90,000 soldiers and horses in the Eight Divisions. The casualties of the Han army in this battle were also very serious. In addition, the soldiers who were seriously injured and maligned were withdrawn.

There are about 50,000 people left.

The 50,000 soldiers and horses rested on the spot. The uninjured soldiers took off their helmets and sat on the ground, drinking water and eating dry food.

Soldiers who were slightly injured helped each other treat their wounds.

They had just defeated, and they exhaled a sigh of relief. They thought everything was fine. As the military order was issued, they also cheered up and were ready to take action at any time.

Wu Nian did not dare to neglect, and led more than a hundred imperial guards to ride horses and walk in front of the battle from time to time. He also sent spies to inquire about the movements of the defeated Meng Yuan army.

"I hope I'm worrying too much." He thought to himself.

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In the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, there were 90,000 households.

After the organized evacuation from the site of the decisive battle of Huanglong, we traveled north for three or four miles and stopped to rest in Wo Niu.

Wo Niu is an open plain with no danger to defend.

It is not a place where a defeated army can rely on.

There are 90,000 households, and there is no army food or equipment. They certainly cannot stay here for a long time.

Ten thousand households asked their close relatives to prepare their troops and horses, and at the same time they gathered together with their own soldiers.

Under the banner with the character "Wu", there is a small bench under Wu Canglong's buttocks, facing south. The armor on his body is covered in blood and damaged in several places. His face is covered with sweat and dirt, and he looks very embarrassed.

The other ten thousand households were separated on the left and right sides, also sitting on small benches. They looked very embarrassed.

They are all defeated generals.

But they are all generals of ten thousand households, proud bears and tigers, holding a fire in their hearts, a fire that can burn everything and change everything.

"Wu Canglong. I wanted to die, but you let me leave the battlefield. If you don't tell me why, I will fight with you today." Hou Wancheng raised his head and said coldly to Wu Canglong.

The other ten thousand households did not speak, but they all looked at Wu Canglong.

Chunyuan and Jin Xuanyun died in battle, but they escaped.

It's simply a shame and a shame.

"Stupid. The situation at that time was like a landslide. Who can turn the tide? I just died in vain." Wu Canglong was not polite and cursed Hou Wancheng. Then without waiting for the other party to get angry, Wu Canglong went straight to the point and said: "I plan to organize troops.

Fight hard."

"Strength to break out?" Ten thousand households all narrowed their eyes, their eyes shining brightly.

"That's right. The situation at that time could not be rectified without human resources. But it is different now. We have ninety thousand households, all of whom are brave and good at fighting and have extraordinary martial arts skills."

"We have prestige and can regroup the morale of the military."

"A true man. It's easy to defeat many with less. Think about how our ancestors founded the country back then. It was only after being surrounded and intercepted by countless Chu soldiers and winning repeated battles that we established the foundation of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty today."

"We, the nine-headed tigers, selected those who dared to die from the defeated army and launched an assault on Wu Nian."

"As long as we are determined to die, we will definitely win."

"On the contrary, the Han army won. Don't the victors have the heart to relax?"

"We lead a mortal army and attack a victorious army that is lax. We will win every battle."

"Huh?!!!!!!" Wu Canglong's suggestion did not surprise Wanhu. The sparkle in their eyes was as bright as the stars.

Wan Yanxian turned his head and looked at the defeated army. There were forty or fifty thousand people. For a decisive battle, this number of people was too few.

But the commando team fought hard to break through.

With nine large households as the spearhead and these few people as the backing, we can be invincible and turn the tide.

"I think it will work. But if we can enlist the help of Slavic cavalry, we will have a better chance of winning." Wan Yanxian swept away his decadence and raised his head in high spirits. The sound was like the collision of gold and iron, sonorous and powerful.

"Forget about the Slavs. I have already contacted them. They rejected my suggestion and suggested that I lead my troops back to Mongolia to rest."

Wu Canglong shook his head and sighed.

The Slavs were very warlike. But fighting in the enemy's territory and seeing the Mongol and Yuan Dynasties being defeated in the decisive battle, the general who led the army was worried.

"Don't worry about them. Even if there are no Slavs, our ninety thousand households are enough. Let's organize our troops."

Hou Wancheng said in a deep voice.

"Kill Wu Nian and win back all the dignity and strength we lost."

After saying that, he stood up holding on to the hilt of the knife at his waist, and the aura on his body rose from the ground, straight to the sky.

Damn Wu Nian.

Don't be complacent.
Chapter completed!