The clouds in the sky were getting thicker and thicker, but the thunder and lightning stopped.

The rain is getting heavier and the wind is getting faster and faster.

Amidst the strong wind and heavy rain, the vultures could not move away and kept making high-pitched calls.

On the battlefield.

Twenty thousand soldiers and horses from ten thousand households were attacking each other like madmen. For them, any tactics or strategies were meaningless.

The battlefield seemed to have a kind of magic that made them devote themselves wholeheartedly to it.

There is only one purpose.

Kill any enemies you can see.

Defeat the enemy.

The Han army has the upper hand, and the defeat of the Meng Yuan Dynasty seems to be only a matter of time. Maybe it will be the next moment, maybe it will be the next hour.

In the Mongolian and Yuan military camp.

Except for Chunyuan on the high platform, others could not see the whole battlefield. Therefore, they did not know it and maintained a high fighting spirit.

On the high platform.

Chunyuan put on his armor, put on his helmet, took the Zhangba Mashan from the hand of the soldier, weighed it in his hand, and showed a look of satisfaction on his face.

Although I am old, my strength is still there.

He put his eight-foot-long horse across his back and led his soldiers step by step towards the high platform. Under the high platform, the captains gathered their soldiers and raised their heads to watch Chunyuan step by step down the high platform.

Looking at Chun Yuan, the acting prince of Meng Yuan, minister of military aircraft, and general of the clan.

Although the war in Liaodong went through a series of defeats, this did not damage his prestige. In the Mongolian and Yuan armies, he was still the God of War.

He cannot be defeated head-on.

The Han army only relied on terrain and conspiracy to achieve a series of victories.

A decisive battle.

Wu Nian is definitely no match for our Acting Prince.

"Charge with me." After Chun Yuan got off the high platform, he turned over on his horse, his right hand continued to be held across his back, and his left hand held the horse's rein. He said four simple words, reined in the horse's rein, turned the horse's head, and headed towards the camp.

Go through the door.

"kill!!!!!"

Ten thousand people from Chunyuan's headquarters roared loudly and followed Chunyuan like wolves and tigers. The whole army filed out of the camp gate and headed to the south of the battlefield.

Now the armies of the two sides have been fighting for several miles, and the soldiers in the front are fighting in a melee. There is no point in Chunyuan leading his troops to squeeze into the battlefield. They can only bypass the battlefield and invite Wu Nian to fight again.

Han army camp.

On the high platform.

Wu Nian clearly saw the movement in Chunyuan.

A particularly huge "gold" banner, surrounded by tens of thousands of people, left the military camp aggressively.

"Come on!" Wu Nian's left hand unconsciously pressed on the handle of the knife at his waist, and his heart was ready to move.

He had been confronting Chunyuan for more than ten years, and he had been fantasizing about cutting off Chunyuan's head for more than ten years. He even dreamed about it, and every time he woke up from the dream, he found that it was Huang Liang's dream.

Now, it's very close.

Cut off Chunyuan's head.

This obsession troubled Wu Nian's heart, but he finally let it go.

Handsome and moving.

There will be no need to move.

Wu Nian let go of the handle of the knife with his left hand, and the trembling with excitement stopped. He turned around and looked at the Ouchi guard beside him.

The imperial guards were also very excited, looking at Wu Nian and their king.

King of Han.

Liaodong tiger.

"Lead us up, Your Majesty. Cut off Chunyuan's head, liberate Liaodong, and expel the Tartars." Hundreds of households knelt down on one knee and roared like a tiger.

Come on.

Come on.

Recover Liaodong and expel the Tartars.

Just today.

"Please, Your Majesty, lead us, cut off Chunyuan's head, regain Liaodong, and expel the Tartars." The general flag, the small flags, and the soldiers all knelt down and begged.

Everyone shows a look of desire, and everyone shows a look of hatred.

The grudges of more than ten years are finally settled here.

Wu Nian said calmly: "Send the order. Let Wang Gui lead the troops to fight. I will not move."

"Your Majesty!!!!" The Ouchi guards were stunned for a long time, looking at Wu Nian in disbelief. Why. Why.

Chunyuan moved, why didn't the king move?

They did not think that Wu Nian was timid. A timid person would not dare to start with 300 elite soldiers to fight against the soldiers of 100,000 households in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.

How can a coward lead them to destroy a country and slaughter an army, just like picking something out of a bag?

But why!!!!!!!!!!!!

Military orders are like mountains.

Although the imperial guards were confused and unwilling, since it was the king's order, they had no choice but to carry it out.

"Yes!!!!!!!" Baihu's eyes were red, and he shed two tears of unwillingness. Then he stretched out his hand to wipe away, stood up, and walked down the high platform himself, and went down to deliver the order.

The rest of the Ouchi guards stood up silently and endured silently.

Be patient.

It doesn't matter.

Even if we don't go to the battlefield, as long as we win, that's fine.

As long as you win, that's fine.

"It's not the time yet. When my power is exhausted, I will have no room for maneuver. I feel the danger. Chunyuan must have a backup plan."

Wu Nian looked at the unwilling faces and clenched his fists together. He was also very unwilling and his body started to tremble again, but he tried hard to calm down.

He is handsome.

It's the king.

Not just a general.

You have to coordinate the overall situation rather than rush into battle mindlessly.

"I am the King of Han. I hold nearly ten million soldiers and civilians of Han in my hands. Now and in the future, I cannot be reckless." Wu Nian thought to himself.

The huge sense of responsibility brought his rationality back, his vision regained its clarity, and the trembling of his body stopped.

He seemed like a cold machine, continuing to stand on the high platform, overlooking the battlefield, taking in all the changes.

Handsome one.

Cold and ruthless.

General.

Passionate and reckless.

He is both handsome and a general.

When he sits in a handsome position, he is a calm person.

When he picked up the horse and charged into battle, he was a passionate person.

Now is not the time.

Inside the main camp of the Han Army.

The final strength.

The imperial guards of Wang Gui's department gathered under the high platform, with armor on their bodies and weapons in their hands, waiting silently in the heavy rain.

Every Ouchi guard is like a sculpture.

They are all like stones and iron blocks.

Motionless in the heavy rain.

But their hearts are as passionate as fire. This flame can burn all enemies to death.
To be continued...