Good fortune will never come alone.

When a country's fortune begins to decline, there will be only bad news and no good news.

Chunyuan, a prince of the Yuan Dynasty, was in charge of ten thousand soldiers in Liaodong. He was also one of the ten thousand families. He was brave and good at fighting, and was the small group of people at the highest level of the entire Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.

He was deeply bound to the entire Mongol Empire.

As the country's fortune declines, how can he be safe?

The news of the fire in Xiaoshan Camp finally reached Chunyuan's ears.

The front line of the confrontation between the Chu army and the Mongolian Yuan.

The heavily guarded Chunyuan Camp.

Inside the Central Army's tent.

Chunyuan sat on the Taishi chair, wearing a black leather jacket, a round iron helmet on his head, and a steel knife hanging around his waist. He sat in the main seat with an expressionless face.

Not long after, four thousand households walked in from outside, their faces were all solemn. They looked up at Chunyuan, clasped their fists and bent over, but did not speak, and came to the positions on both sides to sit down.

"You all know the news. Now not only is the shortage of food. Wu Nian still has war horses. Since Wu Nian started the army, no one year will not be conquered, and no one year will not be increased. Not one year will not be released. Wu Nian's

The strength will definitely increase greatly."

"At that time, we will be attacked from both sides. I am afraid that the entire army will be wiped out. I plan to withdraw from Nanhai Prefecture and manage Huanglong Prefecture, Guangchuan Prefecture, and Guangyang Prefecture first. I wonder what you think?"

Chunyuan let out a long breath, and the expression on his face finally changed a little, which was unwillingness and decadence. His hands were clenched into fists, revealing blue veins, and placed them on the handrail.

Four thousand households are silent.

I'm really unwilling to accept it.

Their ten thousand households went south, and in just a few months, they swept over the five prefectures and thirty-two counties in Liaodong and swallowed 99% of the land in Liaodong.

Just a Beishan Fort, a hundred households were not captured and ignored by them.

It is really [a thousand-mile embankment, destroyed by an ant hole].

Whether you are a human being or a general, you must never ignore any small dangers.

Such a huge Chu State, the Liaodong generals of more than 100,000 were not in their eyes.

Only this little Wu Nian raised his army with three hundred elite soldiers in the small flag, fought for several years, and finally grew into the lord of a mansion, holding tens of thousands of elite soldiers.

There are good generals and good ministers under his command.

He is even more dangerous than Chu State.

Really.

Not willing to accept it.

But what can we do if we are unwilling to give up? Now that they are not as good as food and grass, they can no longer confront Xiong Wuwo, nor can they be enemies with Wu Nian and Xiong Wuwo.

Only by withdrawing from Nanhai Prefecture, operating Huanglong Prefecture, Guangchuan Prefecture, Guangyang Prefecture, and Xiong Wuwo and Wu Nian were divided into Liaodong three times, and then he made a fuss.

The five people here are veterans with rich experience on the battlefield and know when to go and when to let go.

Now.

Only let go.

"yes."

One of the Wanhu raised his head and clasped his fists to Chunyuan.

"Yes." The other tens of thousands of households also raised their heads. Although they were extremely unwilling to give up, they still gritted their teeth.

"Okay. You all go back. Retreat tomorrow." Chunyuan stood up and nodded slightly.

"yes."

The four ten thousand households responded again, stood up and clasped their fists at Chunyuan, each holding the steel knife at his waist, and turned around and left.

The battle is unfavorable, even thousands of households will be blind. Their backs are inevitably desolate.

"Why!!!!"

Chunyuan sat down for a long time before sighing quietly. Then he couldn't help but burst out. He picked up his pen and dipped it ink, and wrote two words on a piece of paper.

Wu Nian.

He put the paper on a wooden stick, then pulled out the steel knife around his waist, and with a click, he cut the wood into pieces.

Wu is Wu.

Year is the year.

The paper fell down.

"Wu Nian. Don't be proud. When I recover my energy, I will definitely cut off your head and send it to the tribute to Jinhuan Mountain and Puguli."

Chunyuan held a steel knife in his hand, his face was ferocious and he said with gritted teeth.

The next morning.

The five thousand households of the Mongolian Yuan built pots and made rice before dawn. When dawn, they set up camps and camps and rolled back to Huanglong Mansion in the north.

On the county town occupied by Xiong Wuwo.

Hanging the banner of "Chu" and flying in the wind. The soldiers lined up on the city walls, their armor was bright, their spears were cold, and a solemn and murderous aura rushed straight into the sky.

This Chu soldier is also powerful.

The general Xiong Wuwo, who received the news, and the governor of Liaodong Wu Jing, climbed the city wall to watch the Mongolian and Yuan army retreat.

Xiong Wuwo was wearing armor, majestic and mighty, catching up with Guan Zhang back then.

Wu Jing was wearing a blue long gown and looked like an ordinary scholar.

"Chu Yuan really retreated. It seems that Wu Nian really burned Xiaoshan Camp." Xiong Wuwo's ​​tiger eyes shone brightly, and he held the steel knife at his waist tightly with his left hand and said in a deep voice.

"I'm afraid it's. Wu Nian. It's really terrible." Wu Jing nodded slightly with a serious face.

The Chu State has been operating in Liaodong for many years, so naturally there are many news channels.

Although the incident happened within the territory of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty and they could not get first-hand news, they could get delayed second-hand news.

They now know that Wu Nian had invaded the Mongol Yuan territory, but they didn't know the situation of Xiaoshan Camp.

But you can guess it by guessing it.

Wu Nian burned Xiaoshan camp, otherwise Chunyuan would not have been able to withdraw his troops.

"For decades, Wu Nian was the first general to invade the Mongol Yuan. Such a person is of course terrible." Xiong Wuwo said.

Then he looked up at the departure of the Meng Yuan warriors and suddenly said, "Mr. Wu. Do you think if I lead my troops to pursue you, can you break through Chunyuan? Then take the opportunity to restore the entire Liaodong?"

Wu Jing was moved. If Xiong Wuwo could really do it, then he would have decided.

But Xiong Wuwo himself sighed first, shook his head and said, "What a pity. I can only think about it. If I lead my troops to pursue him, I am afraid that I will be killed by Chun Yuan and others."

"The person who came. Send a spy to stare at Chunyuan's movements and see where they retreat."

"Yes." The personal soldiers agreed and turned around.

Soon, Xiong Wuwo and Wu Jing received the news that Chunyuan completely withdrew from the Nanhai Mansion and returned to the old nest Huanglong Mansion to occupy it.

With Xiong Wuwo's ​​order, the Chu army advanced as a whole and occupied the entire Nanhai Prefecture.

Liaodong finally scored three points.

A prefecture of Chu State.

Wu Nian's Mansion.

The three palaces of the Mongols and Yuan people.

The power of the Mongols and Yuan people further declined in Liaodong.

As Wu Nian led his troops into the Mongolian Yuan land, a fire burned the Xiaoshan camp. The situation in Liaodong finally underwent earth-shaking changes.

At this moment, Wu Nian led three thousand-house soldiers who were scarred but also had great achievements and returned to Yingqing Prefecture.

By the way.
Chapter completed!