King of Han, the first year of Jianwu.

September 28th.

Han Palace.

Inside the Pepper Room Hall.

Wu Nian was wearing a Han King's uniform and a black winged crown. With his tall figure and heroic face, he was really the best gift for the king.

In front of him were brothers who were one year apart.

Wu Yu, Wu Ting.

Wu Nian had a kind expression and a gentle tone to ask about his second son's studies. Wu Yu answered one by one like a little adult. Wu Ting hesitated and looked down at his toes.

Although he is a mother.

But the two sons have completely different personalities and intelligence.

Wu Yu was very quiet, and his behavior seemed to be a little adult, and he was well-behaved. He looked very ordinary, but in fact he had very high intelligence and was very good at reading.

In addition to intelligence, he is also wise and good at insight.

The young tutor of the prince praised Wu Yu as the "virtuous prince". Wu Nian also often said to Liu Xiang in private. "The prince is the head of the protecting family."

Every time Liu Xiang is full of joy and is very happy.

In comparison.

Wu Nian's eldest son Wu Min was quite powerful.

And Wu Ting.

Looking at this son, Wu Nian shook his head in his heart. The Lord of Wealth. But the stupid son is also his own son.

Wu Nian loved Wu Ting more and said, "San'er. I will tell the prince's young tutor to be more tolerant of you in studying and make time to do what you like to do."

After saying that, he waved and asked Wu Ting to sit in his arms, stroking the back of his head.

"Yes." Wu Ting was very happy and nodded vigorously. Reading is the most annoying. It is better to play.

"Er'er. I'm leaving soon. I'm not worried at home. But in state affairs, you are the governor. You have to listen to the words of the chief assistant Liu Zhixing, listen more, read more, and say less. Do you know?"

Wu Nian said to Wu Yu again.

"Yes." Wu Yu bowed and said, "I wish my father a victory and a prosperous martial arts fortune."

"Okay." Wu Nian nodded with a smile.

Wu Ting was confused and didn't know what was going on.

As the troops were approaching, Wu Nian took a lot of time to accompany his wife and children, especially Queen Liu Xiang, and two legitimate sons.

At the end of September.

morning.

In the palace hall, Wu Nian summoned important officials of the court and officers over a hundred households in the army currently inside and outside Jiang County.

Wu Nian sat on the imperial throne and looked at the civil and military officials in the hall. More than a hundred people in the hall were orderly, all of whom were slightly lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Wu Nian.

Wu Nian said: "According to the plan, we will send troops tomorrow."

"Apart from Zhang Jin, Liu Wu, and the two generals, as well as the ten thousand garrisons and navy of each prefecture, all the other generals entered Huanglong Mansion."

"There are 11,000 war soldiers in total."

"There are 100,000 soldiers in the Mongol Yuan. We are evenly matched in this battle."

"On the battlefield, when we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. I believe you all understand this principle."

"yes."

All civil and military officials all responded loudly. Everyone looked excited, even Zhao Mancheng, Li Yunchong, and Zhao Yanting.

"This is a real decisive battle. The merits and wealth are at your fingertips." Zhao Yanting's heart was already full of passion.

Li Yunchong and Zhao Mancheng looked at each other and thought in a sympathetic manner.

"As a general, I have no regrets in my life to be able to participate in a decisive battle of this level."

"Mengyuan Dog. First drive you out of Liaodong, then slaughter your species. Avenge my whole family." Long Qi clenched his fists, and his heart was vicious.

With more than 100,000 troops, how to march is a technical job. Wu Nian immediately arranged the order of advancement of the troops. After everything was explained, Wu Nian stood up and glanced at the officers present and above.

These faces are young and old. Officers are not warriors. Of course, warriors need young and strong, and officers need prestige and command ability.

Among these hundreds of households and thousands of households, Wu Nian could call out many names, and a few were very familiar with them. They were the Beishan Fort people who raised their troops together back then.

More than ten years have passed.

Many of the big-headed soldiers of that year have already achieved success.

Wu Nian took a deep breath and said, "It's been so many years. Even if I don't say anything, I believe you are already full of passion."

"I believe these words have been imprinted into your bones."

"Not to mention expelling the Tartars and restoring Liaodong."

"But I think I should say a few words."

After saying that, Wu Nian said loudly: "Come on my sword."

"Yes." The big inner guard guarding outside the hall immediately responded loudly and hurriedly went down. Not long after, the big inner guard received a sword for Wu Nian.

From the outside, this sword is ordinary.

With a clanging sound, Wu Nian drew out his sword, a cold light shone, and then restrained it. This knife was actually ordinary.

It's just a good steel knife.

No matter how good the steel knife is, a few times the cut will cause a gap.

Since Wu Nian started his army, I don’t know how many good knives have broken. This knife has been with him for the longest time.

King.

In recent years, he has rarely used a knife to attack people on the battlefield.

"Good knife." Wu Nian raised the steel knife in his hand and gently stroked the blade, as if he was treating his lover, with deep affection and loyalty.

Soon, the deep affection in his eyes turned into a strong murderous intent, and he raised his head to look at the officers and generals again.

"Brothers, I have been in the army for fourteen years. How many people have buried their bones in a foreign land because of me and died in namelessness. How many people follow me and have fought for the rest of their lives without regret."

"The enemy in this battle is very strong. There are 100,000 households in the Mongolian Yuan. A fighting nation."

"But I believe I am stronger."

"I will use this knife to cut off Chunyuan's head. Seize the Huanglong and pay tribute to the dead soldiers with Chunyuan's head."

"Brothers, I also know that some people are now at ease. I think that with the national strength of the Han Dynasty, there will be a second time."

"But I will tell you clearly. I definitely don't want the second Northern Expedition. I will decide Huanglong this time. If I fail, I will choose to die in Huanglong Mansion."

"Either you will be triumphant or die in the battlefield, and there is no third way to choose."

"Brothers, follow me to die."

After saying that, Wu Nian raised the steel knife in his hand, and the fierce voice roared like thunder in the hall, like a war drum.

War arose, and the sound of killing appeared.

"I wish to die with the king." The officers and generals immediately became excited, knelt down on their knees, bowed to the king, and raised their heads to reveal their red cheeks full of excitement.

How can the elites in a hundred battles be afraid of death?

It is also an honor to die with the king for Yan Han.

"Okay. They are all good brothers." Wu Nian applauded, then laughed.

Zhao Mancheng and Li Yunchong were both shocked. They have been joining the Han army for a long time, but this is the first time they encountered such a scene.

This is the Han army.

The Han army had a spirit that Goguryeo did not have.

"This is the reason for our failure. This is also the power of the hero's reign." Zhao Mancheng and Li Yunchong looked at each other and said in his heart.

Wu Nian put away his laughter and said, "Since there is only life and death here, I have to talk about what happened after death. If I unfortunately die in the battlefield, what should the country do?"
Chapter completed!