When they got close, Han Xiner quickly dismounted and bowed to Chen Mu.
Seeing that Han Xiner was now a head taller than himself, Chen Mu patted his broad shoulders and then joked: "You have matured so much. You are no longer the young man behind me."
Han Xiner scratched his head and just smiled faintly. He didn't like to talk, but his feelings for Chen Mu were like those of a brother.
Even though he is now a prince and commands 20,000 soldiers, in his heart, this thin figure will always be his elder brother.
"Chen Ping'an, meet father."
Then Chen Ping'an slowly walked forward and bowed to Chen Mu.
With a loving look on his face, Chen Mu patted Chen Ping'an on the shoulder. He didn't say anything at the moment, but just looked at this resolute face quietly.
It can be seen that the two years of military life have changed the boy a lot. His whole body has become much bigger, and he is even wearing a battle armor, which makes him look very powerful.
Chen Mu missed this kid. In the past two years, late at night, he would always think back to when he took this kid to set off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year.
When he came, Chen Mu always wondered what this boy would look like after not seeing him for two years.
Even though he is not his biological son, his love for his son has only grown.
"Looking like a man!"
Hearing this, Chen Pingan was shocked, then raised his head and smiled faintly at Chen Mu: "With my father leading by example, I can't be far behind."
Han Xin'er patted Chen Ping'an on the shoulder, and then reported to Chen Muhui: "Ping'an has performed well in the military camp. Although he is only fifteen years old, his bravery in combat is admired by even some veterans in the army. Now he is in the army.
He became a centurion."
Chen Mu nodded happily, then looked at Chen Ping'an and warned: "Your uncle Han Xiner is the number one soldier in the world today. You must learn from him during this battle, do you understand?"
"It's natural."
After a while of greetings, Chen Mu led 40,000 Shu army sergeants into Hanzhong County.
Along the way, Chen Mu asked: "How many sergeants did you bring with you this time?"
"Five thousand soldiers were left to guard Wuwei Pass, and the remaining 20,000 soldiers were brought here."
"That's good. In this battle, we not only have to resist the invasion of the Tatar army, but we also have to recapture the Yanyun Sixteenth Prefecture. It is a tough battle."
Upon hearing this, even Han Xin'er, who had always been up to something clever, couldn't help but fall silent for a while.
After a long time, he said: "The attack on the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun is no less than the attack on Yizhou. The natural danger is that we only have 60,000 sergeants, which is really a bit reluctant. But now it is better to move the troops quickly. One hundred thousand Tatar cavalry will attack Taiyuan."
Brother Xiahou is afraid that he won't be able to defend the city for long."
Hearing this, Chen Mu's face also darkened severely.
"It's all your damn brother's fault, but he is Liu Si's brother after all. I don't want to take action this time. I'll leave the matter of cleaning up the family to your brother."
If Liu Jingtang had not surrendered to the enemy for no reason, how could the Tatar invasion have happened?
But now Han Xiner was silent for a moment, then looked back at the sunset, and just said: "It has indeed been several years since I last saw Brother Tongliu."
Hanzhong was still several hundred miles away from Taiyuan, and Chen Mu really wanted to leave on the same day, but his men had already been traveling through the stars and nights for several days, and they really needed a night's rest.
It wasn't until the early morning of the next day that the 60,000-strong army marched out of the city. Thinking back to what Han Xiner said yesterday, Chen Mu was really worried about Xiahou's condition.
Looking at the rising sun in the distance, Chen Mu just thought to himself: "Brother, wait for us!"
This battle has been filled with smoke for a whole month.
There were corpses under the city tower, including corpses whose heads had been chopped off with a knife, and Monan soldiers whose stomachs had been slashed with a knife and whose intestines were all scattered on the ground.
The wind is strong in Taiyuan. It is summer now. A gust of wind is blowing. In addition to the heat of the poet, it is also mixed with the smell of blood.
"The smell is so pungent."
Xiahou stood on the tower, smelling the smell brought by the wind.
This month-long period has only brought him a few vicissitudes. Apart from his slightly dull cheeks, his bun and beard are also much grayer, and he is no longer as good as he was a few years ago.
This is the first major battle he has participated in alone since he became a general.
Liu Jingtang suddenly surrendered to the enemy and the northern gateway was empty. When he learned that the Tatar army led 100,000 soldiers to attack Taiyuan, he led 25,000 men and rushed to defend the enemy.
The Tatar army was still as brave as ever, but fortunately, during this month, he held on with all his strength.
There were no casualties among the 150,000 people in Taiyuan!
Xiahou straightened his hair that was blown by the wind, and the thin figure could not help but appear in front of his eyes again.
That figure was obviously nearly ten years younger than him, but he still wanted to call him "big brother".
Then he laughed softly and said: "Brother, I, Xiahou, have not embarrassed you. I still defended this city for you. Come quickly."
But at this moment, a deputy general suddenly ran over and handed over a letter: "General, this is a letter written by the King of Shuchuan to you."
After hearing this, Xiahou took the letter and quickly tore it open and took a look.
He knew Chen Mu's handwriting, but he didn't write many words on the letter, just one sentence.
Within five days, Han Xiner and I will lead 60,000 armored troops to come to our aid. Brother, hold on!
Xiahou held the envelope and looked up and laughed. This was the first time he laughed in this month.
Even though he is now a general of Long Xia, in his eyes, Chen Mu will always be the backbone.
I just feel that once Chen Mu comes, everything will become anxious and will collapse in an instant.
When the deputy general on the side heard Xia Hou say this, he knew that reinforcements were coming soon.
After guarding for a full month, only 10,000 people were left out of the 25,000 people originally brought. The morale of the army was currently low. If reinforcements did not come, the city would be broken within ten days.
"Congratulations, general. With the strong strength of Datong City, these barbarians want to break through it in a short time. I'm afraid it's just a dream. When the King of Shuchuan comes in person, he will have to twist off Wanyan Liming's head!"
Xia Hou also smiled and nodded: "Tell all the soldiers the news and let them know that in five days, it will be the end of the Tatars."
"yes!"
When the deputy general went down to the army and delivered the news, the soldiers who were originally looking sad suddenly cheered.
"Is the King of Shuchuan coming?"
"The general is the brother of the King of Shuchuan, it must be right!"
"I heard that we have brought more than 60,000 people with us. When the time comes, we should cooperate inside and outside, and we must kill these Tatars to pieces!"
The morale of the army has soared. After all, the name Chen Mu is undoubtedly a resounding golden sign in the eyes of all the sergeants in Long Xia.
As long as Chen Mu is here, he will be invincible.
But behind the cheers, Xiahou was still careless. A small morale boost led Chen Mu and his party into a desperate situation.