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

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

In the strong wind and rain, the vultures could not circulate and kept making loud screams.

On the battlefield.

The 200,000-house soldiers were chopping against each other like madmen. For them, no tactics or strategies mean anything.

There seems to be a magic power on the battlefield that makes them devote themselves to it.

There is only one purpose.

Cut off any enemies you can see.

Conquer the enemy.

The Han army had the upper hand in all, and the defeat of the Mongol Yuan seemed to be just a matter of time. Maybe it was at the next moment, maybe it was at the next hour.

In the Mongolian and Yuan military camp.

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

On the platform.

Chunyuan put on his armor and a helmet, took the sap from his personal soldiers, 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 the spear behind his back and led his personal soldiers to the high platform step by step. Under the platform, the commanders gathered war soldiers and looked up at Chunyuan step by step down the platform.

Looking at the acting prince of the Mongolian Yuan, the military minister, and the royal general Chun Yuan.

Despite the war in Liaodong, after a series of defeats, this did not damage his prestige. In the Mongolian and Yuan army, he was still a god of war.

He could not be defeated head-on.

The Han army achieved a series of victories only by relying on terrain and conspiracy.

A head-on decisive battle.

Wu Nian is definitely not a match for our Agent Prince.

"Charge with me." After Chun Yuan got off the platform, he turned over the war horse, continued to hold his spear on his back with his right hand, and pulled the horse reins with his left hand. He simply said four words, and then pulled the horse reins, turned his head and headed towards the camp gate.

"kill!!!!!"

The thousands of people from Chunyuan's headquarters roared loudly, followed Chunyuan like wolves and tigers, and the entire army went out of the camp gate and headed to the south of the battlefield.

Now the army of both sides is fighting for several miles, and the soldiers in front are fighting in a group. It is meaningless to lead the troops into the battlefield. It is only bypassing the battlefield and inviting Wu Nian to fight again.

Han army camp.

On the platform.

Wu Nian clearly saw the movements of Chunyuan's tribe.

The particularly huge "Jin" flag, surrounded by thousands of people, left the military camp with great momentum.

"Shirtful!" Wu Nian's left hand unconsciously pressed on the hilt of the knife around her waist, and her heart was ready to move.

I have been confronting Chunyuan for more than ten years, and I have been dreaming of Chunyuan's head that I cut off for more than ten years. I even dreamed of it, and I always woke up from my dream and found it was a dream.

Now, it's so close.

Cut Chunyuan's head.

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

Handsome.

Will not be necessary.

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

The guards of the inner guards were also very excited, looking at Wu Nian and their own king.

King of Han.

Liaodong tiger.

"Let us come on. King. Cut off Chunyuan's head, restore Liaodong, and expel the Tartars." Baihu knelt on one knee and let out the tiger's roar.

Go up.

Go up.

Restoring Liaodong and expelling the Tartars.

Just today.

"Please lead us to cut off Chunyuan's head, restore Liaodong, and expel the Tartars." The general flag, small flag, and soldiers all knelt down and asked.

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

The grudges of more than ten years have been broken down here.

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

"King!!!!" The guards of the inner guards were stunned for a long time, looking at Wu Nian in disbelief. Why. Why.

Pure far away, why doesn’t the king move?

They did not think that Wu Nian was timid. The timid people did not dare to start with three hundred elite soldiers and fight against the 100,000 soldiers of the Mongols.

How could a timid person lead them to destroy the country and slaughter the army? It is like taking a piece of food?

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

Military orders are like mountains.

Although the great guards were puzzled and they were unwilling to give up, since it was the king's order, they could only execute it.

"Yes!!!!" Baihu's eyes turned red, and he shed two unwilling tears. Then he reached out to wipe it, stood up and walked down the platform, went down to pass the order.

The other big guards stood up silently and endured silently.

Be patient.

It doesn't matter.

Even if we don’t go to the battlefield, just win.

Just win.

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

Wu Nian looked at these unwilling faces, clenched his fists together, and he was also very unwilling to accept it. His body trembled again, but he tried hard to calm himself down.

He is handsome.

It's the king.

Not a simple general.

You have to coordinate the overall situation instead of mindless charges.

"I am the King of Han. I hold nearly ten million soldiers and civilians of the Han Kingdom in my hand. Now, in the future, I cannot be reckless." Wu Nian said in his heart.

The huge sense of responsibility brought his rationality back, restored his eyes to clear, and stopped his body trembling.

He seemed to be a cold machine, continuing to stand on the platform, looking down at the battlefield, and taking all the changes into his eyes.

The handsome one.

Cold and ruthless.

General.

Passionate and desperate.

He is both handsome and general.

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

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

Now is not the time.

Inside the Han army's central camp.

The last power.

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

Every big guard is like a sculpture.

They all look like stones and iron blocks.

Moving in the heavy rain.

But their hearts were as passionate as fire. This flame could burn all enemies.

Burn enemies to death, or burn yourself to death.
To be continued...