The Fusang people's escape again had made Mao Wenlong give up the idea of continuing the pursuit, and it was better to wait for them to come to the door than to pursue them so much.

"Now that a big war is inevitable, there's no need to play these cat-and-mouse games. Adou, you also stop, recuperate, and wait for Fusang's big attack. After Mao Wenlong listened to the report, he immediately made a decision.

"Yes, Commander!" Adou gave up his hand.

"Chen Jisheng, transfer all the troops sent out, and don't worry about the affairs of the Fusang people for the time being. All you need to do now is protect the capital from the destruction of it. Mao Wenlong set his eyes on Chen Jisheng and said seriously.

"Yes, Commander!" Similarly, Chen Jisheng has no objection.

"Okay, then you all have a good rest, it is estimated that it will not be long before there will be some action between Fusang and Huang Taiji. You take this opportunity to recuperate and prepare for the big battle that lies ahead. Mao Wenlong said loudly.

"Yes, Commander!" The crowd said yes.

Here, Mao Wenlong has shrunk his forces and is no longer looking for trouble with Fusang. Luo Ge and Luo Weicai finally waited for the opportunity to go back to Jinguo, and after saying goodbye to Murakotaro, the two rode fast horses and hurried back to Jinguo to resume their lives.

After half a month, Huang Taiji finally waited for Luo Ge and Luo Weicai, and when he learned that he had been in contact with the Fusang people and had formed an alliance, Huang Taiji was immediately overjoyed.

"Logge, you really didn't disappoint Amma this time, okay, very good, hahaha......" Huang Taiji couldn't help laughing when he was happy.

"Toama's blessing, according to Elder Murataro, now we just have to wait for news from his side. He will launch a large-scale sneak attack on the capital of Liaodong after the men are ready, and then we can send troops to Liaodong and capture the city from elsewhere, so that Mao Wenlong will have a hard time taking care of everything. Rogge told Huang Taiji in detail the method that Murakotaro had discussed with him.

The latter nodded frequently when he heard this, obviously very satisfied. After a moment of silence, Huang Taiji made a decision: "This plan is very good, so I will act according to this plan." If the situation is good at that time, it is okay to give up attacking Xianbei and attack Liaodong instead. ”

With Fusang's help, Huang Taiji's mind became active again. Attacking Xianbei was a last resort, and Liaodong was where he really wanted, driving Mao Wenlong out of Liaodong and then occupying Liaodong was the best way to solve the crisis in Jinguo.

Huang Taiji attaches great importance to Liaodong, and he is also very optimistic about this rare opportunity, and he does not dare to slack off in the slightest. From that day on, they began to hoard soldiers and horses, waiting for the Fuso people to start the first battle.

Mao Wenlong only guessed that Huang Taiji and Fusang would make big moves, but he couldn't estimate what they would do? Fortunately, the strength of the Dongjiang Army is in front of them, even if Huang Taiji and Fusang unite, they will easily defeat the Dongjiang Army.

Out of confidence in the strength of the Dongjiang Army, Mao Wenlong was not very worried about the next big war. On the contrary, because of the calm of these days, he enjoyed some peaceful days.

Unfortunately, the peaceful days did not last long, and after ten days, news came from Phi Island. The navy blocking the coastline discovered the traces of the Japanese invaders, and this news made Mao Wenlong dare not be careless, and he immediately ordered Chen Jisheng to cheer up and prepare for the ensuing battle.

Due to the blockade from the sea, Murakotaro's plan was delayed for nearly ten days, and it was not easy to gather 3,000 Fuso samurai to reach Liaodong. The original plan was 5,000, but because of the martial law of the Dongjiang Army on the sea, some people were killed and wounded, and some were chased and beaten fiercely, and they would not be able to land for a while and a half.

Seeing that too much time had passed, in order to prevent changes over time, Murako Taro had to hastily launch another attack on Mao Wenlong. Of course, two days before the attack, he sent someone to inform Huang Taiji.

On November 15, the night of the full moon, Murako Taro led his 3,000 Fuso samurai to lurk on the outskirts of the capital.

Looking at the capital hidden in the night in front of him, Murako Taro had a hideous look on his face. The result of underestimating Mao Wenlong was that he directly lost more than 300 samurai men, and such a large casualty had never occurred, especially at sea, the Japanese Kou had always been a domineering existence, and when had they suffered such a big loss.

"Meizi, wait a minute, you will attack from the West City Gate with 1,500 men. Remember, don't get into battle, just attract the main force of the defenders. Murakotaro commanded in a deep voice.

"Yes, Elder!" In the Fusang Sect, even if it is a father and daughter, they can't be without rules. Meizi can only call her father an elder at this moment!

Murakotaro looked up at the sky, it was already the middle of the night, and it was time to make a move.

"Go ahead!" Murakotaro whispered.

Umeko took the order, and then turned and left, along with 1,500 Fuso samurai.

Fighting at night was almost impossible in ancient times, and everyone had night blindness to a greater or lesser extent. Moreover, in the case of large-scale melee, it is especially easy to injure one's own people by mistake, so the real big battle generally does not occur at night.

However, this time, Murakotaro broke the rules of this thousand-year-old battlefield. In fact, he was also sure that he would not accidentally injure his own people, and from the clothes of their samurai, he could easily distinguish who was his own man and who was the enemy.

The black night suit can hide their body well in the dark, and can also be used as the best sign to distinguish friend from foe. Therefore, Murakotaro is not worried at all that he will accidentally hurt his own people if he fights.

Fifteen hundred people, led by Meizi, quietly approached the walls of the capital, and the four fields were silent, as if everything was normal. However, Meizi didn't know that in the silent wilderness, there were twenty black-clothed people who were also dressed in black like them.

"Damn the Fusang people, there are so many people, if we hadn't been prepared for it, maybe we would have to catch them off guard." Adou lowered his voice and said in surprise.

"The more comes, the better, and it looks like we can kill a good one this time. I was holding my stomach a few days ago, and I can vent it well tonight. The gloomy voice came from Uncle Guan.

As the two spoke, fifteen hundred Fuso samurai had disappeared from their sight. Uncle Guan stood upright, glanced in the direction where the Fusang warrior disappeared, and said with a smile: "It seems that these guys are unlucky, they don't go anywhere else, but they chose the West City Gate, which happens to be the place where we focus on defense." ”