Wu Nian never communicated with Meng Yuan's envoys.

For Meng Yuan's envoy, it is up to him to kill or bury.

Chunyuan went the other way, and for the Ouchi guards sent by Wu Nian to write a war book. Although he was not considered an envoy, he was well entertained, and he was full of wine and food before he was put back.

With Chunyuan's reply, the Ouchi guards left the Mengyuan camp and galloped towards the Han army camp.

Soon, he came to the outside of the big tent of the Chinese army. Before he had time to breathe, he took Chunyuan's reply, turned over and dismounted, and hurried into the big tent.

"The King. This is a reply from Chunyuan. ”

The Ouchi guard gasped slightly, lowered his head and handed the delicate small box to Wu Nian.

Wu Nian stretched out his hand to take it, opened the small box, and took out Chunyuan's reply, looking at it sentence by sentence. With a look of joy between his eyebrows, he stood up and walked in front of Wei Xiang, handed the letter to the other party, and said: "After more than ten years of fighting, the curtain will come to an end in three days." ”

"Hmm." Wei Xiang hummed softly, both happy and worried. Chunyuan agreed to the decisive battle so readily, which proves that Chunyuan really has hole cards in his hands.

But the arrow had to be fired.

It's not good to water the fire anymore.

Wei Yu thought for a moment, looked up and asked the Ouchi guard, "Did Chunyuan say anything else?" ”

"Didn't say anything. Just very polite. Good wine and good food entertained me. ”

The Ouchi guard described the scene in a very strange tone.

Wu Nian and Wei Yu were stunned for a moment, and then they understood Chunyuan's intentions. Wei Xiang picked up the reply letter again, frowning.

The Chinese character Chunyuan is really well written.

Wu Nian said: "After Meng Yuan vainly claimed to be Emperor Yan, he solemnly sacrificed to Emperor Yan. In order to steal the sky and change the day, enter the Central Plains. Now playing these little tricks again, it's really a thief's heart. ”

"But these are little tricks. Since ancient times, heroes have been judged by success or failure. This time the widow won. ”

"Turn the barbarians back into barbarians."

"The order goes down. Let the generals stop drilling, and the soldiers should mainly recuperate. More than ten years of fighting, it is a mule and a horse. It's in this battle. ”

Speaking of this, Wu Nian raised his head and showed an extremely serious expression to the Ouchi guards.

"Yes." Ouchi's guard answered, turned around and went down.

"Miss Wei. Let's go back and get some rest. On the battlefield, anything can happen. In the event of danger, the pro-soldier is not as reliable as himself. The better Miss Wei's recovery from her injuries becomes, the more relieved she becomes. ”

Wu Nian turned his head and said softly to Wei Xiang.

"Hmm." The words of deep concern made Wei Xiang's heart sweet, and he hummed obediently, stood up and left with a smile.

With Wu Nian's order, the Han army was boiling.

In the Guards Army.

The drill is over. Wei Hong called Wei Poyu to his tent and taught him all kinds of experience in leading soldiers.

Wei Poyu studied very seriously.

That's when it happened. Wei Hong's personal soldiers walked in from outside, and reported with a happy face: "Report to the lord." The king ordered. Three days later, he fought a decisive battle with Meng Yuan. ”

Wei Hong and Wei Poyu were stunned.

The decisive battle is sure to be a decisive battle.

It's the difference between morning and night.

When Wu Nian raised the strength of the whole country this time, an army of 110,000 households, and came to Huanglong Mansion, everyone knew that there would be a decisive battle.

Wei Hong and Wei Poyu have long been ready to die here.

The general inevitably died before the battle.

The horse leather shroud is their long-cherished wish.

Death is lighter than a feather, and some are heavier than Mount Tai. Died in the decisive battle of Huanglong, becoming a brick for the recovery of Liaodong and the expulsion of the Tartars.

They were very willing.

There are also new and old grudges.

The Battle of Haitian City. Wei Changqing led half of the Wei family's clansmen to die in Haitian City.

The hatred of the country and the family, the shame of the snow.

But when this moment really came, the huge impact still made Wei Hong and Wei Poyu in a trance.

The two of them were originally standing, and they each sat back in a trance. It took a long time to calm down.

Wei Hong raised his head, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes. Said to Wei Poyu: "Po Yu." The first battle between the sea and the sky, have you forgotten? ”

"Don't dare to forget." Wei Poyu's eyes instantly turned red, and tears flickered in the corners of his eyes.

"Your grandfather. General Wei. It's a big hero, a big hero. In the case of the fall of Liaodong, he led a lone army to defend Haitian City. The Wei family has countless dead. The blood of the Wei family must be repaid by blood. ”

"The Battle of the Yellow Dragon is just the beginning."

"In the future, we must lead our troops to sweep away Meng Yuan and plough the court and sweep the caves."

"But the battle of the Yellow Dragon is very crucial. If we lose. Not to mention the destruction of the Meng Yuan, it would be good to be able to keep the Han Dynasty. ”

"I'm ready. What about you. ”

Wei Hong looked at his nephew and asked.

Wei Poyu took a deep breath, his face was full of determination, and said: "The sky is the quilt, and the earth is the bed." I'm ready to sleep here. ”

"Okay." Wei Hong's face showed a look of relief, and then he felt that he seemed to be too harsh, and his tone softened and said, "Go down and rest, recuperate." ”

"As for whether to die or not. It's better to die than to live. We have won this battle, and we can survive together. ”

"One day, let's go to Mengyuan Dadu to have fun."

"Yes." Wei Poyu shouted yes, then stood up and left.

Waiting for Wei Poyu to walk away, Wei Hong raised his right hand and stroked his left chest, feeling that his heart was beating at an abnormal rate, and his body gradually became hot and sweaty.

Wei Hong's face showed an excited smile.

"It's over. My blood was boiling. For the next three days, I may have insomnia. That's not going to work. If it doesn't fit your eyes for three days, when the time comes to war, won't you become a soft-footed shrimp? ”

"But how can I not be enthusiastic?"

"Hahaha!!!"

Wei Hong is by no means alone.

The Wei family is not alone.

Long Ji's entire family was killed by the Meng Yuan people, and he was the only one who escaped. In order to raise an army for revenge, he became an assassin and collected funds.

Officers, soldiers. There are too many people who have a deep enmity with Meng Yuan.

There are family members who were killed by the Mengyuan people, so they are dressed in battle. Then the father and brother were killed as soldiers, and the younger brother and son succeeded in the industry, went into battle with the knife, and continued to fight with the Mengyuan people.

Han.

Han Chinese in Liaodong.

For today, I don't know how much blood was shed. I don't know how many people died, and I don't know how much price I paid.

Before Wu Nian did not conquer Goguryeo. Wu Nian only had four mansions and twenty-six cities, and he had been fighting recklessly.

He who drank the blood of the people, and drank the fat of the people.

There is not a good day for the people.

I also have to send my sons, fathers, brothers, and nephews to the battlefield. Walk alive, and the ashes come back. Some don't even have ashes.

When he was buried, there was only a mound of clothes.

More than ten years.

More than ten years.

Recover Liaodong and expel the Tartars.

Wu Nian spent more than ten years in a "short" time, and finally arrived today.

The decisive battle of the Yellow Dragon.

Not only to win or lose, but also to bet on the fortune of the country.

The winner is king, and the loser is the loser.