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

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the wind became more and more rapid.

In the midst of the wind and rain, the vultures hovered and kept making high-pitched calls.

on the battlefield.

The soldiers and horses of 200,000 households are slashing each other like madmen. For them, no tactics, strategies make no sense.

There is a kind of magic on the battlefield that makes them devote themselves to it.

There is only one purpose.

Slash down any enemies you can see.

Defeat the enemy.

The Han army had the upper hand in an all-round way, and the defeat of Meng Yuan seemed to be only a matter of time. Maybe it's in the next moment, maybe it's in the next hour.

In the Mengyuan military camp.

Except for the pure distance on the high platform, the others could not see the whole picture of the battlefield. Therefore, they did not know it, and they maintained a high fighting spirit.

On a high platform.

Chunyuan put on his armor, put on his helmet, took the Zhangba horse lance from the hands of his own soldiers, weighed it in his hands, and showed a look of satisfaction on his face.

I'm old, but I'm still strong.

He put the Zhangba horse lance behind his back and led his soldiers to the high platform step by step. Under the high platform, the commanders gathered their soldiers, raised their heads and watched Chunyuan step by step down the high platform.

Looking at Meng Yuan's acting prince, the minister of military aircraft, and the general of the clan, Chunyuan.

Despite the war in Liaodong, after a series of defeats. But this did not detract from his prestige. In the Mengyuan army, he was still the god of war.

He can't be defeated head-on.

The Han army, relying only on terrain and intrigues, achieved a series of victories.

Head-to-head.

Wu Nian is definitely not our Dai Prince's opponent.

"Charge me." After Chunyuan got off the high platform, he turned over the war horse, continued to carry the lance on his back with his right hand, pulled the reins of the horse with his left hand, and simply said four words, pulled the reins of the horse, turned the horse's head, and went to the camp gate.

"Kill !!!!"

The 10,000 households of Chunyuan's headquarters roared loudly, following Chunyuan like a wolf, and the whole army rushed out of the camp gate and headed for the south of the battlefield.

Now the armies of the two sides have been fighting for several miles, and the soldiers in front are in a mixed group. There is no point in Chunyuan leading his troops to squeeze into the battlefield, only to bypass the battlefield and invite Wu Nian to fight again.

Han army camp.

On a high platform.

Wu Nian clearly saw the movement in the distance.

The particularly huge "gold" flag, surrounded by thousands of households, came out of the barracks with great momentum.

"Handsome!" Wu Nian's left hand unconsciously pressed on the handle of the knife on his waist, and his heart was already ready to move.

I have confronted Chunyuan for more than ten years, and I have been fantasizing about Chunyuan's head for more than ten years. Even dreaming of it, I always woke up in a dream and found that it was a dream.

Now, it's just around the corner.

Cut off Chunyuan's head.

This obsession haunted Wu Nian's heart, but he finally let go.

Handsome.

There will be no need to move.

Wu Nian's left hand let go of the hilt, and the trembling of excitement stopped. He turned his head and looked at the Ouchi guards beside him.

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

King Han.

Liaodong Tigers.

"Lead us up. King. Cut off Chunyuan's head, recover Liaodong, and expel the Tartars. Baihu knelt down on one knee and let out a tiger roar.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Recover Liaodong and expel the Tartars.

Today.

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

Everyone shows the color of desire, and everyone shows the color of hatred.

More than ten years of grievances have been settled here.

Wu Nian said calmly: "Order." Let Wang Gui lead the troops to meet the battle. The widow does not move. ”

"The King's !!!!" The Ouchi guards were stunned for a long time, looking at Wu Nian in disbelief. Why. Why.

Chunyuan moved, why didn't the king move?

They didn't think Wu Nian was timid. A timid person would not dare to start with 300 elite soldiers against the 100,000 soldiers of Mengyuan.

How can a cowardly person lead them to destroy the country and slaughter the army, just like digging for something?

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

Military orders are like mountains.

Although the Ouchi guards were puzzled, although they were unwilling. But since it is the king's order, it can only be carried out.

"Yes!!!!!!" Baihu's eyes were red, and he shed two lines of unwilling tears, then reached out and wiped them, stood up and walked down the high platform in person, and went down to give the order.

The rest of the Ouchi guards all stood up silently and endured silently.

Patience.

It's okay.

Even if we don't go to war. As long as you win, it's fine.

As long as you win, it's fine.

"It's not time yet. When I run out of strength, I have no room to manoeuvre. I feel the danger, Chunyuan must have a backhand. ”

Wu Nian looked at this unwilling face, his fists were clenched together, he was also unwilling, and his body trembled again, but he tried his best to calm himself down.

He's handsome.

It's the king.

Not a simple general.

You have to be in charge of the whole situation, not a brainless charge.

"I am the King of Han. I hold in my hands nearly 10 million soldiers and civilians of the Han Kingdom, now and in the future. I can't be reckless. Wu Nian said secretly in his heart.

The great sense of responsibility brought his sanity back, his eyes returned to clarity, and the trembling of his body stopped.

He seemed to be a cold machine, and he continued to stand on the high platform, looking down on the battlefield, and taking in all the changes.

Handsome.

Ruthless and unforgiving.

Generals.

Hot-blooded 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 lance and charged into battle, he was a man of fire.

Now is not the time.

Inside the camp of the Han Army.

The Last Force.

The internal guards of Wang Gui's department gathered under the high platform. With armor on his body and weapons in his hand, he waited silently in the face of the heavy rain.

Each Ouchi guard is like a sculpture.

It's like stone, it's like iron.

Motionless in the heavy rain.

But in their hearts, they are as passionate as fire. This flame burns all enemies.

Burn your enemies, or burn yourself.

A thousand households rode on a horse, holding a sword and raised his head to look at the sky. Then he raised his right hand and placed it on his chest.

My heart, like the sky, is full of depression.

And full of hope.

Huanglong is gone, and Liaodong is not complete.

Even if it conquered Goguryeo, it greatly expanded its territory.

But we, the Han people of Liaodong, still live in humiliation.

It's like a beast trapped in this cage.

It's like this sky.

Repression.

But after the rain, the sky clears.

The hundred households got off the high platform, and in full view of everyone, walked in front of the general Wang Gui, knelt down on one knee, and reported: "General Wang." The king has an order. Chunyuan has attacked and ordered you to go out to meet the battle. ”

Wang Gui and the whole army were in an uproar.

Wang Gui asked loudly, "Why me?" Why didn't the king personally command the army? ”