Among the mountains in Liaodong, there is an unknown small mountain village.

It's called Liujiacun.

As the name suggests, except for a few people with foreign surnames, all the people in this village have the surname Liu. There are more than 300 people in the village, who have formed a mountain village to protect themselves.

Such villages can be found everywhere in the mountains of Liaodong. After all, there were so many rogues and bandits in Liaodong in the past.

At this moment, the village is very heavily guarded, and people in the village are only allowed to enter, but are not allowed to leave.

A total of two thousand troops were stationed in the villa, eating, drinking, and having sex, and it was very crowded.

Inside a house.

A very simple house, with only a roof and floor, and an oil lamp with a bronze base.

The window is open and light shines in from the outside.

Wu Nian sat cross-legged with an old man in green clothes, facing each other. There was a square chessboard in front of him, with black and white pieces lying across the board.

Wu Nian held the black chess piece in his hand, lowered his head and frowned in thought.

He doesn't know much about things like Go.

"General Wu, you lost." The old man in Tsing Yi gently pinched his beard and said with a slight smile on his face.

"Yes. I lost." Wu Nian finally stopped struggling and readily admitted. He surrendered.

Playing chess is not a war. No matter how many games you lose, it's okay.

"Haha." The old man in green chuckled, bent down, picked up the black and white pieces, and put them into the chess box respectively.

"Da da da." There was a sound of rapid footsteps. Wang Gui walked in from outside, bent down beside Wu Nian's ear, and said something.

Wu Nian frowned slightly, then stretched out his arms and nodded to Wang Gui. Wang Gui immediately stood up, first gave the old man in green a fist, and then walked out.

"Did something happen?" The smile on the old man's face disappeared and was replaced by solemnity.

Wu Nian raised his head and looked at the old man in Tsing Yi. This old man was not an ordinary person, but an old scholar with a reputation as a scholar.

In the whole of Liaodong, the reputation of a scholar is of course nothing. But in such a small mountain village, the reputation of a scholar is very powerful.

The old man in Tsing Yi is called Liu Minda, and he is the patriarch of Liujia Village.

He has a strong personality and knows the difference between right and wrong. When Liu Zhixing communicated with nearby mountain villages, hoping to collect some grain.

Liu Minda made the decision and generously supported Beishan Fort.

When Wu Nian was away from home, he always needed a place to stay, so he chose Liujiacun. Among these mountains, Liujiacun was just a small place.

The Meng Yuan people would not know that Wu Nian was here if they didn't deliberately inquire about it. And Wu Nian's spies were all over the nearby mountain villages.

Maybe a mountain villager who took mountain goods and sold them in the city was Wu Nian's spy.

The information on both sides is completely unequal.

This is Renhe and Wu Nian’s past accumulation.

Wu Nian said calmly: "The Mongolian people destroyed the crops outside Beishan Fort."

This incident was completely unexpected by Wu Nian, but it was still a huge blow.

"That's it. Even if you, general, repelled the Meng Yuan attack, you will have a hard time this year." Liu Minda frowned deeply and sighed.

"Yes. Life is hard. But it's normal, isn't it? When will my life get better? Now that Liaodong has fallen, the imperial court's reinforcements are far away. I am an enemy of the entire Mongolian and Yuan Empire. Even if I am defeated tomorrow

Killing is normal."

Wu Nian smiled and said something that made people shudder.

Liu Minda looked at Wu Nian's overly young face and felt the calmness beneath it. She was silent for a long time, then shook her head with a wry smile.

Use the power of one person to counter the general trend.

Regardless of life and death, he only made enemies of the Meng Yuan people.

This kind of courage is not something that ordinary people can possess.

"The general is right. It was me who made the fuss." Liu Minda nodded and said. After a while, Liu Minda couldn't help but asked: "General, although you did this for victory."

"But there are only two thousand troops left to guard Beishan Fort. Is this really no problem?"

"There will never be any problem, I believe in my brother." Wu Nian smiled, his brows filled with confidence. Suddenly Wei Ru's face popped up in his mind, and he added in his mind.

"My brothers and sisters."

But soon, Wu Nian stopped his smile, took a deep breath, stood up from the floor, walked out of the room, faced the direction of Beishan Castle, stood with his hands behind his hands, and his eyes were far-reaching.

Beishan Fort can definitely be defended.

But the cost will definitely not be small.

I must win with one blow and turn the tide, otherwise I will lose everything.

I want to be worthy of all those who sacrificed their lives.

Liu Minda also stood up, but staggered and almost fell. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, he was really old.

If I were not old, I would pick up the sword because I admire the person in front of me, and fight with him without hesitation.

Liu Minda also walked out of the room, looking at Wu Nian's broad back and majestic shoulders with admiration.

The man in front of me is a man who can carry the whole of Liaodong on his shoulders.

I support him and our village also supports him.

In addition to the necessary food rations left behind, I am willing to dedicate all the food in our village to him as food for the fight against Mongolia.

Wu Nian was like a fierce tiger, entrenched in this mountain village, motionless. He patiently watched the situation change.

But his minions are scattered outside, collecting intelligence, waiting for the opportunity to attack.

One day, two days... ten days.

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed. It was obviously spring and summer, but there was no rain or thunder in these ten days.

Even in Liaodong, such weather is rare.

If it rains again, if it is a heavy rain, it can interrupt the Mongolian offensive and give Beishan Fort a chance to breathe.

But no, not even once.

This time, God did not help Wu Nian or favor the Han people.

But Wu Nian is not angry. The so-called weather is inherently unpredictable. It is possible to help anyone.

Congratulations to God for helping him.

If you don't help him, there is no need to complain.

As time passed, all the information about the Meng Yuan people's troop mobilization, food and grass mobilization, whether the city was empty or not, etc., gathered towards Wu Nian.

Wu Nian relied on the information he had and began to plot the weaknesses of the Meng Yuan people.

Simply put.

The tiger is coming down the mountain.

It was still in that simple room. But Liu Minda was not here. Wu Nian was sitting cross-legged on the floor, and Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng were sitting in front of him, one on the left and one on the right.

"General. According to the news, Jin Huanshan's attack was the most intense and the losses were the greatest. He adopted a rotation system. After a commander's strength and casualties reached the limit, he would let the commander lead his troops to recuperate. Replace them with new ones.

The commanding officer continued the attack."

"Beishan Fort suffered heavy casualties. But the commanders who were rotated out suffered even greater casualties."

"If we launch a surprise night attack, we can eat one."
Chapter completed!