Blessings come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone.

When a country's fortunes begin to decline, there is only bad news and no good news.

As a prince of the Mongolian and Yuan dynasties, Chunyuan was in charge of the troops of ten thousand households in Liaodong. He was also one of the ten thousand households in Liaodong. He was brave and good at fighting and was among the small group of people at the highest level in the entire Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties.

He is deeply bound to the entire Meng Yuan Empire.

The country's fortunes are declining, how can he survive alone?

News of the fire at Xiaoshan Camp finally reached Chunyuan's ears.

The Chu army was on the front line of the confrontation between Meng and Yuan.

The heavily guarded Junyuan Camp.

Inside the Chinese military tent.

Chunyuan was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, wearing a black leather coat, a round iron helmet on his head, and a steel knife hanging on his waist. He sat on the main seat with an expressionless face.

Not long after, four Wanhu came in from outside, their expressions solemn. They raised their heads and glanced at Chunyuan, clasped their fists and bent over, but did not speak, and came to sit down on both sides.

"You all know the news. Not only is there a shortage of food now, Wu Nian also has war horses. Since Wu Nian raised his army, there has not been a year without conquests or reinforcements. In less than a year, Wu Nian's

The strength will definitely increase greatly."

"At that time, we will be attacked from both sides. I am afraid that the whole army will be annihilated. I plan to withdraw from Nanhai Palace. I will run Huanglong Palace, Guangchuan Palace, and Guangyang Palace first. I wonder what you think?"

Chunyuan let out a long breath, and the expression on his face finally changed a little, showing unwillingness and decadence. His hands were tightly clenched into fists, with veins exposed, and he placed them on the armrests.

Four thousand households were silent.

I am really unwilling to do so.

Tens of thousands of them went south. In just a few months, they swept through the five prefectures and 32 counties in Liaodong and swallowed up 99% of the land in Liaodong.

Only Beishan Fort, where hundreds of households lived, was not captured and was ignored by them.

It really is [a dam built thousands of miles away, destroyed by an ant nest].

No matter whether you are a human being or a general, you must never ignore any small danger.

Such a huge Chu State and hundreds of thousands of Liaodong generals were not in their eyes.

Only this little Wu Nian raised an army with a small banner of 300 elite soldiers, fought for several years, and finally grew into the leader of a palace with tens of thousands of elite soldiers.

He has good generals and good ministers under his command.

He is even more dangerous than Chu State.

Really.

Not willing to give in.

But no matter how unwilling they are, what can they do? Now that they are short of food and grass, they can no longer confront Xiong Wuwo, let alone Wu Nian and Xiong Wuwo.

We can only withdraw from Nanhai Prefecture, run Huanglong Prefecture, Guangchuan Prefecture, Guangyang Prefecture, split Liaodong with Xiong Wuwo and Wu Nian, and then stop making calculations.

The five people here are all veterans with rich battlefield experience. They all know when to act and when to let go.

Now.

Just let go.

"yes."

One of the Wanhu people raised his head, cupped his fists and said to Chunyuan.

"Yes." The other ten thousand households also raised their heads immediately. Although they were extremely unwilling in their hearts, they still gritted their teeth.

"Okay. You all go back. We will retreat tomorrow." Chunyuan stood up and nodded gently.

"yes."

The four Wanhu people responded once again, stood up and hugged Chunyuan, each held the steel knife at their waist, turned around and left.

If the battle fails, even Wanhu will lose face. Their backs will inevitably look desolate.

"Why!!!!"

After Chunyuan sat there for a long time, he sighed quietly. Then he couldn't help but burst out. He dipped his pen in ink and wrote two words in a flying pattern on a piece of paper.

Wu Nian.

He pasted the piece of paper on a wooden stick, then pulled out the steel knife from his waist, and with a click, cut the wood in two.

Wu is Wu.

Year is year.

The paper then fell.

"Wu Nian, don't be complacent. When I regain my strength, I will definitely cut off your head and send it to Jinhuan Mountain and Puguli as a memorial."

Chunyuan held the steel knife in his hand, his face was ferocious, and he gritted his teeth.

Early the next morning.

The soldiers and horses of five thousand households in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty buried pots and cooked rice before dawn. When dawn broke, they broke camp, opened the stronghold, and rolled back to Huanglong Mansion in the north.

On the county seat occupied by Xiong Wuwo.

A large flag with the word "Chu" was hung, fluttering in the wind. Soldiers lined up on the city wall, their armors were bright, their spears were cold, and a murderous atmosphere shot straight into the sky.

This Chu army is also powerful.

After receiving the news, General Xiong Wuwo and Governor of Liaodong Wu Jing climbed onto the city wall to watch the Mongolian and Yuan armies retreat.

Xiong Wuwo is wearing armor, and he is majestic and powerful, just like Guan Zhang.

Wu Jing was wearing a blue gown and looked like an ordinary scholar.

"Chunyuan really retreated. It seems that Wu Nian really burned down the Xiaoshan camp." Xiong Wuwo's ​​tiger eyes were gleaming, and he clenched the steel knife at his waist with his left hand and said in a deep voice.

"I'm afraid so. Wu Nian. It's really scary." Wu Jing looked solemn and nodded lightly.

Chu State has been operating in Liaodong for many years, so it naturally has many news channels.

Although the incident happened in the territory of Mongolia and Yuan Dynasty, they could not get first-hand news, but they could get delayed second-hand news.

They now know that Wu Nian invaded the Mongolian and Yuan mainland, but they don't know the situation of the Xiaoshan camp.

But you can guess it if you take a guess.

Wu Nian burned the Xiaoshan camp, otherwise Chunyuan would not have been able to retreat.

"Wu Nian was the first general to invade the Mongolian Yuan territory in decades. Such a person is certainly terrifying," Xiong Wuwo said.

Then he looked up at the leaving Meng Yuan soldiers and suddenly said: "Master Wu, do you think that if I lead my troops in pursuit, can I defeat Chunyuan and take advantage of the situation to recover the entire Liaodong?"

Wu Jing's heart was pounding. If Xiong Wuwo could really do it, then the world would be settled.

But Xiong Wuga himself sighed first, shook his head and said, "What a pity. I can only think about it for a moment. If I lead my troops to pursue him, I'm afraid I will be killed by Chunyuan and the others."

"Come here. Send spies to keep an eye on Chunyuan's movements. See where they retreat to."

"Yes." The soldier agreed, turned around and went down.

Soon, Xiong Wuwo and Wu Jing got the news that Chunyuan completely withdrew from Nanhai Mansion and returned to his old nest of Huanglong Mansion.

Xiong Wuwo gave an order, and the Chu army moved forward as a whole and occupied the entire Nanhai Mansion.

Liaodong finally got three points.

The first government of Chu State.

Wu Nian's Mansion.

The three mansions of the Mongolian people.

The power of the Mongolian people further declined in Liaodong.

As Wu Nian led his troops to invade the Mongolian and Yuan mainland, the Xiaoshan camp was burned down. The situation in Liaodong finally changed dramatically.

At this time, Wu Nian led three thousand warriors who were scarred but also accomplished in battle and returned to the territory of Yingqing Mansion.

Right.
Chapter completed!