Mongolian and Yuan military camp.

They are also making the same preparations. Their morale is equally high, but they are not from the Mongolian and Yuan ethnic groups.

It's about rewards and military exploits.

Two Mongolian soldiers, after having a meal, sat on the ground to eat together and talked enthusiastically.

"Brother, this time I am going to chop off an officer's head so that I can be promoted to captain of ten or even centurion."

"That's right. Soldiers have a hard life. It's better to be an official. Official positions, houses, women, and wealth. As long as there is war and we can still wield the blade, we can have them all."

These two Mongolian and Yuan warriors were both young and energetic. The characteristics of the Mongolian and Yuan fighting nation were vividly demonstrated in them.

Coming out of the white water and black mountains, you have a tough and strong body, and a strong spirit to fight with beasts.

for them.

War is a way up.

Go to war, wield a sword, reward, and achieve military success.

Anything can be obtained from the knife.

Meng Yuan is the master of tigers and wolves, invincible.

Meng Yuan has a strong will to fight and a high morale. However, in subtle ways, it can still be seen that they are not as good as the Han army.

Old, different styles of armor.

There was no blast furnace for steelmaking in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. The steel produced each year was limited, and the armor produced was also limited.

And even with such armor, their armor coverage rate is not as good as that of the Han army.

Meng Yuan Jianguo was located between white water and black mountains, which was a bitter cold land. Their logistical supplies could be guaranteed, but not to mention their daily oil and water.

It's also a decisive battle.

The Meng Yuan army also pulled out all their own pigs and sheep and killed them, but the amount of meat was far less than that of the Han army.

The Mongolian and Yuan countries were strong but not rich.

The Han State was strong and prosperous.

Judging from this subtle point, Meng Yuan is definitely no match for the Han army.

Especially since this is Huanglong Mansion, the terrain is flat and it is the territory of the Han people.

Inside the Chinese military tent.

Chunyuan also got up early and cleaned himself up. He was wearing silk clothes and a traditional Mongolian Yuan round iron hat on his head.

Although in the eyes of Han people, this dress is barbaric.

But in the eyes of the Meng Yuan people themselves, this attire makes them look majestic and dignified.

Although Chun Yuan was close to the Han people, he just wanted to borrow the power of the Han people to dominate the Central Plains. In his heart, he was still a proud Mongolian.

I am proud to be a Mongolian.

In daily life, he could wear Hanfu and watch operas. But at this critical moment, the aura exuding from his body was all Meng Yuan.

Chunyuan is not good at force, but he can still make Ma Shan go to the battlefield at critical moments. However, he estimates that he will not be able to go to the battlefield this time.

After breakfast, Chunyuan left the tent and, surrounded by guards, came to a place in the army.

Chunyuan, like Wu Nian, built a nearly tall earth platform, intending to sit high on the platform and take in all the battlefield conditions.

Surrounded by guards, Chunyuan walked up to the high platform step by step, and then sat down.

Chun Yuan said: "I have told Wanhu that you have to look at your opponent when fighting. Today, I can face Wu Nian, with hundreds of thousands of troops on both sides. I know how to hunt Huanglong. It is a great honor."

"How many heroes from ancient times can achieve such a scene?"

"And...we will definitely win."

At the end of the speech, Chunyuan held his head high and his chest high, with a powerful momentum that is rarely seen in the world.

"Yes." The guards around him cheered up and shouted in agreement.

The armies of both sides numbered hundreds of thousands. The camps were in a row, each covering an area of ​​more than ten miles. The military camps were separated by a large plain and faced each other from east to west.

The battlefield is vast enough for hundreds of thousands of people to overwhelm the enemy, which is more than enough.

The sky is getting brighter.

Wu Nian sat on the high platform, under the umbrella, and turned his head to look at the east. The fish belly turned white, and a gap seemed to open in the sky and the earth.

As time passed, the gap became wider and wider, and eventually the sky became brighter.

but.

Today is not a sunny day, but a cloudy day.

There was another light rain yesterday, and the temperature was relatively cool.

Wu Nian opened his mouth slightly, exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest, and said: "In such weather, wearing armor and fighting is barely okay."

He stood up with his hands on the armrests of the Grand Master's chair and looked down at the battlefield. After a while, he said: "Order all the armies to get into position."

"The drums and trumpets sound."

"yes."

An Ouchi guard immediately responded loudly, turned around, quickly got off the high platform, and handed down the order. The military order was conveyed on horseback, but it was slow.

After a long time, the Han army began to make movements.

“Dong dong dong!!!!!!”

"Woooooooooo!!!!!!"

Strong drummers and horn players, sweating profusely, played the prelude to the war. Amidst the sound of drums and horns.

Under the command of their respective generals, the Han army left their respective military camps and arranged on the battlefield according to the pre-war layout.

"Feng", "Tie", "Wei", "Dragon", "Zhao", "Zhao", "Huang", "Guan", "Li", and other nine large banners, surrounded by many small numbers

's flag.

It’s really a place where flags are everywhere and the momentum is great.

Although the sky is not beautiful today, the light falling on the bright armor of the Han army also emits a warm light.

Fish scale armor.

The golden scales open.

Although the Han army's nine thousand households each have their own cavalry troops, they are mainly infantry. Feng Chong's total cavalry of ten thousand households is unique among all armies.

It's hard not to attract attention.

Under the banner of "Feng".

Feng Chong is holding a sword that is eight feet long. The armor sets off him like a huge iron man, sitting astride a black horse, majestic.

He looked excitedly at Wanhu, the cavalry under his command. The soldiers were silent, but the horses neighed from time to time.

Horses neighed one after another.

He looked at the friendly troops in all directions and became even more excited.

"Hahahaha. This is the big scene I want. I think back then in Chudu, I was a little person who was bullied by others. When I arrived in Liaodong, the situation changed and I turned into a dragon and started to make trouble."

"Hahahaha. It's so cool."

"Today, I, Feng Chong, will lead these crooked and prostitutes to beat Meng Yuan to pieces and achieve a great victory for Huang Long."

"Hahaha."

In his eyes, Zhao Yanting and Zhao Mancheng, who were both brave and courageous, were both crooked and broken.

Wei Ru is just a member of the female class, not even worth mentioning.

The rest are nothing but grass on the roadside. Only you are upright.

However, under his command, these crooked melons and cracked jujubes were able to exert great power, defeat the Meng Yuan, and go straight to Huanglong.

Cool.

So cool.

Feng Chong was immersed in his own world, unable to extricate himself, trembling with excitement and letting out silly giggles.

The Han army moves.

The Mongolian Yuan army also moved accordingly.

"Dong dong dong."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Amid the sound of drums and trumpets that did not weaken the Han army, the Mongolian and Yuan armies of nine thousand households also lined up on the battlefield.

Only the coach of both sides remained unchanged.

In the year of Wu, there were 20,000 households.
Chapter completed!