As the sky lights up, the night dissipates.

"drive!!!"

On the mountain path, Zhao Mancheng led the few remaining personal soldiers to the east. Zhao Mancheng looked up at the east, not happy but sad.

It's dawn.

The Wu Nian army's soldiers could be dispatched unscrupulously and chased them. Moreover, the villages and people in Guangyang Prefecture, and everyone in the towns may be Wu Nian's eyes and ears.

Day is far more dangerous than night.

Zhao Mancheng suddenly frowned. He didn't have time to treat the wound in order to escape last night. Now the wound is in constant pain.

If the wound is not treated, I am afraid that even if he is not killed by Wu Nian, he will die of trauma. Then, Zhao Mancheng felt his belly tightening again, and then a sensation, but it quickly eased.

Hungry.

Not only Zhao Mancheng, but also all the personal soldiers present. They all looked pale, had chapped lips, and were shaky.

"General, look, it's smoke from cooking." Suddenly, a personal soldier pointed to the hill on the right and made a surprise sound.

Zhao Mancheng looked up and saw the smoke from cooking, and he was also happy and said, "Hurry up the mountain."

"yes."

The personal soldiers shouted loudly. They surrounded Zhao Mancheng along the path up the mountain and arrived at a village. The houses were scattered in the mountains like stars.

The smoke from every household was raising, and the fragrance of rice poured into the nostrils of Zhao Mancheng and others, causing their intestinal roars.

"No one was injured. Go and snatch the rice from each family, slaughter the chickens and dogs and cook them."

"The wound starts to deal with the wound."

"In addition, when two armies fight, each of them is their own masters, and death and injury are inevitable. But the people are innocent, so don't hurt them. Violators will be killed without mercy."

Zhao Mancheng's eyes were stern, and he glanced at his personal soldiers, his tone was very stern.

"Yes." Every personal soldier who came into contact with Zhao Mancheng's gaze trembled and said loudly. However, they did not intend to hurt the people here.

Zhao Mancheng's army was disciplined strictly, and no matter whether in the country or in Liaodong, the army was allowed to disturb the people.

Although the personal soldiers did not intend to hurt anyone, they were covered in blood and their armor was broken, and they could tell at a glance that they were defeated.

The snatching rice like a wolf or a tiger and slaughtering chickens and dogs suddenly caused panic among the people in the village.

Although there were many personal soldiers, some villagers still fled. The personal soldiers came back to report to Zhao Mancheng, but Zhao Mancheng didn't care much about this.

Anyway, it will be exposed sooner or later.

He first asked his personal soldiers to treat his wounds and then started eating.

The slaughtered chickens and dogs have not yet been cooked. The villagers' breakfast is ordinary.

Zhao Mancheng first ate some rice and pickled vegetables to his stomach. While waiting for the chickens and dogs to cook, he asked his personal soldiers to bring the people with status in the village to himself.

An old man, two strong middle-aged men.

The old man looked at Zhao Mancheng with anger on his face. One of the two middle-aged men lowered their heads timidly, and the other stared at Zhao Mancheng.

"You don't have to be afraid or angry. I'll leave soon." Zhao Mancheng looked at their expressions and waved to a personal soldier.

The personal soldiers immediately took out a black cotton bag and handed it to Zhao Mancheng. Zhao Mancheng threw the bag on the ground and said, "I'm disturbing you. There are some gold here, and it's also my apology."

"But before leaving, I want to ask you a question."

The timid middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he looked down at the bag containing gold, showing a look of greed. Another middle-aged man, the old man, was unmoved and still stared at Zhao Mancheng.

The old man sneered: "You don't have to worry too much. We are all ordinary mountain people and don't know what military information is. Even if we know, we won't tell you."

"That's right. Even if we know something, we won't tell you." Another middle-aged man raised his head and said with his chest raised.

The personal soldiers around Zhao Mancheng all showed anger. We generals are polite. What is your attitude?

There were a few personal soldiers who had their steel knives unsheathed in half, showing murderous aura.

The cowardly middle-aged man lowered his head and shivered. The other two were fearless.

Zhao Mancheng raised his hand and waved his hand to his personal soldiers. Then he looked at the two men deeply and sighed: "I don't want to ask about any military information. I just want to ask, why do you support Wu Nian so much?"

"This Guangyang Mansion was ruled by the Mongol Yuan people for nearly ten years. Wu Nian just occupied it. Why do you support him so much?"

When the war began, the people of Guangyang Prefecture had already begun to support Wu Nian. The people of the Mongols and Yuan dynasties only controlled the cities and roads. The people in this mountain village and the people in the village all supported Wu Nian very much.

When they withdrew their troops, these people were Wu Nian's eyes and ears. Wu Nian's army was able to kill all their spies.

Why?

Zhao Mancheng was very confused and wanted to find the answer from these ordinary people.

"Expel the Tartars and restore Liaodong." The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this, and then replied without hesitation, his eyes flying between his eyebrows.

"That's right. Facts have proved that the general can definitely restore Liaodong."

"Although the Mongols and Yuan people ruled Guangyang Prefecture for ten years, they were more tolerant of us. But the barbarians were barbarians. The Liaodong plague and the previous massacre of the city. How could these blood debts be written off in one go?"

"The general said that if one is not one of our race, his heart will be different. The Han and the thieves will not be in harmony."

"Although these words are rough, they are all great and catchy. If you go to a village to ask, the children will know these words."

"This is not my race, of course, you Goguryeo people." The old man sneered, and raised his head and said.

Zhao Mancheng's expression changed slightly. After lowering his head and pondering for a long time, he sighed and said, "The Empress Dowager is greedy for the two Liaodong prefectures and promises to send troops."

"But even if you really get the land of the two palaces, you will only get the land, but you will not get the people."

"Without the support of the people, the land you get is just a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water."

"This time, it was a complete mistake."

"Han and thieves are incompatible. If they are not of our race, their hearts will be different. Good. Very good."

Wu Nian.

It's Wu Nian.

Wu Nian took nearly ten years to start with 300 elite soldiers and swept the four prefectures in Liaodong. There was no one who did not fight in a war. There was no one who gave in.

The army was in a state of war, but the people were in mercy and they survived.

Over the past ten years, many people have gradually grown up after listening to the legend of Wu Nian.

There are also things like drought in Liaodong.

Wu Nian injected spirit into the Liaodong Han people and the backbone. It made the Liaodong Han people, who were insensitive and disorganized during the invasion of the Mongols and Yuan 10 years ago, become steel.

If this kind of spirit had always existed, let alone them and the Mongols, even if it was a thousand years or ten thousand years.

No one else can rule the Liao and Dong Han people.

Unless it is.

Kill all the Han people on this land and kill them.
Chapter completed!