Liaodong!
With the Ming Army's capture of Liaoyang City, there was no longer much suspense in this campaign of recovery. The overall situation had essentially been decided.
For the Ming Dynasty, this land of the Han people had finally been recovered. Territories lost in the past had once more been incorporated into the Ming Dynasty's domain. This was an incomparable glory, not only for the Ming Army, but also for the people of the Ming Dynasty who cared deeply for their homeland.
Of course.
For the Northern Yuan, the blade that had hung over the Ming Dynasty's head had now been decisively removed by the Ming Dynasty, greatly weakening its strength.
After losing Liaodong, the Northern Yuan would lose its opportunity to take the initiative against the Ming Dynasty for a long time. Its strategic advantage of being able to attack or retreat vanished in an instant.
South of Liaodong, at the border adjoining Goryeo, within a quiet and secluded mountain forest.
The four hundred personal guard cavalry under Zhu Ying's command moved slowly through the forest like a pack of hidden leopards, patrolling the area.
Their figures were agile, their gazes vigilant. Every one of them exuded the murderous air of battle-hardened veterans.
They entered the depths of the dense forest!
The deeper they went.
The taller and denser the surrounding trees became. Their branches and leaves intertwined, nearly blotting out the sky completely, allowing only scattered specks of sunlight to filter through.
In this era, with no theft or indiscriminate logging, the forests naturally flourished.
Moreover, this place was extremely secluded. There was practically no human habitation for miles around.
Zhu Ying dismounted and handed the reins to a personal guard cavalryman beside him. The guard steadily took the reins and led the warhorse aside, his eyes remaining