Time slowed!
Liaoyang City!
The foremost city of Liaodong, and also the city Naha Chu had cultivated for many years.
If Jincheng and Kaiyuan served as the barriers Naha Chu used to defend Liaodong, then Liaoyang City was the most prosperous place in all Liaodong.
Of course.
That prosperity was only superficial.
Although Mongolia and many steppe tribesmen made up the majority in Liaodong, most commoners were Han Chinese. Yet under Northern Yuan policy, Han Chinese were considered inferior.
All they did to the Han Chinese was exploit them.
It could be said.
Liaodong was the final stretch of Han territory occupied by Northern Yuan.
It was an ache in the hearts of countless Ming Dynasty subjects, and even more so in the heart of the current emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang.
Within the government hall of Liaoyang City!
Naha Chu sat in the seat of honor with an ugly expression. Below him stood many Northern Yuan generals, every one of them looking restless and ill at ease.
In just over a month.
The tide of war had already reversed.
What had once seemed an excellent situation had all vanished.
To Naha Chu, such a development was naturally unacceptable.
"Jincheng has fallen."
"Of the seventy thousand troops, fewer than thirty thousand returned."
"Kaiyuan has fallen."
"Of the sixty thousand troops, fewer than twenty thousand returned."
"Tell this Grand Commandant."
"That Liaodong's defensive line stands firm as a mountain!"
"Is this the mountain-like stability you spoke of?"
Naha Chu said grimly.
His voice carried a chill, along with an oppressive force.
"Grand Commandant, please quell your anger."
The many Northern Yuan generals in the hall hurriedly bowed, not daring to argue.
After the former Yuan Chancellor Wang Baobao, Naha Chu had been hailed as another pillar protecting Northern Yuan. He was deeply trusted