"Zhuge Liang is not an immortal, Erbeile, he is the same as you, with a nose and two eyes, but he knows a little about astronomy and geography!"

Fan Wencheng smiled at Amin's beard.

When Amin heard this, he suddenly lost so much admiration for Zhuge Liang in his heart, and laughed: "In this way, Zhuge Liang is the same as us, a layman?" ”

Fan Wencheng pretended to be high, and waited for a while before he replied:

"No matter how strong Wolong's ability is, if you can't meet the Ming Lord, it will be difficult to achieve a great cause, Xiucai I have to meet the Ming Lord in this life, and I will definitely be able to assist the Great Khan and create a great cause!"

Speaking of which, it still came to Nurhachi's head.

He laughed happily, his eyes narrowed into a line, and said:

"Mr. Fan, don't sell it, we are all rough people who came out of the poor mountains, we have no literature and ink, and we have to rely on Mr. for strategic matters."

Fan Wencheng was in the Ming Dynasty before, but he was just a showman, and he repeatedly failed to pass the exam, and listening to Nurhachi's words made his heart feel greatly satisfied.

"Zhuge Liang borrowed the east wind, in my opinion, it is not surprising, he is just judging the direction of the wind, this is just a pediatric for me."

Amin has never looked down on Fan Wencheng, but because Nurhachi has great respect for this old boy, he has been patient and has not cursed.

He heard Fan Wencheng shut himself off Zhuge Wuhou again, and he also laughed and said:

"Compared to Fan Xiucai, what is Zhuge Liang!"

Amin's habitual word "Xiucai" deeply pierced Fan Wencheng's heart and reminded him of his unmet talent in the Ming Dynasty.

At this time, Huang Taiji stepped forward and covered Amin's mouth and said:

"You let Mr. Fan finish talking about the plan and then praise it!"

Amin held his breath, glanced at Huang Taiji, sulked, and then let out a long sigh and asked impatiently:

"Fan Xiucai, just tell me, how do you want to borrow the east wind!"

When the words landed, Nurhachi also looked sideways and commanded:

"Call a Nikan and pour a bowl of wine for Mr. Fan!"

Nurhachi watched Fan Wencheng drink the wine into his stomach, he was more depressed in the past two days, and he couldn't wait for a bowl of wine to pour out a belly of tricks for Houjin.

Fan Wencheng also knew that if he wanted to mix with these vulgar barbarians outside the Guanwai, he had to follow the customs, raise his head and drink, and hand the bowl to the beautiful Nikan who had been looted in a hurry.

He took a few closer glances at the Nikan's figure before asking:

"Second Belle, what kind of wind is blowing today?"

Amin was dismissive.

"Southwest wind! Are you stupid for me? ”

"How long have you been shaving?"

"Three days. Tell me how you catch the wind, and keep asking me what to do? ”

Amin and Fan Wencheng asked and answered, and after two or three sentences, they became a little impatient, and glared at him after speaking.

If Nurhachi is not there, Amin may even fight against this tricky Ming Dynasty showman.

Nurhachi laughed when he saw it above, pointed at Fan Wencheng and said:

"Mr. Fan, you are a slow and rational reader, you really have to make Erbeile unable to sit still!"

"I think, in a little while, Erbeile will be annoyed to death by you!"

As soon as Amin heard this, he immediately became honest.

Although he was reckless, he could also hear that Nurhachi's laughter was actually warning himself not to be pretentious again.

Huang Taiji also persuaded Amin with kind words, and then gave Fan Wencheng a look, telling him to say quickly, Amin is not patient.

Fan Wencheng still glanced at everyone slowly, and said:

"There is an old saying in the Han family, the north wind is not bullied by the south wind, I think the wind is calm tonight, no accident, tomorrow will change the direction of the wind."

"After the southwest wind, there will definitely be a south wind, I watch the sky at night, tomorrow's south wind, the wind is not small..."

"You can't say it sooner, it's a matter of one sentence!"

After Amin finished speaking, he stood up and was about to leave.

He muttered to himself in his heart, this old Xiucai who reads books, can give you ten or twenty sentences in one sentence.

Ben Baylor slashed this Fan Xiucai with a knife sooner or later!

"South Wind..."

Nurhachi stood up, muttering in his mouth.

The combat effectiveness of the Eight Banners Army was very strong, and if the Ming army could be lured out of the city, it would be a massacre, and a large number of siege equipment was lost in the last siege.

It's too late to rebuild or wait for a new one to arrive, and Fu Yuwei's side won't be able to delay for long, and now for them, every day is very important.

If, as Fan Wencheng said, the wind will blow from the south tomorrow, then it will be beneficial for them to attack the city or turn the direction and go south to Liaoyang.

Nurhachi closed his eyes, as if he was on the Liaoshen Plain, and his golden Eight Banners Iron Cavalry rushed into the camp of the Ming army with the wind and sand, slashing wildly.

The appearance of his own Khan King also made all the Baylors of Houjin silent, indeed, they are coming from all over the country, and this battle must not be lost.

The Ming Dynasty could lose ten times or twenty times, and they couldn't afford to lose once.

Fan Wencheng saw that Nurhachi didn't speak, and in an instant he understood what he meant, so he was the first to come out and persuade:

"Great Khan, it is better to abandon Shenyang, on the one hand, arrange a defensive line to block Zhu Xieyuan's reinforcements, and on the other hand, attack Liaoyang with all your might."

Nurhachi's expression moved slightly, and his eyes were indifferent.

He looked in the direction of Liaoyang for a long time, but he didn't reply, and took all the Baylors back to the military tent, and waited for everyone to come to Qi Caidao:

"Early tomorrow morning, when the south wind rises, pull out the camp and go down the wind, wait for the wind and sand to be rolled up, and take Liaoyang in one go!"

"Amin, Ben Khan ordered you to be a pioneer!"

Fan Wencheng shouted loudly:

"Kundulun Khan Shengming, long live long live long live!"

All Baylor followed in unison, and Amin was especially excited.

That night, while everyone was going back to the tent to rest, Nurhachi gently went to Fan Wencheng's small tent, and found that the tent was brightly lit from a distance, so he said leisurely at the door:

"Sir knows me."

Fan Wencheng got up and welcomed Nurhachi in, and said with a smile:

"The King of Khan has come to borrow the south wind?"

Nurhachi did not enter, he leaned outside the tent, looked at the full moon emerging from the clouds, and the stars around him, and asked:

"Sir, can you really borrow that wind?"

Fan Wencheng also came out of the tent, looked up at the extremely beautiful night sky, pointed his hand to the moon, and said with a smile:

"The moon is dizzy and the wind is a certainty."

"The Great Khan does not have to worry, the slave is willing to guarantee with his life, and what will blow tomorrow will be the south wind that will help me win the victory of Dajin."

Nurhachi nodded, grateful.

"Mr. Ben Khande, Yuya!"

......

Amin returned to the camp and called all the people under his command to make arrangements, but he couldn't sleep.

He was not as worried about the success or failure of the war as Nurhachi, he was excited because he would be the vanguard tomorrow, the first to break into Liaoyang, and lead his men to slaughter.

He lay on the makeshift straw bunk, thinking that tomorrow no matter whether the south wind Fan Xiucai said arrived or not, he would quickly send troops.

With the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, it swept the Ming army.

So that Father Khan can see that he doesn't need that Xiucai to "borrow the east wind", his Dajin cavalry can be invincible, and hard fists are the truth.