Lin Feng was born in the 21st century, of course, there is no idea that scholars are superior, but this is very approachable in the eyes of others, these small officers are relatively simple, and they drank a few times and blew Sun Tzu's Art of War Thirty-six Strategies, Lin Feng soon became a bit of a military division, plus he appeared very peculiar, and his appearance was very strange, he was very respected by these soldiers, and he was mixed into a character in the barracks after walking for a few days, There are always people who shout "adults" before and after people.

But in the eyes of these officers, Li Qingliu is very unreasonable, Lin Feng doesn't know what this Li Counselor thinks, he is usually very polite to talk to himself, but these officers blow their beards and stare at them all day long, according to him, "Your Majesty must be strict", and these officers have no temper. It seems that although the Ming Dynasty has fallen, the bad atmosphere of the past has not been lost, and the tradition of discrimination against literati and soldiers is still well maintained.

According to military discipline, it is absolutely forbidden to drink alcohol on the way out like this, but Li Qingliu is a halfway monk, second, he is the main general of this team, no one can control him, and third, he transports baggage in the rear, and he has walked for so many days without accidents, so he didn't pay attention to this set of things, and brought a few jars from home for a long time before leaving, and pulled Lin Feng every day after camping, and discussed and discussed the Romance of the Three Kingdoms while drinking. However, this is limited to Lin Feng, and the others have consciously complied with this class gap, and no one dares to have any opinions. However, Li Qingliu's alcohol consumption was too poor, and every time Lin Feng moistened his throat, he lay down.

Although Lin Feng was just a student in his previous life, he was still very clear about the importance of the "barrel of the gun", not to mention that he knew that Geng Jingzhong would lose the battle in a short time, and it was very likely that everyone would run for their lives together, the so-called multiple friends and multiple roads, so now he deliberately made friends with these officers.

According to the habits of the Chinese, making friends generally starts from the wine table, and after mixing with Li Qingliu as a brother, Lin Feng quickly gained command of the pro-soldiers, and on this day, as usual, after drinking Li Qingliu down, he ordered Li Ergou, the leader of the pro-soldiers, to pour a few pots from Li Qingliu's wine altar and go out to find the officers to drink.

By the time they got to the side tent, a table had already been filled, and these guys had become accustomed to eating and drinking after dinner these days, and this activity had become a status symbol in this small army, and those who were eligible to participate in the reception had to be at least officers above the sentry chief.

"Mr. Lin, you said yesterday that we will be similar to the Battle of Chibi in the Three Kingdoms, from the perspective of the place occupied, we and Wu Sangui are like that Sun Quan Liu Bei, and the Qing soldiers are like the '800,000 Cao soldiers going down to the south of the Yangtze River', do you think we will win steadily?!" Speaking is to garrison Zhao Guangyuan, commanding the two hundred and fifty cavalry here, a native of Liaodong, who has been a soldier since he was a teenager, and is said to be very good at fighting, and the military rank here is the highest except for Li Qingliu. He was the first person Lin Feng had close contact with in this world, and that day he led a team of cavalry to capture Lin Feng from the hill, and he also kindly helped him block a whip.

"It's hard to say, you also know that we and Wu Sangui and Shang Zhixin can't actually pee in the same pot, and Kangxi is not as good as Cao Cao, the people originally unified China, we were later raised in the army, and the people's minds are not towards us!" Lin Feng glanced at it, all the officers put down their cups, leaned their heads and listened attentively, he suppressed his voice and said, "Don't say anything else, just talk about the 50,000 horses of the Xu Shang Dynasty Governor in front of us, hehe, I'm afraid it's ......."

"I'm afraid of what? Mr. Lin, don't sell it, our old Liu is a rough man! Liu Laosi, the commander of the infantry, was an anxious man, and when he heard Lin Feng want to speak, he stopped and shouted.

"You're fucking in a hurry? Is that easy to say? "Because they are familiar, these soldiers are rough people, and everyone has already spoken to each other and can't help but open their mouths to scold, and they don't blame each other, Lin Feng frowned and said bitterly, and whispered, "Let's say this kind of thing here is called 'disturbing the morale of the army', do you know that you want to cut off your head?!" ”

"Disturb what? The people here are all old brothers from Liaodong, and they are all their own people, who dares to talk nonsense?! Liu Lao Sihuan glanced at it, and the officers in the tent all nodded.

"Brothers, let's put it this way, although we have not shown defeat now, but as far as I know, Zhejiang Governor Li Zhifang has already collected the Qing troops in Zhejiang, and Prince Shuokang Jieshu also brought a large army to Zhejiang, our Fujian army is fighting in Zhejiang, the people's hearts are unstable, and the soldiers and food are in a dilemma, this situation is really not good!"

"That'...... Mr. Lin, this battle hasn't been fought yet, has it? Wasn't it very easy for us to have it here some time ago?! Why do you say that the situation is very bad?! Another Qianzong Wang Dahai asked blankly.

"In front, we suddenly raised troops and caught people Kangxi off guard, and now that people have come to their senses, do you think it will be easy in the future?!" Lin Feng smiled, so he smiled mysteriously, "Actually, this overall situation has nothing to do with winning or losing one or two battles, the problem is that our side can't afford to lose - if the Qing soldiers lose and the entire north, we can quickly make a comeback if we lose a place, and if we lose one or two battles, hehe...... Shang Zhixin in Guangdong is unreliable at all, and Zheng Jingzheng in Taiwan is bent on occupying territory in Fujian, with wolves in front and tigers in the back, and the enemy on his back. ”

"Then we still have Wu Sangui here?! Didn't they say there were hundreds of thousands of horses?! ”

"It's hard to say, those hundreds of thousands of horses are now fighting with hundreds of thousands of Qing soldiers in Hunan, Hubei, and Jiangxi, I'm afraid I don't have the energy to take care of us, even if we have the ability, I'm afraid he can't reach it so far!" Lin Feng suddenly felt strange in his heart, although this was telling them the trend of historical development, it would spread defeatism in the camp of resistance to foreign rule, and he didn't know whether it was right or wrong.

"Then according to Mr. Lin, we will definitely lose?!" Garrison Zhao Guangyuan couldn't help but ask.

"Alas......" Lin Feng let out a long sigh and was silent.

"That'...... What are we going to do?! After so many days, all the officers knew that Lin Feng was erudite and talented, as if he knew everything about astronomy and geography at home and abroad, and everyone admired him very much for a long time, and now seeing Lin Feng's face full of despair and helplessness, he couldn't help but be a little panicked.

"If I'm not mistaken, Xu Shangchao's 50,000 horses are likely to suffer a big loss," Lin Feng stood up, picked up the wine and food in front of him, leaned over the table and whispered to the officers who came over, "It's all my own brothers, I'll remind you here first, and you'd better leave a way back when the time comes!" ”

If Lin Feng dared to say such a thing a few days ago, these officers might have pulled him out and cut him down without saying a word, but after so many days of contact, Lin Fengchao's knowledge of the era has been fully expressed, and these people can't help but have an inferiority complex and follow-up mentality.

In fact, Lin Feng didn't know what would happen to Xu Shangchao's troops, and even Xu Shangchao couldn't figure it out, but he knew that the rebel army of the three feudatories had not fought in Zhejiang, and the battlefield was not very open, which showed that Geng Jingzhong's offensive must have been blocked by the Qing troops in Zhejiang, and most of them probably fought a few big defeats, otherwise they would not have surrendered again after only tossing for a year or two.

What's more, Lin Feng said quite vaguely, of course there would be no problem when he said that the situation was unfavorable, and it was not very clear whether Xu Shangchao's army was defeated or small, but it was generally said that it would "suffer losses" - whether it was a big defeat or a small defeat at that time, it would not be wrong to say that it would be a loss, and forgive these officers would not think of this, in short, they would still be "like a god".

Lin Feng snickered in his heart, looking at these half-believing officers, and suddenly found that he still had a bit of potential as a fortune teller.