Hanzhong is actually not so easy to attack because of the terrain. Feng Shuangli actually knows this.

Whether it was when he followed the Eight Kings Zhang Xianzhong to many places or later entered Sichuan and occupied the mountains as the king, Hanzhong has always been the most difficult bone to gnaw.

Feng Shuangli knew very well that the most important thing in order to win Hanzhong was not the final battle to attack the city, but to uproot all the forts surrounding Hanzhong City as much as possible.

Only in this way will Hanzhong City be like a man whose hands and feet have been cut off, and he will not be able to resist at all.

With years of experience in leading troops, Feng Shuangli sent scouts to investigate.

The soldiers under his command have been in Sichuan and Yunnan for many years, and they have long adapted to this mountainous environment, and they can be said to be easy to investigate.

Although Feng Shuangli vowed to take Hanzhong, he did not act in a hurry, but fought steadily step by step. This is very similar to Zhang Xianzhong back then.

Zhang Xianzhong seems to be brave, but in fact he does not fight unprepared battles.

A little analysis of all the major battles fought by the Western Army in those years shows that the Western Army has a lot of advantages.

The so-called time, place and people are favorable, and the Western Army will only go to war if they have both.

In other words, Zhang Xianzhong will only fight when he wants to, as long as he doesn't want to fight, then this battle will definitely not be able to fight.

The officers and soldiers seemed to be able to surround Zhang Xianzhong and occupy a numerical advantage. But it's really embarrassing to find that you can't fight anywhere.

Emperor Chongzhen is also a bag.

Compared with the straightforward King Chuang, Zhang Xianzhong's cunning rabbit three holes is even more of a headache.

In other words, Chongzhen was dragged to death.

Feng Shuangli has been around Zhang Xianzhong for many years, and naturally he has learned the essence of it.

It's just that now the object of his attack has changed from the Ming official army to the Tartars.

And he represents the Ming Dynasty official army, which is the right way.

You can't rush into a war, otherwise it's easy to fall into the vicious circle of fighting for the sake of war, and you will look embarrassed in all aspects.

Feng Shuangli ordered the army to be stationed outside a valley.

There is a small river here, and the water source is not a problem. The terrain is also relatively open, and there is no possibility of being ambushed.

Feng Shuangli attaches great importance to these details, and in his opinion, as long as he can do a good job in the details, he has already won three points in the battle.

"Lord Wang, drink some water."

The soldiers put the water they had drawn from the river into a cowhide water bladder and respectfully sent it to Feng Shuangli.

The water they had brought was almost exhausted, but fortunately there was a river here that could be replenished in time.

Feng Shuangli nodded, took the kettle and nodded gently.

He took a sip, then handed the kettle to his own soldiers.

"Give the order to bury the pot and make rice."

This is a good place to stay, Feng Shuangli decided to spend the night here.

"Yes!"

The soldiers clenched their fists and gave the order to leave.

Feng Shuangli sat down cross-legged.

Years of military service have made him develop the habit of sitting cross-legged.

Even if he is crowned king, this is true when he stays in the palace.

Feng Shuangli felt very comfortable sitting like this, so he didn't care about other people's opinions.

I have to say that this initiative to attack Hanzhong made Feng Shuangli regain the feeling he had when he followed the Eight Kings to fight in the south and the north.

I haven't felt this way in a long time.

Or rather, it hasn't been since it returned to the Ming army.

The Ming army paid attention to rules and prohibitions.

Follow the rules step by step, and there is not much room to play.

Feng Shuangli felt that this was without aura.

Fighters on the battlefield are fleeting, and if you have to ask for instructions on everything, it is difficult to seize the opportunity.

It's just that today's son is a person who likes to take charge of the overall situation.

Feng Shuangli didn't think it before. In the last two years, this feeling has become more and more apparent.

Feng Shuangli has always been disdainful of the Zhu family.

In his opinion, this kind of Tianhuang nobleman who was born in the deep palace and grew up in the hands of a woman has no other advantages except for noble blood, let alone ability.

That is to say, the Great Western Army needs a justifiable reason to resist the Qing Dynasty, otherwise the King of Jin is afraid that he will not support today, right?

It's just that when today's son still likes to do something about the royal driving pro-campaign, he can still win all the time, it's really embarrassing.

Feng Shuangli had no way to care about this, so he could only do his best to be himself.

He wants to prove with his actions that without the emperor, the rest of the Western Army can also play well on the battlefield.

More than ten years have passed, and the Eight Kings have been dead for more than ten years.

Feng Shuangli clearly remembered the last order of the Eight Kings before they were shot to death by the Tartars, that is, to resist the capture to the end.

No matter who is the emperor in this world, he must not be a Tartar.

If you want to choose between Tartar and Emperor Zhu, Zhang Xianzhong would rather choose the emperor.

Feng Shuangli will also choose so.

So although he is very disdainful of Yongli, he will still fight for it.

"Lord Qiyu, I caught a spy!"

Feng Shuangli was stunned, and his own soldiers came to his side and hugged their fists to report.

Feng Shuangli coughed and said, "Bring him here, this king will interrogate him personally." ”

Soon a sturdy man with his hands tied was escorted over.

Feng Shuangli looked at this man carefully, and the tendons and flesh of this person's body looked very strong. I think I'm in my twenties.

But it wasn't these that first caught Feng Shuangli's attention, but the bare top of his head and the ugly money rat tail on his head.

"Say, you're here to spy on information."

Feng Shuangli asked straight to the point.

The man hurriedly struggled to explain: "The general misunderstood, I'm not a spy." ”

Feng Shuangli said coldly: "I also said that you are not a spy, you have thick calluses on your hands, and you look like you have been holding a bow all year round." Look at your body again, what is it that is not a soldier. ”

The man hurriedly explained: "The general misunderstood, I'm really not a spy." But the general is right about one thing. I am a hunter in this mountain, and I make a living by hunting. I shoot a good arrow, even the wild roe deer, the wild deer can't outrun me three arrows. ”

Orion?

Feng Shuangli looked this guy up and down carefully, and found that it was really in line with this identity.

Seeing that he asked very cautiously, "Since you are an Orion, what do you mean by the braids on your head?" ”

The man sighed helplessly: "The general doesn't think that Orion can do without braids, right?" After the Tartars entered the customs, they ordered to keep their heads without hair, and without their heads. In addition to monks and Taoist priests who must shave their heads, Orion is no exception. Although he lives in the mountains, if he is caught, he will be beheaded. What's more, a certain person also has to go into the county to sell animal skins, and if he doesn't shave his hair and keep this braid, isn't he looking for death? ”

Feng Shuangli thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be the truth.

Although this hunter lives deep in the mountains, it is impossible to completely isolate himself from the outside world.

Otherwise, livelihood is a big problem.

Looking at it this way, what he said should be true.

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