After Guo Xingti, Marquis of Pingbei, led the three armies into Jincheng, until Gu Hui and Gu Ziyu knelt in front of him, they couldn't believe that it would be so simple. In his mind, Jincheng has been gnawing on this hard bone for nearly twenty years, but he has not been able to win such a big victory; Now it's just one less Yan Chongwu, but it makes everything so easy.

On the contrary, Guo Xing, the young marshal who is currently under the establishment of the pioneer battalion, is a little unimpressed by his father's worries. Of course, this is not because of his blind confidence, but because he has something new: he has just interrogated Gu Hui, the prefect of Jincheng, and the shamanic protector "Shen Gui". Although there are slight discrepancies in some details between the confessions of the two, this also proves from the side that the two parties did not collude. In this way, there is basically nothing wrong with your own speculation.

"Xing'er, do you think Gu Hui can still use this person?"

Guo Xiao, the old handsome man sitting in the prefect's study, was asking his son for advice at this time.

"I think it's available, but it's not credible. Since he could not be trusted, he could not be involved in the affairs of the grain route. ”

"But this Jincheng is too easy to take, and I always feel a little uneasy in my father's heart......"

Speaking of this, Guo Xiao raised his right arm, stopped his son who was about to defend himself, and continued:

"What are you going to say for the Father to understand...... But I don't know why this uneasiness arises, but in my heart I feel a little uneasy, and I always feel as if someone is secretly watching every move of my Pingbei army......"

If Shen Gui, the mastermind behind the scenes, hears this, he will definitely raise his fingers and praise the sentence "Jiang is still old and spicy".

Shen Gui grew up at the foot of Taibai Mountain since he was a child, and the people he dealt with in his daily life were old hunters. Some of these old hunters are good at trapping, some are good at tracking, some are good at digging holes, and some are good at hunting; However, no matter how good the technology is, how much the harvest is, these best old hunters have an inexplicable unique skill, and that is the feeling.

This feeling is not easy to describe in words, and even when teaching one's own successor, it can only rely on one's own understanding. To put it simply, it feels like practicing all the relevant knowledge of hunting to the point where you are familiar with it, and then choosing the appropriate hunting method at the right time.

It looks like it's a skilled worker, and it's not unusual. But the big difference between an old hunter and a good hunter is often in the words 'feel appropriate'. Of course, if you want to excel in any industry, feeling is an essential and decisive factor.

To use the old saying, this is also called 'enlightenment'.

Some people have just come into contact with an industry, and they can open up on their own in a few days; And some people have never been able to touch that realm for the rest of their lives. And now Guo Xiao's sense of danger comes from the 'sixth sense' after enlightenment, and although Guo Xing is both civil and military and a young man, after all, he is still shallow in battlefield experience, and there is still a big gap between him and his father.

So, Guo Xiao, who couldn't understand this feeling, didn't want to spin around on this issue at all. He just stepped forward and unfolded a leather map, explaining in detail to his father the next direction of the war:

"Father, now that our army has successfully occupied Jincheng, the third road in Youbei has also been opened. If we had followed our previous plan, we should have abandoned Jincheng and went straight to Fengjing to encircle it on all sides; However, at this time, the battle of Jincheng was unexpectedly easy, so we have a better new choice......"

Pingbeihou frowned when he heard this, but he didn't come up with any hard reason to refute it for a while, so he had to nod and signal him to continue.

"According to the information we got before, about eighty miles north of Fengjing City, there are still 30,000 Golden Armor Army and 20,000 Flying Tiger Army being stationed; And today's interrogation of Gu Hui, we got the latest news - the 30,000 golden-armored guards who are training are now leaderless! The original commander of the Golden Armor Guard was the second prince Yan Qinghong, but because the Beilan Palace was flooded a few days ago, he rushed into the fire to save his mother's life and was seriously burned, and he is still unconscious, so he ......"

"What? The second prince of Youbei was burned? What does Beilan Palace have to do with him? Hasn't this Yan Qinghong always lived outside the palace? ”

As soon as he heard that Yan Qinghong was injured, Guo Xiao immediately stood up. In his opinion, a large part of the ambiguous attitude of the Mobei people at this time comes from the Mobei blood flowing in the mother and son of Yan Qinghong and Lan Concubine Bao; Now that the Beilan Palace is in the water, Yan Qinghong has been burned, and the situation on the Mobei side is no longer clear. After all, no matter what benefits were promised at the beginning, once the mother and son died, it would be difficult for the Mobei people to trust the Youbei Yan clan.

As soon as Guo Xing saw that his father was so excited, he immediately turned around and walked behind the bookcase, pressed his father back to his seat, and then gestured and pinched his shoulders for him:

"Yes, the Beilan Palace suddenly caught fire for some reason. And Yan Qinghong happened to stay in the palace at that time, and when he heard the news, he rushed into the fire to save his mother. It's a pity that Concubine Lan in the fire has already died, but she rescued his sister Princess Fengyang, and she also fell into a fire sore, and her life and death are still unknown to this day. ”

Hearing that life and death were unknown, Guo Xiao still frowned:

"Why is there no definite news? Even in the Youbei Palace, there are our sources, but at this time, we can't even find out the life and death of a patient? ”

Because I still don't know where Yan Qinghong is, all the medical halls have never found him. But ......"

"But?"

"But there is one place, that is the mansion of Shen Gui, the grandson of Taibai Feihu, but our people have never succeeded in sneaking into it, not even once."

"A sick tiger with sharp teeth and claws can still look at its cubs? A mansion that is even more heavily guarded than the palace inside? And now Shen Gui himself, isn't he being detained in the dungeon of the Jincheng Mansion? Isn't it clear in the first instance? ”

When Guo Xing heard his father's statement, he shook his head and said:

Although this person calls himself Shen Gui, he should just be a pseudonym. According to Yi'er's inference, this person should be the current shaman of the Northern Shamanism, He Wendao! Moreover, this person is a big trouble in our hands, and we can only be courteous and not neglectful. After all, those Mobei people are also believers in shamanism, although the shamanism of the three roads in Youbei has declined, but in the Mobei grassland, shamanism still has many believers. ”

Guo Xiao shook his head, he had never been interested in these mysterious things, he only trusted the steel knife in the hand of the war horse under his crotch, and the rest couldn't arouse his interest at all:

"These are put aside in advance. Although the Golden Armor Forbidden Army is now leaderless, how should we revise the battle plan of the Pingbei Army? ”

"In Yi'er's opinion, Jincheng is only more than 400 miles away from Fengjing City, if we throw off the infantry and logistics baggage, our 8,000 vanguard cavalry only need to run for a day and night, and we can shoot horses and kill the garrison of the Golden Armor Army; It is estimated that in less than a morning, this group of ragtag armies that had just been reorganized and were now leaderless could be dispersed; After that, we did not stop, and immediately rushed to the camp of the Flying Tiger Army, until sunset, and we were sure to completely disperse the 50,000 rabble. ”

Guo Xing had just finished talking about his radical and reckless battle plan, and he was immediately reprimanded by the old marquis:

"Nonsense! Although the cavalry of the 8,000 forward battalion are all the elite of our army, it is true that my Northern Yan is not Mobei and Western Xinjiang, and every war horse is worth a thousand gold! According to your running style, even the best Qianli Divine Horse can't stand it, not to mention that after a day and a night of running, you will defeat the enemy army of 50,000 with 8,000! At that time, the people are tired, and they are far away from the Chinese army, do you want to be a lone army in the heart of the enemy? You are also familiar with military books, how could you do this..."

When Guo Xiao, the Marquis of Pingbei, said this, he was already bearded, and he looked like he hated iron but not steel, and glared angrily at himself, an unfilial son who had relapsed into his old ways. And the 'unfilial son' Guo Xing uncharacteristically interrupted his father's lecture:

"Son, I also understand that if you raise the Chinese army, even if you leave behind the grain and grass and march quickly, it is only a hundred miles away in a day. Moreover, even if they succeed in merging with the forward, the two armies in front and in the middle will definitely become exhausted, and there is not much combat effectiveness at all...... However, our vanguard battalion had war horses, and each person could carry three days' rations, and the Chinese army and logistics baggage, as long as they could reach Fengjing within five days, this was acceptable; As for running dead and scrapping war horses, there is no need to feel distressed. In their golden armor army, there are still a large number of Mobei good horses placed there, let us choose ......"

Guo Xing said this, and Guo Xiao also understood his thoughts a little:

In other words, in fact, this seemingly desperate march strategy is actually only a little unexpected in the first paragraph...... You want to use the war to feed the war, and instead use the baggage horses left over from the Golden Armor Army to replenish our army......"

"And that's not all! After we took the Golden Armor Army, we had the Battle Flags, Weapons, Armor and other Youbei equipment of the Golden Armor Army. After we change it, not only can we catch the Flying Tiger Army off guard, but we may also be able to open the gate of Fengjing City with this, so that it can really be called a bloodless battle to take the capital of Youbei...... Such a great opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it is unbelievably good. ”

Guo Xiao stroked the silver hair under his chin, and after thinking about it for a while, he also had some heart:

Yes, the 8,000 forward battalion of his own house are all battle-hardened tigers and wolves. Although the Jinjia Army falsely claimed to be 50,000, the main battle force of it was comparable to its own 8,000 troops at most; What's more, the other party is still a new army that has just been reorganized, even if the commander Yan Chongwu is not injured, with his prodigal character of spending all his time drinking, he will not be able to train any tiger soldiers at all. From this point of view, at least within five days, even if the pioneer battalion did not make any gains, there would be no danger of total annihilation......

Thinking of this, Guo Xiao turned his heart sideways, patted the handsome case with one hand, and looked directly at Guo Xing with blazing eyes:

"When can I go?"

"Today! Thousands of miles rushed for a day and a night, and after arriving tomorrow night, under the cover of night, they went straight to the camp of the Golden Armor Army! ”

"Go ahead! Let the brethren in the pioneer camp have a full meal and a good rest. Tonight, Ben Shuai will personally see you off! ”