With the stars and the moon in the sky and cloudless, tomorrow will be a rare good weather.

Mi Fang stood at the door of the tent, looking up at the night sky, her face showing hesitation.

The barracks at night is like a smooth mirror, reflecting the starlight in the sky, and the little starlight is a pile of bonfires. In the aroma, pots and pots of broth were cooked, and the soldiers sitting around the fire were drooling and preparing to enjoy a rare meat meal.

Tomorrow's battle, although Mi Fang is determined to win, he also knows that Cao's army is not so easy to deal with, so tonight he decided to let the soldiers have a full meal, so as to motivate them to fight hard for themselves tomorrow.

A horse galloped from the west, which was the direction of Liu Feng's camp.

"How is it, have you found out what the eldest prince is doing?" Mi Fang couldn't wait to ask the soldiers who rolled the saddle and dismounted.

"Back to the general, the eldest prince sent all the soldiers out, as if he told them to go to chop wood overnight."

The information brought back by the soldiers made Mi Fang a little inexplicable, and even felt a little ridiculous.

He was thinking, Liu Feng, this kid refused to obey his orders, so you also honestly strengthened the camp, who wanted to start the war tomorrow, but on the night before the battle, you transferred the soldiers to chop some kind of ghost wood.

"Chopping wood at night, it's funny."

Mi Fang snorted contemptuously and shook her head back into the tent. He sat down, unfolded a silk book, and began to write without thinking.

Mi Fang wrote a total of two letters, one was addressed to Guan Yu, and naturally complained to him, saying that his good nephew dared to disobey his orders. Mi Fang believes that with Guan Yu's surname, when he learned that Liu Feng dared to disobey his orders, Guan Yu, who had opposed Liu Bei's adoption of Liu Feng as his adopted son, would inevitably have more trouble with Liu Feng at this moment.

This second letter was addressed to his brother Mi Zhu. As soon as the letter was written, suddenly the soldiers outside came to report, saying that the eldest prince Liu Feng had come to ask for a meeting.

"This kid, finally know that he came to admit his mistake." Mi Fang closed the letter, "Call him in." ”

A moment later, Liu Feng stepped in and saw Mi Fang sitting precariously, her face still stretched, but there seemed to be a little smug between her eyebrows. Liu Feng knew that he thought he was here to apologize and be soft, so he had that German surname.

Liu Feng stepped forward and arched his hand: "Uncle, I'm here to ask again, do you really plan to fight?" ”

"The odds are mine, of course I'm going to play. Why, Ah Feng, did you regret it and decided to change your mind and go to battle with me, so that you can share a little bit of your achievements. ”

Mi Fang's self-righteousness made Liu Feng want to laugh, what kind of bullshit feats, even if I slaughtered Cao Ying with one sword, under this great feat, I still have to be suspicious, and I still can't escape the doom of a dead end.

The corners of Liu Feng's mouth raised slightly, and he said with a faint smile: "Since my uncle has made up his mind, then I have nothing to persuade me, as for this battle achievement, if my uncle has confidence, he can take it all." But I can't watch my uncle go into battle and fight, but I turn a blind eye, so if you don't object, uncle, I want to lead my troops and horses tomorrow to cheer for my uncle in the back. ”

'What kind of pressure and cheering, it's not that I want a piece of the pie. ’

Mi Fang thought that his nephew was apologizing for the previous violation, but when he heard that Liu Feng didn't seem to have this intention, he was a little disappointed, and snorted coldly: "Whatever you want." ”

"Then I won't bother my uncle, I wish my uncle Ming said that the armor will be victorious and achieve great achievements." Liu Feng complimented him a few words, and then left.

Seeing Liu Feng leave, Mi Fang's face appeared angry again, and he muttered angrily: "This kid still doesn't repent, hmph, you will know your mistake sooner or later." ”

The night passed in a blink of an eye.

When Xu said that he was about to be promoted, the Liu Jiajun of the Lushan battalion was already busy, burying the pot to make rice, and after a hurried breakfast, Mi Fang led his 700 soldiers and horses to stride out of the camp. The soldiers and horses traveled more than a mile along the westward dirt road, and at a fork, Mi Fang saw Liu Feng and his two hundred soldiers and horses who had been waiting here for a long time.

"My scouts have just returned, Cao's army has already left the camp, and now it is fifteen miles away, and my uncle may have to speed up the march." Liu Feng reminded with a smile.

Seeing Liu Feng's polite expression, Mi Fang always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of anything wrong for a while.

"Of course I know this, I don't need you to remind me. Let's go! Mi Fang shouted loudly and rode away.

Seeing the seven hundred soldiers walking away on the muddy road, until they were far away into a black shadow at the end of the avenue, Ma Jian beside him said: "The eldest prince, the time is almost up, and we should start deploying." ”

Liu Feng took a deep breath, his eyes were as cold as a blade, and he nodded slightly: "Then let's start, I hope your strategy can work." ”

"Don't worry, the eldest prince, everything is under my control." In the morning breeze, Ma Tan's frozen red face showed a confident smile.

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When the light of day dawned, Mi Fang's troops arrived at the pre-conceived battle site, which was the narrowest and most muddy section of the Yangtze River Avenue, no more than forty steps wide from north to south.

According to the plan drawn up in advance, Mi Fang quickly completed the arrangement of troops. Two hundred infantry marched in front of the halberd, blocking the entire road, while the remaining five hundred soldiers and horses were armed with bows and crossbows, distributed behind the halberders.

The ratio of two to five steps to the bow is theoretically a bit unbalanced, but this is what Mi Fang is proud of. He believed that the Cao army of 1,000 men who was about to fight would not be equipped with more than 200 crossbowmen, so that he could easily win the battle by relying on the absolute superiority in the number of crossbowmen, coupled with the sluggishness of the enemy's attack on the muddy terrain.

Shortly after the formation was completed, at the end of the formation, a thin black line came into view. As time passed, the black line continued to creep towards one's position.

The enemy has finally appeared.

Jiang Tao slapped the gravel on the shore, and the soldiers who were closer to the river could even be hit in the face by the splash of water. As the black line in front of them approached, everyone felt the drumming in their ears getting louder and louder, an illusion caused by the heartbeat beating at an accelerated pace.

"Halberd prepares."

With Mi Fang's shout, the two hundred infantry generals lowered the halberd pointing to the sky, and the jagged halberd blades formed a forest of cold light.

Five hundred steps, four hundred steps, three steps hundred, two hundred steps.

When the blurry image of the enemy finally came into view, Mi Fang's heart suddenly felt like being struck hard by a whip stained with water, and the face that was originally determined to win turned pale in an instant.

What greeted him was not the imaginary rows of enemy soldiers with halberds and spears, but rows of huge oars and shields more than one person high, slowly pressing over like an impregnable iron wall in the dull beat of drums.