Mention the name Feng San.

It may not be well-known near Xiangyang City.

But if it is replaced by Feng's beheading.

Come to think of it, anyone who paid attention to some of the people who paid attention to the last Northern Expedition knew it in their hearts.

One sword, three bloody battles.

Sixty-three gold slashing heads!

This is the origin of the nickname Feng beheading.

After enlisting in the army for eight years, he sat all the way to the position of the leader of the army in the back army.

Feng San's fame can be said to come mostly from the Guan knife in his hand.

Iron-clad man.

He is one of the most favored figures in the Beiwei Army.

But including Yue Fei, the entire Xiangyang area may not be known.

The famous 'Feng Chopping Head' was actually from the Lan family's guards.

To the west of Xiangyang City, thirty-two miles away, there is a Wangyang slope.

This is where Feng San's department is stationed.

The camp is stationed on the slope of the hill that looks at the sunny slope again.

A troop of 1,300 people.

Powerful generals.

Feng San's road to the clouds seems to be visible at a glance.

As long as he fights another battle safely, in the next step, maybe he will be able to mix up the position of a miscellaneous general.

But how can there be peace in war?

Just like at this time.

Just after the natural disaster, most of the camp on the slope of Wangyang also collapsed.

But those Mongolian barbarians killed Jiang at this time!

Inside the big tent.

A group of battalion and guard officers who had already been warned by wolf smoke gathered here.

Whispers are endless.

And on top of it, on a leather soft chair with a strong Lan family atmosphere, Feng San frowned and looked at the sand table in front of him.

"Thirty-four thousand."

"Is the message accurate?"

"This is the ..... that the brothers of the patrol battalion have probed with their lives."

"Old Sun, don't forget, on that Wudang Mountain, there are still 3,000 Mongolian iron horsemen..."

"That's thirty-seven.... Count him 40,000! ”

"My good boy.... 40,000 people, close to 100,000 horses, this battle is not easy to fight. ”

"Don't say frustrating words, be careful Feng Laosan clean you up...."

"Cut, Lao Sun, then you say, just us with short legs, how can we chase after other people's barbarians with one person and two horses? Is this for us to break our legs? ”

A little discussion is within the permissible range.

Feng San's group of people were not afraid that this battle would be lost.

To know.

Not to mention the side, there is no need for support from other states and counties.

In Xiangyang alone, there were 120,000 original garrisons!

Although most of the most elite back army and divine arm army were taken away by Yue Pengju.

But just like that, there are still nearly 70,000 regular troops left near Xiangyang!

Still not counting the garrison of the Yangtze River defense line, and the reinforcements who rushed to Xiangyang after hearing the news.....

There is a male city garrison.

The leader is the son of Yue Shuai.

Soldiers are well fed!

How to lose?

Xiangyang City was breached?

No kidding.......

You know, the armament construction on that majestic city has never stopped over the years.

All of the above.

It can be said that it is the consensus among many generals and schools on the front line of Xiangyang.

The Mongols came.

But Xiangyang will not be breached!

Compared with worrying about the survival of Xiangyang, what made these generals more concerned was how many Mongols could be eaten in this battle.......

"After all, it's close to 40,000 people....."

Everyone was still discussing, and Feng San, who had been watching the sand table for a long time, suddenly whispered.

Suddenly, the sound of discussion in the tent stopped!

Several of the camp guards who had just discussed looked at each other, and then selected the one with the most 'kind' temper and came out.

"Sima, in this battle, there is no order for our station, how should we fight?"

How to fight?

Feng San, who heard this, laughed dumbly.

How can it be played?

Since he didn't get the order, his beheaded troops naturally surrounded the surrounding garrison.

In a hunting posture, wait for the Mongol army to crash out of the bag full of heads under the city of Xiangyang!

When the Mongols were beaten and wanted to run.

Take a bite on the vicious follow!

This thought just flashed through Feng San's mind.

Then, I saw this idiotish and stereotypical leader Sima speak:

"Wait for the military order!"

"This...."

"Sima...."

"We can't just sit here and wait..."

Hearing Feng San say that he was going to wait for the military order, the battalion guard officers were a little furious.

It is different from the army's 'smelling golden change' ten years ago.

After experiencing a magnificent Northern Expedition campaign, all the officers of the elite troops on the left side of Xiangyang City did not want to use the enemy's head to pave their own green clouds.

Now that we have encountered the enemy, we have a huge advantage in defending the city and hunting.

The self-patriarch actually asked them to wait for military orders?

Isn't this just a matter of letting go of the military exploits you have in your hands and not earning them!

The officers were quite complaining in their hearts.

But not before they could speak.

I heard a sudden shout from outside the tent!

"Report !!"

With a hearty shout, a dusty herald rushed into Feng San's tent.

"Report to the marshal, there is a military order from General Yue from Xiangyang, asking the military Sima to feel the location of the imperial court five miles west of Xiangyang City before dawn tomorrow!

This is a letter and a warrant, please Feng Sima to check! ”

The messenger who shouted appeared to be in his early twenties, kneeling on the ground, his hands raised and presenting the letters and warrants in his hands.

A personal guard took it, turned around and handed it to Feng San.

Feng San looked again, and the officers below began to ask about the herald

"The Imperial Court?"

"Frontal battle?"

"What does the military newspaper say? Who sent the message? ”

"Who else is with us?"

The uproar in the camp rang out again.

This made Feng San in the main seat frown slightly.

Then, I don't know what I thought, and I quickly stretched out again.

"Come, take this messenger brother down, run such a long way, and greet me with good wine and meat!"

A rough voice came from Feng San's mouth.

He has his own guards to go up and support.

However, the action of pulling down the herald made everyone present stunned!

Rejecting the support of the soldiers on both sides, the herald from Xiangyang suddenly shouted at Feng San:

"Feng Sima, eat and drink will be exempted, please focus on military affairs!"

"Feng knows! Naturally, military affairs are the priority! ”

"Please also ask Feng Sima to let me be courageous, General Yue's military order is clear, and Feng Sima's team is required to immediately withdraw from the camp and move closer to Xiangyang City!

If not, military law will serve! ”

Even when he was kneeling on the ground, the herald still had his head raised!

Yue Yun's request was repeated exactly a bit.

What is this man?

Sent by Yue Yun to supervise him Feng San?

Such a thought flashed in his heart, and Feng San's expression remained unchanged.

Just a high-pitched voice with an indifferent voice:

"In that case..... Sun Gaoren! ”

"The subordinates are here!"

"Herald!

The whole army is in camp!! ”

"Whoa!"

"Whoa!"

"!!"

The officers who heard the military order went down in turn to prepare.

The herald who got the result he wanted, was also taken out of the big tent by the guards at this time.

In the big tent, only Feng San and his four personal soldiers who dismantled the camp tent were present.

The four guards all had a fateful relationship with Feng San.

Without outsiders, Feng San's brows furrowed again.

"Mobilize all the surrounding garrisons, county guards, and militia on the left..... Yue Yun: What is this trying to do?

Under the city of Xiangyang, a field battle with the Mongols?

It's just nonsense!! ”

For Feng San slandering Shangguan behind his back.

The guards on the side just didn't hear it.

I still went my own way and packed up the trivial items in the tent.

And yet at this very moment!

An illusory shadow suddenly 'drilled' in from outside the tent!

"Who!"

"Bold!"

"Thorny ....."

As soon as several guards pulled out the saber from their waists, they swallowed the word 'guest' in their throats.

I saw the inside of the tent.

The shadow shows the figure, but it is a red phantom.

That's not the point.

The point is that the moment the other party showed his figure, Feng San stopped their movements first.

Feng San recognized the Fire Ghost King!

I know that this is the 'shadow' of my son-in-law!

Really.

Seeing that the few people in the tent didn't move, the shadow guard just tilted his head.

Then, he put his hand into his chest, took out a letter and put it in front of Feng San, and spit out two words without any movement.

"Yours."

It's mine?

Feng San was stunned when he heard this, and then picked up the letter in front of him and opened it to watch.

Inside the envelope is the handwriting of Lan Li.

And Lan Li's requirements.....

Seeing the command on it, Feng San's expression changed slightly.

Then, as if he had let go of something, he let out a long sigh.

After doing this action, Feng San suddenly turned his head to look at the captain of the guard beside him and said:

"Brother Jin, we have also been friends for nearly ten years, right?"

"The general has something to say, as long as I don't let Lao Jin and I vote for a barbarian, then Lao Jin will depend on the general."

The captain of the guard looked directly into Feng San's eyes and replied in a firm voice.

Feng San nodded when he saw this.

Subsequently.

I just felt my hands start to itch.

Want to grab something.

It was like trying to pick up a knife and cut something.

After searching for a while, his eyes turned red with anxiety.

"What about knives? Where's my broadsword? ”

"General!"

"General, what's wrong with you?"

"Knives! Knife! Give me the knife! Yaye is going to cut down the turtle sons!! ”

......

......

Lan Li's letter to Feng San is very simple.

Three main things are told.

First, Zhao Yi died.

Second, he was asked to avoid a head-on battle with the Mongols as much as possible, and to try to hide in the rear and gather the scattered generals.

Third, the Lan family's fleet is stationed at Binh Duong Ferry.

The above three things contain a truth.

Lan Li didn't say it explicitly.

But Feng San figured it out after thinking about it for a while.

The emperor died!!

At the threshold of the natural disaster, the emperor died suddenly.

The Mongols struck suddenly.

This seemed unrelated, but in fact, Lan Li was just saying a word to Feng San.

The world is going to be in chaos!!

Without Zhao Yi's support, can Yue Fei, the nominal envoy of Bianliang Road, and the actual prince of one side, still be stable?

After the new emperor takes office, I am afraid that the first thing he will do is to deal with Yue Fei!

Are you kidding?

A festival envoy, with 200,000 elite soldiers, oversees many states and counties in the hinterland of the Central Plains.

Then you want to welcome back the 'two saints' in the Jin Kingdom?

This kind of thing, no matter who sits on the throne, is unacceptable.

Yue Fei is Zhao Yi's diehard.

It's not the new emperor's!

Whoever becomes the emperor will never give Yue Fei so much power again.

And what's next?

Ordered to seize power?

Charged Yue Fei with a crime, he directly deprived Yue Fei of his official position and military power?

The emperor did not dare to !!

A general with 200,000 elites in his hands, deep-rooted, his subordinates are all over the entire Yangtze River defense line, and he has been in charge of power for more than ten years.

If you can remove it in one word.....

That's a joke!

It was precisely because they did not dare that there was a scene of the Mongols going south.

If not.

Why was the news of Zhao Yi's death known to the Mongols before it reached Xiangyang?

The news of the Mongolians is actually better than that of the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce?

Ultimately.

There was still chaos in Linjiang City, and after Zhao Yi was bedridden, someone took the lead to deliver the news to the Mongols.

It is precisely because of this that there is a scene of Zhao Min living in Wudang Mountain for a long time.

And Lan Li, this is the opportunity to learn the news of Zhao Yi's death from Zhao Min's mouth!

These things cannot be announced to the public.

You can only guess by Lan Li!

And in Xiangyang City, what happened at this time further confirmed Lan Li's speculation.

'Knock, knock, knock, knock.....'

The drums of war at the head of the city were beaten continuously.

This is to gather the defenders of the city.

Sitting on the wall of his own courtyard, with his legs on the wall, Lan Li looked at the scene in front of him with a complicated expression.

Bands of soldiers are gathering.

If nothing else, among them, there are many 'spies' from Linjiang.

"Is it a spy?

Sort of....

If they really dare to cooperate with the Mongols to deceive the city gates....."

Lan Li was muttering in a low voice.

Beside him, Dongfang Bai, who had been called by Lan Li for a while, was at a loss.

What does Lan Li say again?

Trick open the city gates?

Are you kidding!

This is Xiangyang!!

"Yue Pengju, do you know about these, and are all these things in your plan?"

"Lan Li.... What exactly are you talking about?"

"Want to know?"

“......”

"Call Master, and then do something for me."

Dongfang Bai's mouth opened slightly, and his eyes widened violently.

Anyway, why is it that every time something happens, she is called by this guy to get busy?

Reluctantly.....

But Dongfang Bai really wants to know!

After struggling for less than three seconds, Dongfang Bai agreed very happily.

"Master! You just tell you to! ”

Since you want to learn skills, don't be cheeky or anything, Dongfang Bai is used to it......

Hearing this, Lan Li chuckled.

Then he said softly:

"I told you something, and I guess you won't understand it for a while.

That is, a large landlord died, and several sons of the landlord competed for the family property.

As a result, I suddenly found that a big housekeeper in my own family could get more than them, and there was a possibility that he would turn around and rob them.....

So, these sons are thinking about killing this big butler at this moment.

Well, that's about it. ”

"You're talking about Yue Fei?"

"Huh? Little white has become smarter! ”

"..... so"

Ignoring Lan Li's quip very naturally, Dongfang Bai was still sorting out his thoughts.

After half a ring, she suddenly grew her mouth:

"It's the emperor who died!!"

The scream was almost broken, causing many people in the courtyard to look in her direction.

Being watched by many eyes, Dongfang Bai forced himself not to look at them.

It's just that a pair of eyes are fixed on Lan Li's light face.

"You say.... The emperor is dead? ”

"Probably... Right? ”

"That'..... These Mongols ...."

"yes, that's what you think.

Since I can't rob the big housekeeper by myself.

Then you can only hire robbers to help......"