Wu Feng winked at Yun Shuiyi: "Then, that way in Hanzhong is very easy to deal with." ”

Yun Shuiyi nodded and said, "Shui Yi has already figured it out." ”

"The east direction of the river will be handed over to you. Wu Feng said calmly: "How many people are enough?"

"I'm enough for myself. Yun Shuiyi was calmer than Wu Feng: "There are many people who make mistakes." ”

Wu Feng said: "Very good, to break this three-way encirclement, we should not lose a single soldier, so that we can have the spare strength to solve internal problems." ”

He remembered that when he was on the grassland, Yun Shuiyi also relied on the strength of one person to gather tens of thousands of troops and almost killed himself.

Yun Shuiyi was not a qualified assassin, but he was a perfect combination of an assassin and a strategist.

Of course, Wu Feng is not worried about her failure to drop the chain at a critical moment. It's just that there is no doubt about employing people, and there is no other choice in such a time of crisis.

Then trust Destiny one more time, even if it has teased me more than once.

Wu Feng raised his hand and raised his arrogant head.

Until the dust settles, no one dares to say that they are truly children of destiny. But whether the destiny is favored or not depends on both the number of fate and the determination, if you give up hope, then the sky will naturally abandon you like a piece of nothing.

He stepped out of the inner hall and walked to the golden hall, where the bells rang and the important ministers were summoned like a tide.

"Su Guang conspired to rebel and colluded with Tianzi Peak, which is a major crime of betrayal. ”

Wu Feng has a straight body, and he is as immobile as a mountain.

There was silence below.

Wu Feng didn't expect the guys to stand up and support him, all they cared about was their own one-third of an acre, and Wu Feng's prestige was far from being comparable to Su Mengzhen's original one-third of the land.

"Who can ask for it with me?" Wu Feng's eyes suddenly blazed, and he raised his voice.

"My subordinates are willing to go!"

Bai Choufei clasped his hands in his sleeves, his short body was scumbered, and his appearance was respectful, but his voice was extremely loud, and when he was smiling all over his face, he looked full of energy.

Next, Xu Danxian and others all stood up.

Su Mengzhen handed over the Shentang to Wu Feng too hastily, and he didn't even have time to cultivate his due team, and most of the people who can support Wu Feng now are his cronies who were promoted from the line of fire.

At this time, only a few leaders of the wealthy clan echoed their words and were willing to send troops.

And none of Su Can's henchmen participated in this meeting - after Xue Yiren was killed in battle, they bullied Wu Feng and were isolated, and it seemed that Wu Feng no longer regarded Wu Feng as the master of the temple.

Wu Feng was not discouraged at all.

"Then, it is enough, gather the troops quickly, and quell the rebellion. ”

......

About two thousand soldiers were quickly gathered, and about three thousand militiamen.

With such combat power, it seems to be a joke to use it to siege the city.

The art of war is surrounded by ten clouds, and the number of soldiers in Su Guang's city is close to eight hundred, not to mention that this guy is known for being good at defending the city, when tens of thousands of troops against Shenxiao Sanhe guarded Anxiang City alone for several months, and also killed Zhao Zhonggao, a famous general of Sanhe, although he was finally rescued by Wu Feng, but although he was defeated.

And because of the urgency, Wu Feng barely even carried any siege weapons.

When the team is on the verge of a tall and sturdy castle, the only thing that can be used to attack is a light ladder.

When they saw the dense crossbows and catapults on the battlements, the leaders of the wealthy clans who had brought their soldiers and horses out because of their hotheads couldn't help despairing.

After years of operation, Su Guang's residence is as solid as an iron barrel, and it is also located on a steep hill, facing a high slope, backed by a desperate valley, which can be described as the difficulty of an ape, not to mention relying on manpower to attack?

The sound of retreat sounded in the hearts of the generals and soldiers. Everyone thought about it, if the siege was unfavorable, they should get out of the way as soon as possible.

Tianzi Feng Xue Dingye is said to have brought troops to support Su Guang, but this hall master who does not know whether he is alive or dead is still so confident that he wants to crusade against the rebellion.

If you drag it out for too long, you will definitely be wrapped in dumplings under the castle.

Only when he sees the opportunity to act, he will not be buried with the stubborn hall master.

Looking at the frustrated faces of the soldiers, Wu Feng looked extremely scrappy.

"Disciples of the Divine Hall, listen to me!" Wu Feng wore a dark colored military robe, stood in front of the formation, raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Although the enemy city is solid, it is not as solid as the hearts of the people, and although the mountains are high, it is better for us to crusade against the rebellious heart!

The Chixiao Sword let out a long roar, and the fiery red light reflected the sun, and the momentum was compelling.

Wu Feng roared with his sword, leading the guards to charge towards the top of the mountain.

The lord of the faction himself charged forward, and finally aroused the courage of the soldiers to fight, and everyone rushed towards the steep hillside with their armor in their arms.

But the ranks are still sparse. If the neat formation is like a delicate and vast battlefield painting, then the formation of the Shentang army on the hillside now is like this picture scroll being soaked by the river, full of holes, and a lot of scraps of paper.

In response to Wu Feng, the soldiers also shouted hard, but it was difficult to see the determination not to be afraid of death on their faces, most of them were like a monk hitting the clock for a day.

Wu Feng failed to rescue Xue Yiren, and his prestige had been greatly affected. People value the outcome of that battle, not what Xue Dingye suffered when Wu Feng retreated.

And in a battle like attacking Su Guang, which seems to have no chance of winning, the big-headed soldiers have nothing to gain, of course, they have no fighting spirit at all.

There was also a benefit to such a sparse charge, as the thick bolts burst through the wind, splattering and scattering sparks, but they rarely hit their targets, and most of them swirled on the open hillside.

The soldiers at the head of the city did not shoot arrows too the one hand, the strength of such attacks was really insignificant, and on the other hand, most of the soldiers on both sides had relatives, friends, fellow villagers, etc., and they were not willing to kill more.

Then the sparse procession touched the edge of the wall, pretended to slash at the wall a few times, or just waved their swords in the air, and then fell back one by one, and launched a second charge.

There are also dead soldiers loyal to Wu Feng, who rushed up to the city on a ladder, but were smashed down by boiling oil or stones, either dead or wounded, and those soldiers under the command of the wealthy clan looked at them with foolish eyes.

This uninteresting farce lasted for about a stick of incense, the casualties on both sides were extremely small, and the city certainly showed no signs of being breached, not even a single brick was knocked down.

The leaders of the Hao clan looked at each other in frustration, thinking that in such a situation, the temple was afraid that it would be over.

Before Schrödinger's troops arrived, they had to withdraw their own troops to preserve their strength. If Su Can Gongzi can't turn the tide, it's about time to consider which new master is more secure.

They watched as Wu Feng bathed in the setting sun and rushed towards the towering city wall, and no one around him was willing to follow him and charge.

"Hall Master Su, the heir you chose still seems to be brave and resourceless at a critical time......"

Elder Fan sighed a little desolately, watching Wu Feng let out a long roar, slashing the fiery red sword towards the golden and iron city, like a mayfly shaking a tree.

The golden light shone on the city, and the martial soul array protected the city, making it as stable as Mount Tai.

Elder Fan remembered a stupid man named Yugong in ancient times.

And the young hall master, when he was faced with a desperate situation, the original bit of wisdom instantly came to naught, and he was really even more stupid than the foolish father.

It's no wonder that the shoulders that are too young bear too much pressure, and in such a situation, how can they not lose their accurate judgment?

He wanted to gamble desperately, but his morale was so low, this should be something he didn't expect, right?

Just as thoughts were spinning in Elder Fan's mind, and he was thinking about whether if the Divine Hall was destroyed, whether he would not hesitate to die to repay Su Mengzhen's kindness, or to find another master, a loud bang rang out.

The sight in front of him made him completely unable to believe his eyes.

As Wu Feng swung out his sword, the towering city wall like a mountain beam slammed to the ground, and a long piece collapsed inward......

It collapsed, collapsed......