In the tent, the Turkic national master Mo Ji stared at Fang Zheng with grief and anger... and the dry laughter of Fang Zheng's sacrificed muscles fell silent for a moment.

Mojilian really feels wronged.

The times change, one after another, he understood. Now the national strength of the Turks is different from the past. After several years of civil war, it has exhausted its own resources and its population has also declined rapidly. Mochu was forced to survive by relying on the protection of the Chinese wings. As the saying goes, a weak country has no diplomacy, and its national strength is not as strong as the Chinese dynasty. Moji had no choice but to endure everything and not conflict with the Chinese dynasty. He believed that as long as Mochu was defeated, he could show his ambitions on the grassland. There was always something to do, and sooner or later the Turks would be stronger than the Chinese dynasty again.

But the Northern Expedition coach sent by Huachao is too bullying!

From the first day he led his army to the grassland, he has been taking advantage of it in a provocative way. He has done so many unethical things, but he himself seems to have not realized it. Looking at the innocent and pure appearance of Marshal Fang in front of him, Moji even wanted to draw out his knife and kill him with one knife!

Moji is old, isn't it the impulse young man who used to be excited and ignited. He has been in a high position for so many years, and he understands the principle of being calm in everything.

But now, he really wants to calm down. It’s been so many years! There has been no such impulse for many years!

The handsome tent was silent for a long time. Fang Zheng turned his eyes and then filled his face with a false smile and said, "National Master, we are allies who are as close as brothers. Why bother with trivial matters? Let's take it over, forget it, I promise I will never take advantage of you again."

Thinking about the desolate scene in the Turkic camp, Fang Zheng seemed to be sad and touched his mouth: "In fact, you have no advantage, you can take it, alas."

Mojilian said furiously: "You have demolished my husband's camp so badly that the little Khan has been bullied by you, and you have all the food left. Just say it's over?"

Fang Zheng sighed heavily, and he felt helpless when he spread such a stingy Allied partner.

Looking back on his days after entering the grassland, he found that except for giving a combat order to annihilate Chai Mengshan, the rest of his days were basically fighting bravely and wits with this old national teacher...

OK, I won’t put gold on my face, and it’s a bit exaggerated to say that fighting courage and wisdom is actually constantly arguing with Mojilian around trivial matters, just like buying vegetables in a vegetable market. Today I will give you a penny less, and tomorrow you will let me go half of my yellow knowledge."

Living like this is really boring. Fang Zheng felt that since he is the commander of the three armies, he would not be able to win every battle, at least he should be more active and motivated in his life.

Looking up at the outside of the tent, Fang Zheng changed the subject and sighed with affectionate eyes: "Ah. What a dazzling sunshine, today must be a good weather."

Mo Jilian said coldly with a calm face: "Master Fang, it's only the fourth day now, and the sun has not risen yet,

Fang Zheng:

Silence for a long time.

"National Master, are you hungry? I'll ask someone to get you some late-night snacks."

"Hmph! I'm full and not hungry!"

Continue to remain silent.

Fang Zheng had a little tooth pain. This old guy is here to find fault today? I have put my posture so low. What else do you want? I just took advantage of you a few times, why did I look like I dug up your ancestral grave? I had known that I would have ambushed five hundred knives and axe drivers outside the tent and killed you down...

"National Master, you came to my camp in person in the middle of the night. There should be something else besides complaining, right?" Fang Zheng didn't want to get involved in this matter and asked differently.

Mojilian's expression was stiff and his expression changed several times. Finally, he sighed and said dejectedly: "I took a look at the camp's food and grass in the evening and found that it had been punished. My Turkic camp has been cut off from today. So I came here to ask Marshal Fang for help and ask the Marshal to allocate some food and grass for emergency response. If Mochuo is defeated in the next day, I will be successful in restoring the country and will be returned ten times."

Fang Zheng listened with a smile, and after Mojilian finished speaking, Fang Zheng smiled and said, "You and I are allies, and we should pay the right amount to fund the food and grass. Don't worry, the national teacher. I will transfer it to you immediately."

As he said that, regardless of Mojilian's shocked eyes, Fang Zheng turned his head to Wensen and said, "Go and pass on my general order. Order the military officer to send ten days of food to the Turkic camp to solve the national army's urgent needs."

Moji Lian opened his mouth in surprise. What does this mean? In the past, he always pushed him to help him with food and grass, but why is he so generous today? Could it be that there is a deception? Moji Lian looked horizontally and vertically, and felt that Marshal Fang was not as generous as a person. If he had to give anything, he would have to take back ten or a hundred times what was the idea of ​​this guy? What did he want?

Moji was ready to make some comments, and even thought about threats. If Hua Chao did not provide food and grass, he would lead his army eastward to Liaozhou. In this way, Mochu's troops would point directly to Youzhou and Hua Chao's Northern Expedition Army and let them fight themselves.

But he never expected that Fang Zheng would agree so readily to give him food and grass today, making the carefully prepared speeches useless.

Mo Jilian's face twitched a few times, pressed his suspicion, showed a look of joy, bowed and smiled, "So, I thank the marshal for his generous support."

After a pause, Mojilian said carefully: "Well, I report to the marshal first, I have no money."

Fang Zheng was stunned and then smiled and said, "It's okay. I don't want your money for free. Do I look like the kind of person who blackmailed the Allied Army? Lao Mo. We have known each other for so long, I believe you know my character clearly.

Of course I know your character, but it is because I know that I have to be more careful.

Mojilian hesitated for a moment and said, "Our Turkic women are not as beautiful as those of the Huachao women. You can live a rough life."

Fang Zheng's face turned a little dark: "You don't need to send Turkic women, I don't like women."

"I have nothing to dismantle in my camp." "Bang bang!" My Dazhuo only tastes good, no need to dismantle your camp again ※

"You bring your relatives to eat and drink, but you can eat your own food and grass. After eating, I have to care about you.

Keep gritting your teeth" Jia Bangbang: "No, we have food and supplies ourselves!"

Little Khan's little cock can no longer be played, and it will be a big deal if it is played again."

Fang Zheng:”

"National Master, please talk more, I think I will change my mind."

"Ah, I won't say anything. Thank you Marshal Fang for his generous support. My Turkic people are very grateful to the Marshal."

After getting food and supplies, Mo Jilian's heart was obviously much better. His eyes were full of kindness when he looked at Fang Zheng. He stroked his beard gracefully and kept smiling at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng was also laughing. There was a bottom line in everything, and he had to take advantage of it. He should give him some benefits. Besides, the one he set up was aimed at all the Turks. Mojilian Ruoge left after slapping his butt. How could he continue to sing this drama?

The two of them thought about their own interests and felt very satisfied. Then they looked up and looked at each other. They laughed loudly again, laughing very comfortably.

After sitting in the commander's tent for a while, Moji bowed his hand and said, "Marson Fang, your camp sent out all 100,000 troops yesterday afternoon to annihilate Chai Mengshan's troops. Is the marshal's move sure to win?"

Fang Zheng blinked and smiled and said, "If 100,000 people can't settle the more than 20,000 people in Chai Mengshan. I, Qian Qianqian, can hang it on a crooked tree as soon as possible. Why don't you fight bird wars? The national master will worry. After annihilation of Chai Mengshan, we will be much more relaxed when dealing with Mochu. I will do my best to help the national master and the little Khan restore the country.

Mojilian nodded and frowned again, "But Chaimeng Mountain is easy to remove, and Mochu's pursuers are not easy to block. Mu Meng Mountain and Mochu Camp are less than a hundred miles apart, and the two battalions echo each other. Reinforcements can arrive within one hour. If your country wants to cut Chaimeng Mountain, there will be a lot of casualties.

Fang Zheng jumped with eyebrows and said with a smile: "Wars always kill people, and there is nothing I can do. All I can do is to minimize casualties to the least not let the soldiers die in vain. I have confidence in Qin Chong and Feng Qiudao. They are a famous general of a generation. They naturally know how to advance and retreat."

Mojilian looked at Fang Zhengren for a while, then Zhan Yan smiled and said, "General Qin and General Feng of your country. I have also heard of the name of Daqin for a long time in the grassland. I believe that the true gods will bless them and they will bring a satisfactory result to the marshal."

Moji Company breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If Chai Mengshan is removed, we will have at least 60% chance of winning in a battle with Mochu. I can rest assured.

Fang Zheng said: "According to the national teacher's opinion, if Chai Mengshan's troops are annihilated, what will Mochu do next?"

Mojilian smiled and said, "What should I do? In addition to being furious, he certainly formed a large army and came to fight us to the death.

Fang Zheng said in surprise: "Enter the final battle so soon? Mochuo is too impulsive? Why do I feel like a young man who can't hold back?"

Moji smiled and said, "I have fought with Mochu for several years, and people know very well about him. Mochu is slow to use himself and has too much confidence in the Turkic warriors under his command. He believes that nothing in the world can stop him from moving forward. No matter how sharp the sword and the strong walls are, the soldiers under his command can defeat them in one fell swoop. His confidence has slowly evolved into arrogance.

"Mochu started a decisive battle, not because of impulse. He had the reason to have to start a decisive battle as soon as possible.

"First, the Turkic tribes fought a civil war for several years, and even the brave warriors could not withstand the constant wars for several years. In the past few years, the soldiers' swords became dull, the arrows were unfavorable, and even their morale became tired. Mochu urgently needed a decisive battle to determine the world to end this long and endless conquest.

"Secondly, the Chinese Dynasty has always pursued war defense, but this time it suddenly sent a large army to take the initiative to fight the northern expedition. This move made Mochu feel dangerous. In addition, you and I have joined forces, and in terms of force, it has slightly surpassed him. He must use a victory to consolidate his invincible confidence.

"Thirdly, the loss of war on a country and nation is huge. In a few years, I only had 50,000 soldiers under my command, and I had to rely on your country to provide us with food, grass and weapons. Mochuo looked at the scenery, but in fact he couldn't hold on for long. The food, grass and grass consumed by his army every day, the lost forces in each war, scrapped weapons, etc., are all huge numbers. In order to support the soldiers under his command, he must launch a decisive battle as soon as possible and defeat us in one fell swoop. From then on, the grassland and Huachao were flat for him, and no one would stop him from robbing."

After Mojilian finished speaking, he smiled and looked at Fang Zheng: "Marson Fang, if Chai Mengshan has been removed, the decisive battle to decide who is the master of the grassland and Huachao will soon arrive. I am waiting for the Marshal to play the song of triumphant.

Fang Zheng's expression changed a lot, and the more Mojilian's words became more and more reasonable. It seems that Mochuo would really set up a large army at all costs and launch a decisive battle early. Does his side have a chance of winning?

Fang Zheng felt pressure.

Looking at Mojilian's smiling expression while stroking his beard, Fang Zheng understood that this old guy planned to preserve his strength and watch the tiger fight. No matter who loses, he would rush forward to win the fruit of victory. The old sly guy, who has a good plan, how can I make you happy?

Inside the valley by the Yu River.

The rain of arrows was mercilessly shot at the Turkic army led by Datata. Some people kept screaming and falling off their horses, and countless war horses were shot with arrows and neighing.

In the narrow valley, blood was flowing all over the ground, countless corpses were lying in a mess, and were trampled on by panicked war horses. The whole scene was even more miserable than hell.

At the end of the valley, Feng Qiudao immediately came to the head of the formation, and was silent at the hellish scene in front of him. His expression was as cold as usual, and the light emitted in his eyes was apart from indifference.

"Continue to shoot arrows!" Mother Qiu Dao ordered coldly.

Kill one more enemy, and the decisive battle with Mochu will have more chances of winning. As a general, Feng Qiudao understands it better than anyone else.

The messengers beside him began to wave the flags vigorously. The war drums behind the central army sounded, dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong, which was exciting.

On the mountain buns on both sides of the valley, the archer heard the order and tapped the arrow again. A sharp arrow from a storm ruthlessly shot towards the Turkic army trapped in the valley.

There were countless shrill screams in his ears. Fire was about to emerge from Datata's eyes. He raised his scimitar, blocking several sharp arrows that shot at him, and then neighed: "The back team changed to the front team, and immediately withdraw from the valley, hurry!"

"We set up a formation on the grassland outside the valley to fight life and death with these evil and despicable Huachao people!"

In a panic, Databa killed several Turkic soldiers who were blocking the middle of the road and fleeing in panic. He also issued a harsh retreat order.

Braving the rain of arrows like a forest, Datata finally led the army out of the valley.

The thunderbolts are born kings of the grassland. Once they exit the hellish valley and return to the grassland, they immediately calmed down and arranged neatly according to the usual wartime arrangements. The scimitar was unsheathed in their hands. Sparks of hatred appeared in everyone's eyes, staring at the dark narrow path in the middle of the valley.

Datata's face was so angry that his face was deformed. He rode his horse in front of the formation, his face was ferocious, and he said with a hoarse throat: "Count the casualties immediately, hurry up!"

The centurion, the commander of thousands of men, counted the casualties one after another. Datata's face turned pale as he listened to the casualties statistics. Suddenly, he tore up his head and shouted like a wounded beast.

From entering the valley to rushing out, in more than half an hour, the Turkic army suffered nearly 10,000 casualties. This shocking number made Datata angry.

As the main general, he was even more worried about his fate. He took out 50,000 elite cavalry under the order of Mochu Khan, and these troops accounted for half of all Mochu's current troops. However, he accidentally entered the valley because of the trick of the Chinese people. He lost 10,000 people in more than half an hour. How could he explain to Mochu Khan when he went back?

Not to mention that Chai Mengshan has been wiped out. Faced with such a battle situation, how will he bear the anger of Mochu Khan after he returns?

After gritting his teeth, Datata had a blue face. He raised the scimitar in his hand and shouted: "My brave soldiers, only the enemy's heads and blood can wash away our shame! Only the great Mochu Khan's anger can be calmed!"

"Kill Guanghua Chaoren!" The ambush encountered in the valley when all the Turkic soldiers burst out loud. It was indeed a very shameful thing for them.

Thousands of scimitars were unsheathed, and under the morning sun, they emitted dazzling white lights. The silent grassland was filled with clouds in an instant, and the strong murderous intent spread inside and outside the valley.

"The despicable Chinese people! Do you dare to come out and fight me to the death?"

"General, what should I do? Is it a war or a retreat?"

In the valley, watching the black Turks set up their attacking formations and quietly waiting for them to go out to fight them, the generals of the Chinese Dynasty felt a little palpitations.

Feng Qiudao silently stared at Datata, who was waving a scimitar in the distance and rode his horse back and forth in front of the formation. After a long time, Feng Qiudao's eyes showed a light of contempt.

This reckless man! He came to Beijing to negotiate with Marshal Fang, but he didn't get any advantage. Now he suffered another loss in Gonggu. He also yelled to fight to the death with me.

After so many years, why hasn't he made any progress?

"If he wants to fight to the death, I must fight? What is he?"

Feng Qiudao hummed contemptuously and ordered lightly: "We will not fight or retreat, just stay in this valley."

The generals around him were puzzled and did not fight or retreat? What does this mean?

Feng Qiudao looked around the generals and said in a deep voice: "If we don't fight, we can't win. Today, the annihilation of 10,000 cavalry of Datata in the valley is not the courage of our Huachao people, but the strategy. But if we face the decisive battle with them, I will say that we are not his opponents, so we cannot fight!"

"Datta still has 40,000 people under its command, and we only have 50,000, and we don't have much advantage in terms of military strength. At the same time, we cannot retreat. Once the army retreats, Datata will come and kill him. He will force us to fight him to a decisive battle, so retreating is not possible."

The generals asked anxiously, "What should we do? Have you been staying in this valley all the time?"

Feng Qiudao smiled rare and said, "Marantor Fang gave me the military order to ensure the smooth retreat of General Qin's troops. We did it, and also annihilated 10,000 elite cavalry in Datata. The results of the battle are quite good. To be content, too much is not as long as we are. We must preserve our troops and wait for the decisive battle between Mochu and Marshal Fang. At that time, it is time for us to sacrifice our lives to repay our country. Now we are head-on to confront the enemy, which is very unwise."

"What if Datata attacks the valley?"

"He didn't dare. He suffered a great loss just now. Why would he dare to take it for the second time like him?"

"But General, have we been confronting each other like this?"

Feng Qiudao smiled and said, "No, within two hours, Mochuo will ask him to return to the camp. Mochuo is not a generous person. He will not allow his subordinates to take risks with tens of thousands of troops."

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