Refer to the name Feng San.

Maybe it is not very famous near Xiangyang City.

But if it were Feng beheaded.

I think that anyone who pays attention to some of the last Northern Expedition will know it.

One sword, three bloody battles.

Slashing sixty-three golden men's heads in the formation!

This is the origin of the nickname Feng Behead.

After joining the army for eight years, he took the lead in Sima all the way in the Beiwei Army.

Most of Feng San's fame can be said to come from the sword in his hand.

A man with iron.

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

But no one in the entire Xiangyang area, including Yue Fei, may know about it.

The famous "Feng Behead" actually comes from the Lan family's guard.

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

This is where Feng San’s troops are stationed.

The camp is stationed on the hillside of the sunny slope.

A team of 1,300 people.

A general with real power.

Feng San’s road to the sky seems to be visible at a glance.

As long as he fights another battle safely, he may be able to become a miscellaneous general in the next step.

But where is there any stability in war?

Just like this at this time.

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

But those Mongolian barbarians killed the river at this time!

In the big tent.

The guard officers gathered here, who had been warned by wolf smoke.

Whispers are endless.

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

"Thirty-four thousand people."

"Is the message accurate?"

"This was discovered by the brothers from the patrol camp with their lives..."

"Old Sun, don't forget that there are still three thousand Mongolian cavalry on Wudang Mountain..."

"That's 37,000...it's 40,000!"

"My goodness... 40,000 people, nearly 100,000 horses, this battle is not easy to fight."

"Don't say something discouraged, be careful that Feng Laosan will deal with you..."

"Tsk, Lao Sun, then you say, we have short legs, how can we chase the barbarians who are single and two horses? Are we going to run and break our legs?"

A little discussion is within the scope of permission.

Feng San’s group of people were not afraid of losing this battle.

You must know.

No matter what is around, no need for support from other states and counties.

In Xiangyang alone, there were originally 120,000 troops!

Although the most elite Beiwei Army, most of the Divine Arm Army was taken away by Yue Pengju.

But just this is the case, there are nearly 70,000 regular troops left near Xiangyang!

It is not the garrison on the Yangtze River defense line, and the reinforcements that rushed to Xiangyang after hearing the news...

There is a majestic city garrison.

The leader is Yue Shuai's son.

The soldiers are good and the food is sufficient!

How to lose?

Xiangyang City was captured?

Stop kidding...

You know, the construction of arms above that majestic city has never stopped over the years.

These above.

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

The Mongols are here.

But Xiangyang will not be compromised!

Compared to worrying about the survival of Xiangyang, what these generals and schoolmen are more concerned about is how many Mongolians can be eaten in this battle...

"After all, there are nearly 40,000 people..."

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

In an instant, the discussion in the tent stopped!

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

"Sima, the superiors did not give us the order to the base in this battle. How should we fight?"

How to fight?

Feng San laughed silently after hearing this.

How can I fight?

Since he had not received the order, his troops who had been beheaded naturally surrounded with the surrounding troops stationed in the surrounding areas.

In a hunting posture, I waited quietly for the Mongolian army to knock out my mindful bags under the city of Xiangyang!

When the Mongolians were beaten and wanted to run away.

Follow up viciously and take a bite!

This thought just flashed through Feng San's mind.

Then, Sima, the leader with a stereotypical nature, spoke:

"Waiting for military orders!"

"this...."

"Sima..."

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

When the battalion guards heard Feng San say he wanted to wait for the military order, the officers of the battalion were a little angry.

It is different from the "smelling golden change" ten years ago in the army.

After experiencing a magnificent Northern Expedition, all officers from the elite troops near Xiangyang City wanted to use the enemy's head to pave their own way of the sky.

Now that we have encountered an enemy, we are defending the city with huge advantages and hunting.

His own chief actually asked them to wait for military orders?

Isn’t this not to make any military achievements with the help of you!

The officers were quite complaining.

But before they could speak.

I heard a scream suddenly coming from outside the tent!

"Report!!!"

With a full of breath, a messenger covered in dust rushed into Feng San's tent.

"Report to the Marshal, General Yue's military order came from Xiangyang, requiring the army Sima to feel the place where the imperial yard is five miles west of Xiangyang City before dawn tomorrow!

This is a letter and a talisman. Please check it in Sima Feng!”

The caller looked in his early twenties, and was kneeling on the ground, holding up his hands, and presenting the letters and orders on his hands.
To be continued...