A week passed quickly, and the entire Republic, from high-level generals to lower-level officers, and even some civilians who did not understand military, were eager to wait for the Northern Expedition Army to take action. When retreating, they would rest and recuperate, and when they advanced, they would attack cities and plunder. Everyone was waiting.

However, the Northern Expedition Army's approach was a disappointing one. This week, they still did not advance or retreat. They were crossing the river without threat every day, losing a large number of living forces in vain.

In the conference room of Chang'an capital, the old marshal's face was as gloomy as water. The one-week deadline for Leng Yuan was up. Now the question is, should the 30% supply of grain and grass be cut or not!

To be honest, when the old marshal issued this ultimatum before, most of the intimidation elements were involved. He didn't want to see such a procrastination situation, so he wanted to stimulate Leng Yuan and make her change.

But Leng Yuan didn't know whether she was disobeying her orders, or she couldn't let go, or she had other plans. In short, she ignored this ultimatum. The three fronts of the East, Middle and West stationed on the south bank of the Yellow River without moving, and at least one battalion of troops wasted every day.

Now, the time limit is up, will the food and grass be cut down?

If the marshal was cut, the old marshal was worried that Leng Yuan would make any arrangements in secret. After all, this stupid style of play was very different from the fierceness of the first stage of the Northern Expedition, and it was completely inconsistent with Leng Yuan's own personality. He had become a different person and should not have been like this. If he cut off food and grass, it would be more than worth the loss to disrupt her plan.

But if he doesn't cut it, the current situation will be disappointing, and the second is that the Shuai Order has been issued. Even if he wants to favor Leng Yuan, he cannot change the order every day, otherwise it will be difficult to convince everyone's hearts.

The old marshal turned white for several nights. He would rather believe that Leng Yuan was not incompetent and mediocre, but had some plans in secret. However, he repeatedly read Leng Yuan's report on the Northern Expedition and carefully studied Leng Yuan's formation. He really couldn't see any mystery hidden inside.

The generals had mature defense circles in the provinces of Shanxi and Shandong, not to mention the Yellow River chasm. Even if they were in a fight on normal terrain, the Northern Expedition Red Army would not have much advantage.

The reason why Leng Yuan divided his troops into three groups to capture Yanzhou, Bianliang and Qizhou was not unaware of it. It was just to cross the river and let the central army he personally lead intervene from the provinces of Jin and Lu, and cut off the connection. At the same time, the Yanzhou army went left to right, and the Qizhou army went right to left to shoot a fierce "combination punch attack".

If this tactic is used at the end of the first phase of the Northern Expedition and the rebels' defense line is not yet stable, it will definitely have good results. However, now that the defense circle is mature, it will be unwise to stick to this tactic.

The previous general who was hostile to Leng Yuan stood up again and said in a deep voice: "Master General, the Northern Expedition Army can no longer open the breakthrough, and Leng Yuan has been slow to retreat, so there is enough reason to believe that she has lost the command rationality she deserves. I suggest that Leng Yuan's military power be revoked immediately and recall the army to avoid the loss from expanding."

The old marshal did not speak, and Liu Fusu spoke silently: "Based on my understanding of Leng Yuan, she should have a good plan."

Liu Fusu belongs to the dove school and Leng Yuan belongs to the hawk school. Although the two are childhood sweethearts and have good personal relationships, they are politically powerful. These are the few times when Liu Fusu speaks for Leng Yuan, which makes people wonder about the purpose.

The general did not buy it and said bluntly: "Sorry, General, I, most of the people here, can't see any good plans. If you see it, please point it out."

Liu Fusu shook his head silently and sighed, "It's just a premonition. Leng Yuan is more accomplished than me in military affairs, and I'm not enough to comment on her shortcomings and longs."

The old marshal stared at the strategic map frowningly. The biggest problem now is the Yellow River, the "mother river" in the northern region of the old era! It blocked the Red Army with a natural chasm, making it difficult for it to attack. There was no place to stumble. The old marshal looked at it for a long time and said hesitantly: "She gives me the feeling...it seems to be waiting for something..."

The general muttered: "I'll wait for the loss of one battalion every day..."

"Come, give me the battle report of the Eagle Flag Army, as long as the Eagle Flag Army." The old marshal ordered. If Leng Yuan really made any small moves, he would definitely send his own people to do it, and would not hand it over to the people transferred from other military departments.

After receiving the information, the old marshal looked through the initial spiritual ability field, blocked communication, sent ghosts to clean up front line spies, drifted apart the defense lines in a large depth, trapped the camp attack, crow night attacks, and other reports were presented in detail, even the specific number of people died and how they died.

Suddenly, the old marshal frowned and asked seriously: "Why is there a part of it missing? Why don't the wolf pack fight report be brought?"

The soldier in charge of document management looked confused, wiped the cold sweat from his head, and said, "Report to the Grand Marshal, this is all the reports, nothing is missing."

"What?" The old marshal didn't understand even more. The wolves have always been one of the four major combat units of the Eagle Flag Army. They will never be absent from big and small battles, especially Captain White Wolf, who is the most fierce. Wherever he goes, there are corpses everywhere. How could Leng Yuan never use this absolute main force?

If it wasn't for being omitted, it would mean that the wolves had not participated in the battle from beginning to end and were inexplicably hidden and disappeared.

But it really shouldn't be. The size of this army is second only to the trap camp. Don't listen to the word "battalion" in the trap camp. In fact, all the staff are half a division, with more than 5,000 people, and the wolves packs are about three regiments and one brigade, with nearly 4,000 people. Leng Yuan could not be so stupid as to hide such an important force.

Some generals did not take this detail to heart and spoke about the previous topic: "Master Marshal, please give an order. Now the retreat can still save the gains of war. If Leng Yuan continues to be so confused, once the rebels launch a counterattack, we may be unbearable!"

"Oh..." Finally, the old marshal seemed to have grown a little older, and he forced himself into his eyes helplessly. It was not that he was ruthless, but the order of the coach was already put in. Leng Yuan's approach was indeed disappointing, and he could not afford it in terms of people's livelihood. Moreover, this is not a problem that can be solved by cutting food and grass. It is really impossible to maintain the current style of playing...

"Come, draft a telegram and call the Supreme Command of the Northern Expedition Army." The old marshal made his final decision, his eyes as deep as water, and he said coldly, "General Leng Yuan, the highest commander of the Northern Expedition Army of the Republic, failed to command effectively in the second stage, causing serious losses to the army. After discussions on the meeting, it was determined that he was not suitable for continuing the battle, and now he is deprived of it..."

When the old marshal spoke, Leng Yuan's political enemies could no longer hide the pride on his face. They were all thinking about how to laugh at Leng Yuan in the future, but before they could be happy for a long time, even before the old marshal could finish his words, a staggering correspondent suddenly broke in from outside the door.

The communications soldier pushed away the guard's block. The blood made his face turn red, and a lot of blood was squeezed out in his eyes. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Master Marshal! Something is going on!"
Chapter completed!