Because of the terrain, Hanzhong is not so easy to attack. Feng Shuangli knows this very well.

Whether it was when he followed the Eight Great Kings Zhang Xianzhong to travel around many places or later entering Sichuan to occupy mountains as kings, Hanzhong has always been the hardest bone to crack.

Feng Shuangli knew very well that the most important thing to win Hanzhong was not the final battle to siege the city, but to remove all the forts surrounding Hanzhong City as much as possible.

Only in this way can Hanzhongcheng be like a person whose hands and feet are cut off without any ability to resist.

With years of experience in leading troops, Feng Shuangli sent scouts to conduct investigations.

The soldiers under his command have been in Sichuan and Yunnan for many years and have adapted to this mountainous environment. They can easily detect them.

Although Feng Shuangli vowed to take Hanzhong, he did not show any rush, but instead made steady steps one by one. This is very similar to Zhang Xianzhong back then.

Zhang Xianzhong seems brave, but in fact he does not fight unprepared wars.

Any major wars fought by the Western Army that year can be analyzed and found that the Western Army had many advantages.

The so-called "time, place and people" are harmonious, and only if the two are obtained will the Western Army go to war.

In other words, he will fight when Zhang Xianzhong wants to fight. As long as he doesn't want to fight, he will definitely not be able to fight this battle.

The officials seemed to be able to surround Zhang Xianzhong and gained an advantage in numbers. But when they really fought, they found that they were not good at everything, which was really embarrassing.

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Emperor Chongzhen was also a bag.

Compared to the straightforward King of Breaking, Zhang Xianzhong's cunning rabbit's three-hole fighting style is even more troublesome.

In other words, Chongzhen was dragged to death.

Feng Shuangli has been influenced by Zhang Xianzhong for many years, and naturally learned the essence of it.

But now the target of his attack has changed from the Ming Dynasty's official army to the Tartars.

But he represented the Ming Dynasty's official army, the right way.

When fighting, you should not be eager to achieve success, otherwise you will easily fall into the vicious circle of fighting for the war, and all aspects will appear embarrassing.

Feng Shuangli ordered the army to be stationed outside a valley.

There is a small river here, and the water source is not a problem. The terrain is relatively open and there is no possibility of being ambushed.

Feng Shuangli pays great attention to these details. In his opinion, as long as he can do the details well, he will win three points in the battle.

"Prince, drink some water."

The personal soldiers put the water they had made from the river into cowhide water bags and respectfully delivered it to Feng Shuangli.

The water they brought before has been consumed almost the same, but fortunately there is a river here that can be replenished in time.

Feng Shuangli nodded, took the kettle and nodded slightly.

He took a sip and handed the kettle to his personal soldiers.

"Order the order to make rice by burying the pot."

This place where you are stationed is good, Feng Shuangli decided to spend the night here.

"Abide by the order!"

The personal soldiers held their fists and took the order and left.

Feng Shuangli sat down cross-legged.

Years of military travel have made him develop the habit of sitting cross-legged.

Even if you are conferred a title, the same is true when you are staying in the palace.

Feng Shuangli felt it was very comfortable to sit like this, so she didn't care about the opinions of others.

I have to say that this time, the initiative to attack Hanzhong allowed Feng Shuangli to regain the feeling of following the Eight Kings in the battle.

This feeling hasn't been around for a long time.

Or it has never passed since surrendering to the Ming army.

The Ming army paid attention to rules and prohibited orders.

Follow the rules step by step, without much room to play.

Feng Shuangli felt that this was without spiritual energy.

Fighting opportunities are fleeting on the battlefield. If you ask for instructions in everything, it is difficult to seize the opportunity.

But today I am a person who likes to take the overall situation.

Feng Shuangli didn’t think this feeling has become more and more obvious in the past two years.

Feng Shuangli has always been disdainful of the Emperor of the Zhu family.

In his opinion, this kind of noble man born in the deep palace and raised by women has no other advantages than noble bloodlines, and he doesn't have any other advantages, let alone ability.

In other words, the Western Army needed a legitimate reason to resist the Qing Dynasty, otherwise the King of Jin would not support being a son today, right?

But today, it is really embarrassing that I like to do something in person today, but I can still win.

Feng Shuangli had no way to care about these things, so he could only do his best to do his own thing.

He wanted to prove with his actions that the rest of the Western Army could perform well on the battlefield.

More than ten years have passed in a flash, and the Eight Kings have been dead for more than ten years.

Feng Shuangli clearly remembered the last order of the Eight Kings before being shot to death by the Tartars, which was to resist the enemy to the end.

No matter who is the emperor in this world, he must not be a Tartar.

If one of the Tartars and Emperor Zhu was to choose, Zhang Xianzhong would rather choose the emperor.

Feng Shuangli would also choose this way.

So although he was very disdainful of Yongli, he would still fight for it.

"Your Majesty, you have caught a spy!"

Feng Shuangli was stunned, and his personal soldiers came to him and clasped their fists to report.

Feng Shuangli coughed and said, "Bring him here, I will interrogate him in person."

Soon a strong man with his hands tied up was escorted over.

Feng Shuangli looked at the man carefully. His tendons looked very strong. He should be around twenty years old.

But it was not these that first attracted Feng Shuangli's attention, but the ugly rat tail of money on his bare head and on his head.

"Say, are you here to spy on the intelligence?"

Feng Shuangli questioned straight to the point.

The man quickly struggled and explained: "The general misunderstood. I am not a spy."

Feng Shuangli said coldly: "You are not a spy. You have thick calluses on your hands. You can see that you are holding bows all year round. Look at your figure, what if you are not a soldier."

The man quickly explained: "The general misunderstood. I am really not a spy. But the general is right. I am a hunter in this mountain and make a living by hunting. I shoot a good arrow, even the wild roe deer and wild deer can't escape my three deadly arrows."

Hunter?

Feng Shuangli looked up and down carefully again and found that it was really in line with this identity.

He looked at him very cautiously and asked: "Since you are a hunter, what does the braid on your head mean?"

The man sighed helplessly: "The general doesn't think that hunters can do not need to keep braids, right? After the Tartars entered the pass, they ordered their heads to be kept without hair and hair. Except for monks and Taoists, hunters are no exception. Although they live in the mountains, they will also have to be beheaded if they are caught. Moreover, they also have to go to the county town to sell animal skins. Isn't it a pity to keep the braids if they don't shave their hair and keep them dead?"

Feng Shuangli thought about it carefully and seemed to be the reason.

Although this hunter lives in the deep mountains, it is impossible to be completely isolated from the outside world.

Otherwise, livelihood is a big problem.

It should be true that what he said this is true.

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