Looking at the departing team of Monkey, Mo Feng had a little melancholy in his eyes. Mo Feng did not tell Monkey about his plan. What he could tell Monkey was that as long as he had not died in battle, then Barbara would never be able to cross the Chishui Pass in his life.

Ji Feng's departure made many soldiers in the Chishui Army feel a little sad. However, whether it is sad or not, the battle will continue. At this time, the wild army had retreated to Yanbei and looked at Chishuiyao. No one knows when it would launch another attack.

"Marson!" Jia Cheng has now become the chief strategist under Mo Feng. Jia Cheng never dreamed that he could become such a position with Mo Feng in such a short time.

"Marson, although the Marshal, although the remaining 500,000 are the elite among the elites, and the Chishui City Wall has collapsed. It is absolutely impossible for us to build a new city wall in a short period of time. Therefore, our subordinates believe that a large number of deep trenches and traps should be dug in front of Chishui to block the enemy!" Jia Cheng said, and many generals standing beside Mo Feng nodded.

These generals were the original guards of Chishui. Ji Feng was very smart. He took away all those who had opinions about Mo Feng, and all those who were left were people who could obey the command. So Mo Feng didn't need to worry about his integration. Of course, Mo Feng himself knew that this kind of obedience was only temporary. He had to use a real victory to make everyone truly return and let Yuyang's monarch recognize him as the seventh prince of parallel goods.

"Let's talk about it, too." Mo Feng stood in front of the sand table, listening to the generals talking about various ways to defend the city. There is no doubt that these people must have real talents and knowledge, otherwise they would never be sent here to be guards at this time.

However, their real talent can only fight against ordinary generals, but they are a commander who does not follow the routine. If they follow these methods, then Chishui will have to be thrown away.

After a while, when everyone expressed their opinions, Mo Feng still did not speak, but pointed at Yan Bei: "There are 460,000 defenders in Chishui. The remaining ones that were injured and unable to participate in the war should be around 320,000. I'm right." Mo Feng seemed to be asking, but in fact he said it was a sure tone. Mo Feng had already known how many soldiers he had under his command these days.

"If you guard here, even if you use all your methods, who dares to guarantee me that you will be able to defend Chishui?" Mo Feng's eyes swept across everyone. At this moment, all the generals bowed their heads to avoid Mo Feng's eyes. They were surprised to find that this young commander actually had a momentum that was no less than the military god.

"It seems that no one can guarantee it." Mo Feng pointed at Yanbei and said, "Since the defense will be defeated, why don't we attack? As the saying goes, the best defense is attack. Pass our military orders and the army sets off for Yanbei tomorrow!"

"Marson..." Hearing Mo Feng's military order, the group of people were trembling. At this time, 320,000 people went to fight the 500,000 army of the wilderness? Isn't this death? It is obvious that everyone began to doubt Mo Feng at this moment.

"Soldiers regard obedience as their highest duty. You don't need to ask me the reason. You just need to know that Yuyang is also my home. Every soldier is my brother. Since I ask everyone to send troops, there must be a reason to win!" Mo Feng was very confident. Mo Feng knew that his secret weapon was finally coming out, and this secret weapon was irresistible to them, so Yanbei was bound to win!

After a long time, these generals had to take the order and leave, but from their faces, they probably didn't believe Mo Feng too much.

"Marson, isn't this done?" Jia Cheng did not go out. Although he was a strategist, he had no soldiers. At this time, Jia Cheng couldn't think of any way to use 320,000 to defeat the opponent's 500,000 army.

"Have you ever said that I would kill the enemy? With our current military strength, it would be a fool to destroy Yanbei. But if we cannot destroy it, it does not mean that we cannot let the barbarian soldiers retreat. As long as they retreat to Yiguan, I will have a way to let them retreat to Yucheng. As long as we retreat to Yucheng, I will have a way to let them retreat to Wucheng." Mo Feng said as he wrote a big word victory on the sand table.

Jia Cheng was very tactful and did not continue to ask more questions. Now Mo Feng is no longer the general who only commands more than 100,000 people. Although His Majesty has not issued an order to enthrone, Mo Feng is actually the commander of the entire Chishui under the authorization of Ji Feng. The name of this great marshal is confirmed.

After a night of mobilization, on the second day, 320,000 troops set out from Chishui in a mighty manner. At the same time, the news was sent back to the capital by using the Eagle of Communication.

On the Golden Palace, Mo Wencang almost pulled over when he saw this military newspaper.

"That Mo Feng dispatched 320,000 people to attack Yanbei? 320,000 to attack the 500,000 army of the wilderness?" At this moment, Mo Wencang suddenly wondered if God sent this guy to taste the victory first, and then pushed himself into the abyss.

"Your Majesty, this is simply nonsense! I hope Your Majesty will issue an imperial edict to stop this Mo... The Seventh Prince..." Qi Xinyu originally wanted to say this Mo Feng, but at this time he was in the court, so he quickly changed his name to the Seventh Prince.

"Yes, Your Majesty, 320,000 attacks Yanbei, which is simply a death sentence. Although his divine weapon fell from the sky in Chishui, he caught Wanhuang off guard, but Wanhuang was still strong and powerful. If we take the initiative to attack, we may be wiped out!" Various opposing voices filled the entire court, while Mo Wencang rubbed his temple and cursed inwardly.

Mo Wencang scolded not only Mo Feng, but also the ministers below! Are these people all **? At this time, Mo Feng led 320,000 troops, and his own imperial edict could make him come back? He would not accept foreign military orders. At this moment, even if his imperial edict arrived, he was fully capable of covering up his imperial edict, so all this was completely out of his control.

Faced with all kinds of doubts, Mo Wencang finally waved his hand and said, "The last reward has not been discussed yet. This time the army goes to war, maybe the Seventh Prince has any strange tricks to win. Let's wait and see..." Mo Wencang said as he announced his retreat.

It’s not that he didn’t want to stop it, but that he had no ability to stop it at this time. At this time, Mo Wencang only hoped that Mo Feng was not a fool who was very fond of merit, but a genius who really had a magic weapon to win unexpectedly.

"Boy, no matter whether you are the real seventh prince or not, if you can win, then you are the real seventh prince. As long as you can win for me, Yuyang, then you will not accept the orders of foreign military personnel! I will endure it!" Mo Wencang was thinking about these things in his heart. This may have been his only expectation. No matter what objection he opposes at this time, he only hopes that the 320,000 people who went to the battle can bring him a victory, and he can accept it even if it is not a victory draw...

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