The army set out and rushed to Youzhou. In addition to Feng Qiudao and Han Dashi, the two men of the same journey... Fang Zheng also brought all his team. In order to prevent him from being killed by the enemy, Fang Zheng not only expanded his own army to more than 2,000 people, but also carefully created an invulnerable armor for himself. The materials of this armor were made of ten thousand years of cold iron. If he cut it up with one knife, he would not even leave a small trace. With the hardness of this armor, Fang Zheng estimated that even if someone detonated a nuclear bomb these days, he would still be able to live well.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools.

The first priority Fang Zheng has to do now is to maximize his safety factor and survive without any harm in the battlefield where flesh and blood is flying. Therefore, he will never neglect his personal safety issues.

The armor is beautifully made and is silver-white and bright, but the disadvantage is that it is heavier, which is 10 or 20 kilograms heavier than ordinary armor.

Fang Zheng didn't mind. Although the weight of 10 or 20 kilograms on his body made him tired, he felt a sense of security he had never felt before. With this, it was worth it to be tired.

The army continued to set off. Fang Zheng was the chief general, riding a horse in the central army. His two thousand personal troops firmly surrounded him in the middle, not airtight. All the personal troops were elite soldiers of the imperial guards specially allocated to him by the fat man. They all had excellent martial arts, and more importantly, they were loyal. In any case, they were the duty of saving themselves to protect the chief general.

Fang Zheng enjoys the feeling of being so carefully protected. So many people walk together in a dense manner. Apart from a little lack of oxygen, there is no need to worry about safety.

Xiaolu also rode a horse and walked side by side with Fang Zheng. The army was not allowed to bring women when they went on a war, so Xiaolu dressed up as Fang Zheng's personal army and was naturally accompanied by his side.

The army of ten thousand people was like a rushing torrent, rolling northward.

Fang Zheng rode on the horse. Looking at the vast and continuous team, he couldn't help but smile proudly, raised the whip in his hand, and smiled at Xiaolu, "Do you look at my army, are you quite majestic?"

Xiaolu smiled and said, "Majestic, very majestic, young master, you will definitely win this time

Fang Zheng smiled proudly at the sky. He led so many people to fight, but he was the first to win in his life. He dared not say that he could not win. It would be very convenient to escape.

Xiaolu blinked and said softly: "Young Master, now the people of the people say that you are the God of War and have come down to earth."

Fang Zheng's laughter stopped and said in surprise: "God of War?" Am I the God of War?"

Lu smiled and said, "Yes, the people say that you will definitely win the Northern Expedition, because you have always won every battle. Look, if you beat Pan Shangshu, you will win, if you beat the prince, you will win, if you beat the King of Thailand, you will win, the people say, behind the young master, there are gods and Buddhas. As long as you lead the troops, God will bless our Huachao."

Even though Fang Zheng was as thick as a city wall, he heard the praise from the people. His cheeky face turned red and soon returned to normal.

The people in Ran Dynasty are not stupid!

Fang Zheng sighed in his heart.

Regardless of whether the praise was true or false, when the words reached his ears, he could only fight desperately. Since he was named the God of War, if he didn't win a battle and went back, he would be embarrassed to say hello to others. The ancient people had learned to use public opinion to create momentum. People's hearts were really sinister! How could he have the nerve to escape?

Fang Zheng felt a little more pressure in his heart.

He originally planned to retreat for a hundred miles if the battle was not good, but now he has an inexplicable title of "God of War" on his head. The thin-skinned Marshal Fang secretly decided to retreat for only fifty miles!

The army walked for half a month before reaching the boundary of Youzhou. The local general led more than a thousand cavalrymen to go out to meet for more than 30 miles. He respectfully welcomed more than 10,000 elite troops led by Fang Zheng.

The camp is stationed more than ten miles east of Youzhou City. The barracks are in the shape of plum blossoms, and they are scattered in three or five flowers. The vast plain is full of all. There are 100,000 new troops stationed here. At present, the emperor has issued an order to organize them all into the Northern Expedition Army. In the future, Fang Zheng will lead them to fight for life and death with the Turkic Mochu Khan on the grassland, and use the result of the war to determine the status of the two countries' masters and servants in the next few decades or even hundreds of years.

At that time, Fang Zheng had been appointed by Fatty as the Grand Marshal of the World of Military Forces. In other words, the military power of the entire Hua Dynasty has been held in his hands. During the extraordinary war period, every order he gave was not required to be approved by the emperor and the Ministry of War, but could directly order the soldiers of the whole world. It has to be said that Fatty had no more trust in him. Not only did he let him go without hesitation, but he also knew that Fang Zheng was not happy to restrain him and did not even assign the military supervisor to him. The entire army allowed him to do his own thing.

As soon as Fang Zheng stepped into the commander's tent, he ordered his personal army to beat drums to gather the generals. Soon after, the generals of all sizes in the camp came and said that they were ordered to rank according to the rank of the military officers, and sat in two rows in the commander's tent.

As the marshal of the Northern Expedition Army, Fang Zheng naturally sat in the first place. He stood on the left with his personal soldiers dressed in green, and on the right with his own troops, it was not an army sequence, but he was his most capable arm to assist Wensen.

Fang Zheng's smiled generals in the commander's tent looked around, and his eyes passed Feng Qiudao and Han Dashi, who were ranked first, and fell on the third-ranked general.

Well, an old acquaintance. Su Chong. The deputy general of the Beijing City Defense Army, who was in charge of the former crown prince's rebellion, later turned against him temporarily. He played a key role in pacifying the prince's rebellion. After the rebellion was quelled, the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of War studied and reviewed several times and believed that Qin Chong's merit was greater than his fault, so he finally decided not to punish him. However, because his behavior of supporting the former crown prince had become a stain that he could not erase in his life. Therefore, after the rebellion was quelled, the court kept hiding him and putting it in vain.

No, until Fang Zheng was appointed as the chief general of the Northern Expedition, he resisted the opposition and immediately called Qin to the point of being important and re-activated. Fang Zheng still remembered Qin Chong's expression that was so moved that he was filled with tears. The five-foot-high Angzang man knelt down in front of Fang Zheng. He cried like a child. Although he had never said a word of loyalty to death, Fang Zheng knew that from the moment he re-activated him, this young brave and resourceful tiger general could finally be used by him.

After the generals were sure that they had arrived, Fang Zheng started the first high-level military meeting of the Northern Expedition in the commander's tent.

The generals straightened their bodies straight, with expressionless faces and stared straight; their vague fighting spirit and murderous aura gradually spread in the commander's tent. On the other hand, the Grand Marshal Fang crossed his legs high and squinted his eyes and looked at the generals one by one. Whether he was sitting or not, the marshal's majesty disappeared.

After a long time, Fang Zheng cleared his throat and said with a smile: "Dear brothers."

"roar!"

The generals stood up together and shouted in a stern manner: "The last general will obey the order!"

Fang Zheng was so scared that he fell backwards. Fortunately, Xiaolu reached out to help him in time. He did not make a fool of himself on the spot.

"Ahem, everyone doesn't have to be so serious. You all relax and speak a little less. Marshal is a fragile man. He can't stand your scare and frightened Fang Zheng with a palpitation on his chest several times.

All the generals:

Feng Qiudao is the most familiar with Fang Zheng. He is very clear about the usual behavior of this brother Fang. He heard this and said, "Marcel Fang, Marshal. Do you want to issue an order to attack us? The generals have been waiting for this moment for a long time. Please abandon the Marshal's order. We will definitely live up to the emperor's trust and attack Mochu's troops with thunder. Cut down his head and offer it to the Marshal's tent."

Fang Zheng said with disgust: "If you cut your head, just cut your head. Why should you put it under my tent? What's the best thing to look like in a fuzzy and fleshy way?" Besides, do you think the best time to attack now?"

After hearing this, the generals thought about it and realized that what Fang Zheng said made sense, and they all bowed their heads and said nothing.

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "You are leaving now. You are all generals who have led troops to fight for many years. Naturally, you know the truth about knowing yourself and your enemy. We have just arrived in Youzhou and are currently unaware of the enemy's troops deployment, generals, combat habits, etc., and attacking without any brainstorms. Isn't that asking for death?"

At this time, a deputy general outside the tent stood up and clasped his fists and shouted: "Report to the Marshal, Huang Wei, the last general, is responsible for military investigation. According to the latest report from the spies, the main force of the Turkic Mochu is 90,000 troops are currently stationed 300 miles away from the eastern part of Youzhou. The troops are aimed directly at the Tashan Camp of Moji Company. A few days ago, they even sent a small number of cavalry to make a tentative attack on our Youzhou, and were defeated by the cavalry of our army."

Fang Zhengrenleng touched his chin and pondered: "Mu Xiao can now divide his troops to test Youzhou's reaction. I guess Mo Jilian might be almost wiped out,"

Huang Wei said: "Because the troops in the Moji Company are now less than 50,000, our Huachao secretly funded food, grass and weapons. They are still struggling to resist Mochu's attacks step by step, and have been stably steadily in the Tashan camp without taking a step back."

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and thought, "Is the national army's strength less than 50,000?" I can't tell that Mojilian's thin old man has a very long-lasting endurance, which is comparable to the lastingness of this Marshal. If I go shopping with him in the kiln, I'm afraid he is not inferior to me at all. "Oh!"

Xiao Lu blushed and quickly withdrew her hand and glared at him angrily.

Fang Zheng came back to his senses, faced the black-lined expression of the generals, and said frankly: "How many troops do I have now?"

Huang Wei said in a congratulatory voice: "Due to the civil war between the Turks, the soldiers on both sides have a great loss. Mochu's main force is still 90,000. In addition, "The former Youzhou garrison general Chai Mengshan who defected to the grassland, and there are 20,000 Huachao soldiers, all of which are mainly Mochu's troops, with Mochu's totaling about 110,000.

"Damn it! Dead traitors! Throughout history, many major events have been ruined by these traitors!" Fang Zheng cursed hatefully. Then he pondered: "The enemy has 110,000 troops. What about us? The new army has 100,000. I brought 100,000 elite troops from the capital. In addition, the original 40,000 troops in Youzhou, the Xiazhou border army Dong Cheng office has 80,000, and the Xingqing Prefecture Wang Wenjian's 150,000 border troops. The total number of these troops is "a total of"? How many are they? Why can't I figure it out?"

Wensen wiped his sweat and said, "Sir, there are a total of 380,000 troops."

Fang Zheng's eyes lit up: "380,000, Mochu only has 110,000. Our troops are three times that of him. It should not be difficult to win this battle, right?"

Feng Qiudao smiled bitterly and said, "Marson, although we have 380,000 troops, at most half of them can go to the battlefield to fight against the Turks, because we don't have many cavalry. If the infantry army fights with the Turkish cavalry, it is basically a death sentence. In addition, Xingqing Prefecture and Xiazhou border troops are far away from us, and will order them to reach them, but they cannot maintain the same time as our army, which has created certain variables in the strategic offensive of the entire army. Marshal, seriously, our chances of victory are still not high."

Fang Zheng was stunned when he heard this, he was stunned for a while, and said, "The army of 380,000 is not very useful? How many people can we use it?"

Feng Qiudao thought for a while and said, "Not mentioning Xingqing Prefecture and Xiazhou border troops, we can send more than 100,000 troops in Youzhou alone, of which 100,000 are still recruits who have just finished training and have not experienced the battlefield."

Fang Zheng was stunned, then jumped up and shouted, "Damn! There are only a few people, and they are basically one-on-one with the Turks. Can we beat them? No more playing! I won't play anymore! Withdraw the troops and we will return to the capital! I want to retire and return home, I want to resign and return to my post

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. They looked at Fang Zheng hysterically and furiously. Fang Zheng shouted in the coach's tent for a long time without hesitation. In a blink of an eye, he saw Xiao Lu's sad gaze. Fang Zheng was stunned and suddenly remembered. My mother-in-law was still in the hands of the Turks. This battle would not be possible if he didn't fight! Fang Zheng sighed and said, "Sorry, I was nervous just now. You can continue to hold a meeting as if you didn't hear it. Huang Wei said just now that the Turkic national guru Mo Ji still has less than 50,000 troops in his hands?"

Huang Wei calmed down and said respectfully: "Yes."

Fang Zheng's eyes rolled around, and then he chuckled, and his smile made all the generals in the tent numb.

Sitting up straight, Fang Zheng said seriously: "Everyone, it seems that we must join forces with the Turkic National Army to fight the enemy. Tomorrow we will lead the army out of the camp and go to Tashan to join forces with the national army Moji. But "before joining the army, our generals of the Chinese Dynasty must reach a consensus."

"What consensus?" Feng Qiudao asked all the generals on his behalf.

Fang Zheng smiled trepidly and said, "It's very simple. Our soldiers in the Huachao have to use their noble style. If you have any blame or take advantage of the situation, we have to rush to do it. As for dangerous things like fighting and fighting to the death, please ask for it first. Well, everyone must remember it."

Feng Qiudao and the generals frowned deeply when they heard this. Feng Qiudao hesitated and said, "Marson, since we have formed an alliance with the Turkic National Master, we need both sides to fight to unite to defeat Mochuo. If we only pick up the bargain but let the National Master fight to the death, I'm afraid "is it inappropriate?"

Fang Zheng looked around and saw the generals nodding, and they all agreed with Feng Qiudao's words.

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "What you see is the victory or defeat of this war. What I see is the peace of the border for decades or even hundreds of years in the future. All generals just imagine that if Mochu Khan is eliminated by us, will the national teacher Mojilian be the dominant one on the grassland? The ancients said that if no one is my race, their hearts will be different. If the Turks do not have internal struggles, it is not a good thing for our Hua Dynasty. Who can guarantee that Mojilian or his descendants will gradually become stronger in the future, and will not invade the boundaries of our Hua Dynasty again. Slaughter thousands of people? So,"

A bit of fierce look suddenly flashed in Fang Zheng's eyes: "The grassland, after pacifying Mochu this time, it must be included in the territory of our Hua Dynasty! Even if it cannot be included, at least other methods must be used to assimilate the Turks so that they will not go south to invade the border for generations! For those Turkic warriors who have grown up who cannot accept the assimilation of our Hua Dynasty, whether it is the Mochu tribe or the Mojilian tribe, "these Turks will die less!"

All the generals were shocked when they heard this.

No one expected that this young marshal with a smile had set up such a big chess game in his heart. This chess game was really a man. I'm afraid even the current emperor had never thought that something that was so out of reach and almost impossible to do,

The Turks and the Hua Dynasty have been at the disadvantage of being strong and weak for a hundred years. Now, when Marshal Fang opens his mouth, he says he will be crazy? How is this possible? Just like a little rabbit jumping and jumping suddenly ran to an extremely strong lion, clamoring to knock the lion down,

This is no longer just arrogant, this is simply a joke!

Fang Zheng looked around Peng Zhou with a smile and said, "Everyone, are you scared?"

Everyone was speechless, to be honest, they were indeed scared.

Fang Zheng put everyone's expressions into his eyes and sneered: "Don't think this matter is out of reach. The Turks have fought a civil war for nearly three years. They are no longer the Turkic people you think of. They are hungry, tired, and numb. The morale is low, and they are no longer the Turkic soldiers who galloped in our Huachao territory, burned, killed, looted, and lively. No matter who fought for three years, their morale will not be too high. What's more, how many Turkic soldiers have died in the past three years of civil war. "Everyone, this is really a god-given opportunity! After this battle, if you don't take down the grassland in one fell swoop when their vitality is seriously injured, would you still be stupid enough to wait for them to recuperate and then raise a tiger to be a disaster?"

A deputy general swallowed his saliva, stood up and hesitated, "But" Marshal, our Huachao and the Turkic National Army are still allied troops at present."

Fang Zheng seemed to be surprised: "Alliance? That's just my random tricks. Mojilian took it seriously. You won't be as stupid as him, you should take it seriously, right?"

All the generals are terrible...

This marshal is indeed as despicable as the legendary one!

Feng Qiudao thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "Although I don't know whether it is feasible to include the grassland into our territory of China, I am willing to try it with the marshal!"

The generals looked around and finally stood up together, clasped their fists and said in unison: "I wish to follow the marshal to try!"

If you can defeat the century-old troubles in the north in one fell swoop, and make rare achievements in opening up the territory, eliminating countless troubles for future generations. Who wouldn’t want to do such a thing that is beneficial to the country, the people and the selfish? Who among the generals here is willing to do it? Work harder for yourself, even if you sacrifice your life and seek a peaceful life for future generations, it is worth the death!

Fang Zheng laughed proudly, slapped the table hard, and shouted: "Very good! Everyone, the credit for the sky is waiting for you to make a living. Don't let me down!"

"The general obeys the order!"

"exist!"

"Tomorrow, the entire army will be dispatched to the headquarters of the Moji Company of Tashan and join forces with the national army.

"Get orders!"

"Cough, by the way, cough cough. The National Master fled from Wangting Heisha City in a panic. He must have brought a lot of gold, silver and jewelry before leaving. Since we are allies, I will go and help him with Huafa "Damn! I donated three million taels of silver to the court, but I can't find anyone to reimburse him."

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