I don’t know whether I was really hungry because of the rush, or whether the pasta in this shop is really delicious. Everyone in Lao Feng’s family enjoyed the meal.

Even Li Ming couldn't help but pick up the bowl and drank the entire soup.

Even the woman took a spoon and drank most of the bowl of soup in one mouthful.

The way the guests eat is the greatest compliment to the host.

Old Wei asked cheerfully:

"How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I? In this area, including Xicheng, the food in our restaurant is also top-notch."

Old Feng burped and raised his thumb:

"This skill is truly incredible! It's much better than when I was in the army."

"Hehe! That's not true. In order to open this store, I went back to Nanxiang to learn a lot!"

After eating and drinking, Lao Wei, who was the most agile, led a group of people and left through the back door.

After walking for about a stick of incense, we came to a village built on the mountain.

"Did you see that hilltop?"

Old Wei pointed to the east and could see a hillside, to be precise, a high plateau, rising abruptly from the ground.

He is as powerful as a crouching tiger, looking at this side eagerly, as if he will get up and jump over the martial arts water in the next moment.

After all, Lao Feng was also the leader of the army. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but admire:

"It's a must-win place for military strategists. It's a dangerous place on the Baoxian Road. If we station troops here, then Hanzhong..."

Then he thought of something, frowned and shook his head: "No, it's a pity."

Old Wei didn't mean to say this, but he was a man who retired from the army after all. When he heard what Old Feng said, he couldn't help but curiously asked:

"What's the pity?"

"It's a pity that it is on the west bank of Wugong River." Old Feng pointed to the high plateau, "If we live on the east side and station troops on it, Baoxie Dao soldiers will not be able to go out."

“But since it is located on the West Coast, its role is somewhat useless.”

Lao Feng continued to explain:

"Because we are separated by the Wugong River, if we really want to station heavy troops on it, it will be very easy for the enemy to use the Wugong River and the Wei River to cut off the connection with the east."

What's on the east side of Wugong Water?

There is Yicheng.

After passing Yicheng, we went down the Wei River and reached Chang'an.

That high place seemed dangerous, but in fact it was a half-death place for the Guanzhong defenders.

Because there are Qinling Mountains in the south, Wugong River in the east, and Weishui River in the north. If we station a large number of troops there, we will really be cut off from the way back east, so we can only go west.

If the enemy takes advantage of the geographical advantage to keep an eye on the troops in Wuzhangyuan, and then divides some of his elite troops to go east, it will be really fatal.

"Yes, Old Feng!" Old Wei praised, "There were so many brothers back then, and you were the only one who was promoted to lead the army. It really makes sense."

In front of his brothers, Lao Feng didn't need to be too humble. He just glanced at his son.

I found that he was also listening carefully, so I nodded secretly.

He said so much, naturally not to express himself intentionally, but to take the opportunity to teach his son.

This means reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles.

Otherwise, how could scholars talk about study tours?

With his heart moving, Old Feng looked up to the west again:

"If my guess is correct, that's Wuzhangyuan, right?"

The prime minister stationed himself at Wuzhangyuan and confronted Sima Yi across the Wugong River, holding back the army of Wei thieves.

The king led his cavalry across thousands of miles and swept across Jiuyuan and Bingzhou to the east of Hedong, establishing the battle situation in one fell swoop.

This battle completely reversed the strength and weakness of the Han thieves. Who in the world doesn't know this?

"General Feng is General Feng, don't accept it."

Old Wei once again praised him, and without any further excuses, he pointed to the high slope behind the village, "This is where the traitors set up camp, facing the Prime Minister across the water."

The hillside behind the village is also a high plateau. Although it is not as impressive as Wuzhangyuan, it is the only high point on the east coast that can compete with it.

"So our village was actually built using the traitor's camp, which saved a lot of effort."

Old Feng nodded. No wonder the layout of the village looked very similar to that of a military camp, including a watchtower.

Naturally, the village where Lao Wei and the others were located could not have occupied the camp of Sima Yi's 200,000-strong army. Their village only occupied a small part.

"Over there," Old Wei pointed to the other side of the mountain, "is the guest house built in the meeting. Further north, to the edge of the Wei River, is the warehouse."

The so-called warehouse is naturally the warehouse of Xinghan Hui.

"But this time I definitely can't let you live in a guest house. You will live in the village. In the evening, I will call all the old brothers and get together."

The roads in the village are kept very clean and there is no mess like ordinary villages.

As you pass by the houses on the road, you can see that almost every household raises some chickens, ducks, geese and other poultry.

From time to time, a guard dog would run out and bark at the group of strangers through the fence.

In a few houses, women could be seen squatting in the vegetable gardens in the yards, clearing weeds.

Occasionally, a few butterflies flew by, attracting children to chase and play.

There are also women sitting in the shade at the door, watching the children running around, while skillfully knitting sweaters, the needles and threads in their hands dancing in the air, like butterflies flying through flowers.

There are also old people sitting in the shade of the trees in the village, gently shaking their fans and telling stories to the children surrounding them.

Being in such a peaceful and peaceful village can almost make people forget that there are still wars and rebellions outside.

Li Ming followed the crowd, and when passing by from a distance, he could faintly hear what the old man was saying:

"Feng Junhou drew his sword and shouted: My flag will be erected here, and I will not retreat even half a step! When the thieves come, I will pick up this three-foot sword and die with the thieves. Since the Northern Expedition, I have never heard of a general in the army who died for the country.

, If so, please start from eternity!”

"But when I saw the bandits coming together, Marquis Feng was wearing armor and riding a horse, holding a heavenly sword. A cold light suddenly appeared. He raised the sword and dropped it. His clothes and armor passed by. The bandits' blood was like a fountain. I followed closely behind Marquis Feng and killed all the bandits.

Will penetrate the siege..."

"Wow!"

All the children could not help but exclaim in surprise, all showing admiration and adoration.

Li Ming, who was passing by, paused for a moment, his steps involuntarily slowed down, and doubts arose in his heart:

Is Mr. Feng really that powerful?

Feng's words of encouragement to the soldiers in the battle at Jieting have already spread throughout the world.

It has to be said that when anyone hears this, their blood will surge and they will want to exhale.

Li Ming's brother-in-law came from Nanxiang, and his usual words of praise for Mr. Feng were naturally overwhelming.

But for so many years, he has always been prejudiced against his martial arts brother-in-law.

Not to mention that there are many people in the Li family in Shu who regard Mr. Feng as an evil ghost or beast.

So Li Ming never believed his evaluation of Feng Dashima.

There is no doubt that Feng's military strategy has few opponents.

It is also true that Mr. Feng has led troops for many years and fought on the battlefield without ever losing a single victory.

It is definitely impossible to say that he has no martial arts skills.

Don't talk nonsense about how you can strategize and win the battle just by waving your feather fan and sitting in command.

These days, scholars carry swords and travel around the world.

Leading armies in battles all year round, how can you survive without a strong body?

Not to mention that Feng did not fight a decisive battle thousands of miles away, but led his army to fight thousands of miles away.

But if it is true as the old soldier said, wearing iron armor, holding up to the sky, rushing into battle to kill the enemy like a withered corpse, he is not inferior to the five tiger generals...

Li Ming couldn't help but feel a little dazed, as a figure seemed to flash before his eyes.

The Liangzhou examination was also the first examination in Dahan, setting a precedent for Dahan to select talents.

Li Ming graduated with excellent results in that exam.

And the examiner of that exam was none other than Feng.

So many years have passed, but Feng stood on a high platform and looked down at many students.

Behind him stood a stone wall engraved with the words "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations."

This scene, especially that figure, has remained fresh in his memory for so many years.

That figure was so high and unattainable that it even made people feel an irresistible feeling of powerlessness:
To be continued...