Chapter 52 Jedi Strikes Back

"A Feng, you dare to resist--" When Mi Fang wanted to scold again, Liu Feng had already left.

In the empty tent, there was only Mi Fang, who was red-faced and swollen below. Looking at the two young figures going away, Mi Fang's eyes burst into hatred, and she was fixed in place for a long time. Then she snorted and shook her robe fiercely.

Liu Feng, who went away, went straight back to his military tent. He was also angry. As soon as he entered the big account, he slapped Zhu's case fiercely: "Just take others to crush me. He still wants me to follow you to death. There is no door."

The Ma Zhen who came in later didn't look much better. All talented people are people who want face. Liu Feng looked up to him and gave him face, so he tried his best to do things for Liu Feng. Unexpectedly, a Mi Fang suddenly appeared, and it was enough to put on makeup. He also openly scolded himself. Ma Yu couldn't swallow this tone.

"Son, with all due respect, your uncle is greedy and doesn't know anything about the art of war. It must be a dead end if he rushes to fight like this." Ma Jian also saw that there was a gap between Liu Feng and Mi Fang, so he dared to criticize Mi Fang without decoration.

The cold wind rose outside the tent, and the rustling autumn wind penetrated into the tent. Liu Feng felt a chill. It was this chill that calmed his burning anger slightly.

'Calm down. If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan. You must be calm.'

Under the self-indications again and again, Liu Feng gradually regained his calm mind and paced back and forth in the account. He gradually realized the seriousness of the situation.

When Liu Bei left, he said that the matter of Jiangbei was controlled by Guan Yu at his full power. Although Mi Fang's move was to seek his own death, if he did not obey, he would eventually disobey the military order. Perhaps, what Mi Fang did was simply instructed by Mi Zhu, and maybe she deliberately designed and framed herself.

Thinking of this, Liu Feng realized that this matter could not be treated so simply. After thinking for a moment, he had an idea: "I will immediately repair the book to clarify the stakes, and you will send someone to your second uncle immediately. I believe he will reject the plan to fight."

Ma Zhen said, "General Guan is far away from Shiyang. Even if he repairs the book immediately, it will take several days to come and forth. I'm afraid that if I can't wait for General Guan's order, the disaster has already happened."

Liu Feng sighed slightly: "Even so, this letter still needs to be written. In the end, even if it is useless, we can at least get rid of this defeat."

This is Liu Feng's real intention. If Mi Fang wants to die, Liu Feng doesn't care.

"That being said, has the eldest prince ever thought that once General Mi is defeated, there will be only 200 soldiers and horses left in the Lushan camp. At that time, a thousand enemies will take advantage of the victory. Even if we stick to it and don't fight, how can we defend it with only 200 soldiers and horses?"

When he woke up, Liu Feng only felt a complete chill on his back.

Ma Zhen is right. Mi Fang is annoying and death is not a wasteful, but the 700 soldiers and horses in his hand are crucial. Previously, Liu Feng thought that the main reason why he could be defended was also because of the 700 soldiers and horses of Mi Fang. If these soldiers and horses are damaged, as Ma Yan said, they can't defend them even if they want to.

The change of the situation is beyond Xu Shu's expectations, and also beyond Liu Feng's expectations. Now Liu Feng's primary goal is how to overcome the current crisis, otherwise how to break away from Liu Bei.

"My uncle really gave us a big problem." Liu Feng's eyebrows condensed into a blade, and his four fingers beat the table rhythmically, constantly searching for the previously learned art of war in his mind, trying to find a way out for himself.

"It seems that withdrawing Xiakou is the only way out." Liu Feng muttered to himself that this seemed to be the only way he could think of to protect himself.

Ma Jian is unwilling. In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he is more willing to choose to retreat than Liu Feng.

Liu Feng didn't want to make contributions at all. He just wanted to ask Mingzhe to protect himself, and then he wanted to get rid of Liu Bei. Ma Yan is different. What he wants is to be famous. This is the first battle in his life. If he retreats without fighting like this, it will be a great humiliation for Ma Yan.

Seeing Liu Fengmeng retreat, Ma Qian hurriedly said, "The Lord ordered us to stick to Lushan in order to cooperate with the main battlefield of the Red Cliff of the Wu army. From a military point of view, of course, we can retreat, but from the overall situation, this retreat will put the Lord in a disadvantage. Grand Prince, we must not withdraw."

It's easy to say. If you don't withdraw, you have to fight. With your current strength, why do you want to fight?

Liu Feng couldn't reveal his real thoughts, so he had to say, "I understand what you said, but if you want to fight, you also need capital. How can you resist a strong enemy with two hundred soldiers and horses?"

Ma Zhen's eyes suddenly lit up: "Since we can't keep it, why don't we take the initiative to fight and win with surprise?"

"Won the victory with surprise? Hey hey, come with me."

Liu Feng strode out, and Ma Yu didn't know what he meant, so he had to follow him out.

The two of them got on the horse, took more than a dozen guards, left the Lushan camp, and went all the way west. At the beginning of four or five miles, the terrain was still flat and dry. The further west it went, the narrower and muddy the road became. Yun Mengze in the north gradually moved south, forming a V-shaped terrain with the Yangtze River in the south.

After walking ten miles, the road along the river has been reduced to less than fifty or sixty steps wide. Standing in the middle of the road, the left is the Yangtze River and the right is the muddy, with a clear view of the radius.

Liu Feng raised his hand and pointed to the large piece of mud on the right: "Since ancient times, I also understand that I want to beat the strong with the weak and be outnumbered by others. But look at the terrain on the right. If it is a forest or a mountain bag, we can barely ambush, but in this swamp, people and horses will fall into it as soon as they enter it, and they can't ambush soldiers and horses at all. If I can't set an ambush, I really can't think of any other strange strategies can be used in such a place.

Liu Feng is not afraid to fight. In fact, he had also inspected the battlefield on the spot before. He pretended that if an enemy invaded, how he would fight, but in addition to the frontal and hard resistance, he could not think of any good way.

After seeing the terrain here, Ma's expression also dimmed. He jumped off the horse and walked to the edge of the swamp with a deep and shallow foot. Looking around, except for the sparsely growing reeds, it was the mud that could not be seen at a glance.

He tried to step one foot into the swamp. There was nothing when he had just stepped on it, but the weight of his body increased, and the whole leg immediately sank. When it sank to the root of the calf, the trend of sinking did not stop.

Ma Zhen quickly pulled out his legs, and he had no intention to clean up the mud that took out half of his legs. He squatted sullenly by the swamp, picked up a dry skill and poked the mud under his feet, and muttered, "Is it really the first battle in my life that I am destined to end with escape..."

On the young face, there is a little helplessness and a little unwillingness.

Suddenly, the dim eyes flashed with excitement. The horse jumped up and turned back to Liu Feng and shouted excitedly, "Sir, I have thought of the strange strategy to win."