Chapter 53 Start the War

The stars and the moon are in the sky, and there are no clouds. Tomorrow will be a rare good weather.

Mi Fang stood at the door of the tent and looked up at the night sky, with complacency on her face.

The barracks in the night are like a smooth mirror, reflecting the starlight of the sky, but the little starlight is a pile of bonfires. In the fragrance, a pot of broth has been cooked, and the soldiers sitting around the fire are drooling and preparing to enjoy a rare meat meal.

Although Mi Fang is determined to win tomorrow's battle, he also knows that Cao's army is not so easy to deal with, so he decided to let the soldiers have a full meal tonight to encourage them to fight hard for themselves tomorrow.

A ride rushed from the west, which was the direction of Liu Fengying.

"Well, have you found out what the eldest son is doing?" Mi Fang couldn't wait to ask the soldiers who rolled in the saddle.

"General Hui, the eldest prince sent all the soldiers out, as if he had asked them to cut firewood overnight."

The message brought back by the soldiers made Mi Fang a little inexplicable and even ridiculous.

He was thinking that Liu Feng refused his life. At least you should strengthen the camp honestly. Who would have thought that the war would start tomorrow? In the night before the war, you transferred the soldiers to cut some ghost firewood.

"Cuting firewood at night is funny."

Mi Fang snorted contemptuously and shook her head back to the account. He sat down, unfolded a silk book, and picked up the book without thinking.

Mi Fang wrote a total of two letters, one of which was written to Guan Yu. Naturally, she complained to him, saying that his good nephew dared to disopercede. Mi Fang believed that with Guan Yu's surname, when he learned that Liu Feng dared not obey his order, Guan Yu, who had originally opposed Liu Bei's adoption of Liu Feng as his adopted son, was bound to have more grudge against Liu Feng at this moment.

This second letter was written to his brother Mi Zhu. As soon as the letter was finished, suddenly a soldier outside came to report, saying that the eldest son Liu Feng came to see him.

"This boy, do you finally know that you have made a mistake?" Mi Fang closed the letter and said, "Call him in."

A moment later, Liu Feng stepped in and saw that Mi Fang was sitting upright. Her face was still long, but her eyebrows seemed to be a little proud. Liu Feng knew that he thought he was here to apologize, so that's why he was surnamed De.

Liu Feng came forward and arched his hand and said, "Ocle, I'm here to ask again, do you really plan to fight?"

"I have the chance of winning. Of course I have to fight. What's the matter, Feng, do you regret it? You decided to change your mind and fight with me, so that you can share some achievements.

Mi Fang's self-righteousness made Liu Feng want to laugh. Even if I killed Cao with one knife, under this great battle, I still have to be suspected by you, and I still can't escape the fate of death.

Liu Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said with a faint smile, "Since my uncle has made up his mind, I have nothing to persuade. As for this combat merit, if my uncle has confidence, he can take it all. However, I can't watch my uncle fight, but I turn a blind eye to it, so if my uncle doesn't object, I want to lead the army tomorrow and cheer for my uncle in the back.

'What kind of cheering, don't you want to get a piece of the pie.'

Mi Fang thought that his nephew apologized for the previous violation of the order. At this time, it seemed that Liu Feng did not intend to do so, so she was a little disappointed and snorted coldly, "It's up to you."

"Then I won't disturb my uncle. I wish my uncle a victory and great achievement." Liu Feng complimented a few words and left.

As she saw Liu Feng leave, an angry face appeared on Mi Fang's face and muttered angrily, "This boy is still not repenting. Humph, you will know you're wrong sooner or later."

This night passed in a blink of an eye.

The next time, when Xu said that he was about to rise, the Liu family army of the Lushan camp was already busy and buried the pot to make rice. After eating breakfast in a hurry, Mi Fang led his 700 soldiers and horses out of the camp with his head held high. The soldiers and horses walked along the mud road to the west for more than a while. At a fork in the road, Mi Fang saw Liu Feng and his 200 soldiers and horses who had been waiting here for a long time.

"My scout just reported that Cao's army has left the camp and is now 15 miles away. I'm afraid my uncle will have to speed up the march." Liu Feng reminded with a smile.

Seeing Liu Feng's polite expression, Mi Fang always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong for a moment.

"I naturally know this, and you don't need to remind me. Let's go!" Mi Fang shouted loudly and walked away.

He saw 700 soldiers walking away from the muddy road until they went to a dark shadow at the end of the road. The horse beside them said, "Sir, it's almost time, and it's time for us to start deploying."

Liu Feng took a deep breath, his eyes were as cold as a blade, and he nodded slightly and said, "Then let's start. I hope your plan will work."

"Don't worry, my son, everything is under my control." In the morning breeze, there was a confident smile on Ma's frozen red face.

...............

When the sky was shining, Mi Fang's troops arrived at the pre-imagined battle site. This is the narrowest and muddy section of the road along the river, with a width of more than 40 steps from north to south.

Mi Fang quickly completed the deployment according to the plan drawn up in advance. The halberd of the 200-step army was in front, blocking the whole road, while the remaining 500 soldiers and horses were all holding bows, distributed behind the halberd soldiers.

The two-to-five bow ratio is theoretically unbalanced, but this is exactly what Mi Fang is proud of. He believes that the 1,000-person Cao army, which is about to fight, will not be equipped with more than 200 people. In this way, he can rely on the absolute advantage in the number of crossbowmen, coupled with the sluggish terrain on the enemy's attack, to easily win the battle.

Shortly after the completion of the array, a thin black line was printed at the end of the front. As time goes by, the black line is constantly squirming towards its own position.

The enemy finally appeared.

Jiang Tao slapped the gravel on the shore, and the soldiers close to the river could even be hit in the face by the splash. As the black line in front of them approached, everyone felt that the drums in their ears were getting louder and louder, which was the illusion produced by the accelerated beating of the heartbeat.

"Prepare the halberd."

With Mi Fang's shout, the 200-step army will lower the halberd pointing to the sky, forming a forest with cold light flowing.

500 steps, four hundred steps, three steps, two hundred steps.

When the vague image of the enemy finally came into her eyes, Mi Fang's heart suddenly hit fiercely like a water-stained whip, and her face, which she had intended to get, turned pale in an instant.

What is coming is not the imaginary rows of enemy soldiers with halberd spears, but a row of huge shields that are more than one person high, slowly pressing over like an indestructible iron wall in the dull sound of drums.