The man was full of suspicion: "Who are you? If you really have such an ability, why would you stay in the camp and be a guy?" He obviously didn't believe it. Isn't this a joke of the strategy of 20,000 people against 100,000 elite soldiers
Hu Feng said, "Believe it or not, but remember, if you want to come back from the battlefield alive, just listen to me. If you want to go to the battlefield to die, then treat it as if I didn't say it, but, believe it or not, I want to ask Do me a favor. Bring a word to Mu Yang from the Iron Cavalry Camp."
The man asked in shock: "Do you know Team Leader Mu?" Team Leader Mu is now the backbone of the iron cavalry, and he has also helped the Black Armored Battalion a lot. Otherwise, the Black Armored Battalion would have long ceased to exist.
"You tell him that in the middle of the night, the bird is scared and farewell to hate!" Hu Feng did not explain much. In this situation, it is not convenient to say too much.
"What does this mean?" The man was puzzled.
Hu Feng said: "Don't care what it means, help me pass a message to Mu Yang, and he will understand after listening." This was a secret signal when he took someone to change clothes and raid the enemy's grain and grass camp. Only a few dozen people knew it. Among them was Mu Yang. Mu Yang was the lowest status among a dozen people at that time. It is precisely because of his low status that he can continue to stay until now. Otherwise, his fate may be the same as those of the generals who were tortured to death. Same.
The man wanted to ask again. When Hu Feng saw Zhu Sizheng looking for someone, he pushed him back and said in a low voice: "Don't say anything, you and I are your own. Remember what I said."
The man left with full of doubts. He never thought that fate would start to turn around at this moment.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is over, the night is cool, and the north wind blows the leaves in the mountains, making a scalp rustling sound.
When the crescent moon was in the sky, thin clouds flicked by from time to time, the light and shadow were cold, and the tall black shadow stood motionless under the old tree.
The three shifts have passed, but the people he was waiting for have not yet come, and the originally flat brows finally frowned.
Just as he was about to start the second set of plans, there was a light and messy footstep from far and near, and he ducked into the shadows, until the figures of those people appeared under the moonlight, and all fell into his eyes. In his eyes, he just appeared again.
Seven people came, and among them were the men whom I had seen in the daytime.
The leader was Mu Yang whom he called to meet.
When Mu Yang saw him, his face showed ecstasy, and his eyes instantly turned red.
He opened his mouth and was about to call out the name he hadn’t called in three years. Hu Feng hurriedly raised his hand to stop him, and said to Mu Yang first: "I’m Hu Feng, the new guy in the camp, I heard that you’ll want it tomorrow. Going to the battlefield and fighting the enemy's 100,000 elite with 20,000 troops, the big guy finds it absurd, thinking that you will definitely lose. It's just going to give people away, but I don't think so."
Mu Yang tried his best to calm his ecstasy and excitement, and swallowed King Jin back a second time. Since His Royal Highness refused to reveal his identity, he naturally had his considerations, so he just had to cooperate.
Mu Yang took a deep breath and replied: "Yes, it is true. Listening to you, do you have a way to let us beat the opponent's 100,000 soldiers with 20,000 troops?"
If someone else said something like this, he Mu Yang would not believe it, but King Jin said it. He naturally believed that the King Jin took their cavalry battalion with eight thousand elite soldiers and defeated the fifty thousand army of Xiye Kingdom. They lost their lives and won a great victory.