Murong Feng could not understand his true intentions for a while. He repeatedly discussed with Tie Ao, but he still did not understand what Que Ju's intention was to continue to station in the same place. If he did not move closer to He Lian, there would be loopholes in the advancement of surrounding Murong Feng when Ke Zui's troops had been completely wiped out. In other words, Que Ju gave up fighting with Tie Lang and other main forces under the banner of Murong Feng, which actually meant giving up Murong Feng to escape from the encirclement.

"Is Queju or Lianzi's promotion route still behind?" Murong Feng hesitated to Tie Ao.

"If there is a backpack, it means a reinforcement army will be reserved."

"But our scouts have been observing this route, and there are no cavalry within a hundred miles."

Tie Ao didn't say anything because he had no experience in commanding such a complex battle situation. He was the commander of the superiors, and he led the team to fight.

Xianbei people have no words, no education, and only have one mother tongue. If there is any major event, it means drawing a few symbols on a wooden board, and the so-called wise men or smarter people in the tribe who are responsible for conveying the news to the tribe leader. In this primitive civilization and backward culture, the way to survive is often based on experience or intuitive and instinctive consciousness, or even fight. Therefore, people like Murong Feng, who are very wise, self-taught but profound in knowledge, regard them as half a god, worship and trust in the Xianbei people.

Murong Feng used to give advice to Tan Shihuai, a rare generation of heroes in the world. There were many such talents around Tan Shihuai, and Murong Feng was only more prominent in military affairs. After Tan Shihuai's death, these people were killed, fled, rebellious, and deteriorated. There were basically not many who survived. Since Murong Feng escaped, he has been trying to make a comeback, but he rarely met a wise man like himself who is knowledgeable and extraordinary.

He often stayed alone in the tent and thought hard. Every time he thought of the past, he would think of the past. A group of people surrounded Tan Shihuai, talking and laughing, and could gather ideas and solve many problems. Unfortunately, no one could help him. Xiong Ba was already very good. Murong Feng thought that he lacked spirituality and could not become a great person. As for Li Hong, who was following him recently, was a Han man, after all, it was a problem. Secondly, he had been injured and his mind was confused for a while, and he didn't know when he could recover. No normal person could say that, no matter how clever he was.

Murong Feng stood in the night, silently thinking about Que Ju's question. At this time, he saw Li Hong.

Li Hong was surrounded by a group of Xianbei soldiers, roaring loudly, waving a tree trunk of one foot (equivalent to twenty-three centimeters now) thick. There were seven or eight swords of war in the ground around Li Hong. Li Hong was naked and danced the trunks to the wind, but he did not encounter a sword. The soldiers watching exclaimed and cheered.

Murong Feng said to the guard standing behind him, "Go and call the leopard back."

Li Hong used his clothes to wipe the sweat beads from his body, and strode behind Murong Feng, panting heavily.

"Master..."

Murong Feng frowned, "Put on the clothes. Do you think your body looks good?"

Li Hong immediately made a knife-raising slashing style, bulging his muscles like a hill, and asked the guards around Murong Feng leisurely: "Is it good-looking?"

The guards couldn't help laughing, and even Murong Feng couldn't help kicking him, laughing and scolding, "Don't embarrass and conspicuously."

Li Hong put on his shirt and walked in the camp with Murong Feng. Seeing the Grandmaster patrol the camp, the soldiers around him stood up and saluted the Grandmaster.

Murong Feng waved his hand and replied to the soldiers loudly. During the break, Murong Feng expressed his concerns to Li Hong. Li Hong always blindly thought that the general must have a plan and was confident, and just tested him, so he said casually: "The general's purpose is to join the war with the three tribes of Murong. Since the two have crossed the river and their determination to participate in the war is obvious, why bother with any more worries? We will eat Queju anyway, so why bother with whether he has reinforcements? Simply launch the entire army to surround Queju as quickly as possible and eliminate Queju. Eat his reinforcements and eat Helian. Our army is as powerful as the world. Who is the opponent of the general?" Li Hong became more and more excited as he spoke, and later he almost raised his arms and shouted.

The soldiers around him only heard Li Hong shouting loudly, "Look at the world, who is the opponent of the Grand Marshal?" He immediately felt that the disheveled Han man was very reasonable, and immediately agile soldier shouted loudly: "The Grand Marshal is invincible!"

First, a small group of people were shouting, then a large group of people were shouting, and then everyone in the military camp was shouting.

"The general is invincible..."

The sound shook the sky, and the excited soldiers opened their voices and roared to the fullest. Suddenly, everyone felt their hearts surging and their blood boiling, and they wished they could jump on their horses and gallop across the battlefield immediately.

Murong Feng was infected by the soldiers' high emotions and was filled with tears of excitement. Li Hong only felt that he was full of strength and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Murong Feng called Tie Ao and other generals to the tent in the middle of the night. Everyone came to the camp with a horse. The hurried horse hooves woke up many soldiers who had just fallen asleep.

"Tomorrow morning, we will rush to Jutun to encircle and annihilate Queju." Murong Feng and others sat down and then spoke.

"Master, tomorrow the Tianlan tribe and the Coyote tribe will arrive. There are still some tribes with a relatively long distance coming one after another. Are we not waiting?"

"I won't wait. I'll send someone to stay here. Once they arrive, I'll ask them to quickly go to Jutun to support him."

"There are five thousand men in Queju, and we only have eight thousand. We cannot guarantee to eat him in one bite. Will the Grandmaster wait for two more days and wait for all reinforcements to arrive? Is it safer?" Grandmaster Houli of the Xianchi tribe said softly.

"The five thousand troops of Tielang Duan Song will arrive at Jutun one step earlier than us. They will start the attack from the northwest direction first. Tie Ao Houli leads 4,000 Iron Cavalry to cut in from the northeast direction. I lead the bird friends of the Desert Mountain Tribe, Fei Ji of the Sumu Tribe, the plowshare of the Lili Tribe, and the four little coaches of Tu Xiao of the Xigu Tribe, cut in from the southwest direction. Ten thousand and three thousand matches, you should be sure to win quickly."

Murong Feng looked at everyone and said slowly, "Eat Queju of Changlu tribe, and Ke Ji of the Tiger tribe is basically done. In the central Xianbei, there are only two Murong Shangs on the south bank of the Rushui River, who have the strength to fight with us. After this battle, you can get a lot of spoils from these two large tribes, and you should be able to compensate for the losses of each tribe."

The tribal leader headed by Tie Ao hurriedly saluted Murong Feng, "Thank you for your kind gift."

Before dawn, loud sounds of cow horns sounded over the wild geese.

The troops were gathering. The soldiers had already finished their breakfast. Under the urging of the trumpet, everyone packed their tents in an orderly manner, put out the remaining fire in the fire, tied their horses to their saddles, and slowly gathered under the banner of their respective troops.

The condor of the Black Eagle Tribe spread its wings and soared over the wild geese, making a crisp chirping sound from its mouth. Looking up to the ground from the wild geese, five streams of people of different colors were flowing towards the grassland outside the camp.

Murong Feng stood under his fiery eagle's flag on his horse. He looked grim, looking at the endless soldiers in front of him, his eyes were filled with excitement, and his body exuded a high fighting spirit.

Murong Feng turned around and looked at Li Hong sitting on the horse's back. Li Hong's black panther probably felt the coming battle. He walked in a small stairs uneasy and raised his head and neighed from time to time. Li Hong kicked the horse's belly embarrassedly, "This kid is not honest."

"Are you still nervous?" Murong Feng asked affectionately. Thinking of the nervousness in the battle between Mazuipo, Li Hong's face immediately turned red. He quickly shook his head, raised his chest and shouted loudly, "Go back to the Grand Marshal, don't be nervous anymore." Then he whispered proudly: "How is it? Am I right this time? It's really exciting to have a fight."

Murong Feng was amused by him, "You are a genius, haven't I said it?" Then a trace of undetectable worry and worry flashed in his eyes. What was he worried about? Looking at Li Hong's black hair fluttering slightly in the morning breeze, Murong Feng suddenly felt that the world was really unfair. The cowardly Han country was full of talents, and he was a genius just by catching an idiot. Looking at the huge Xianbei country, he could not find a young man like Li Hong. The Han country had many talents but weak national strength, and was often invaded by the Xianbei country, which lacked talents but was ruthless. This world may be fair. But Li Hong was a Han Chinese. Once his memory was restored or he encountered any stimulation, he would still have to go back. What would such a person hold military power in the Han country mean to the Xianbei country?

Li Hong didn't know what Murong Feng was thinking. He was still showing off his cleverness to Murong Feng, "The Grand Marshal's plan is really perfect. Eliminate Queju and then surround and company as quickly as possible. In this way, the initiative of the entire central Xianbei battlefield has been firmly grasped by the Grand Marshal. Regardless of success or failure of Danhanshan, the Grand Marshal has already been invincible."

Murong Feng looked at him in surprise, "Leopard, do you remember the entire Xianbei situation in your heart?"

"Didn't the general say that the general must have a grasp of the overall situation in order to get the best interests on the local battlefield?"

Murong Feng nodded in admiration, "It's one thing to say, but it's another thing to do."

The commanders from various departments rushed over and reported loudly to Murong Feng that the army had been assembled.

Murong Feng set out toward the trumpeter behind him.

“Woo…”

A long horn sound awakened the sleeping sun. It opened its eyes slightly and saw thousands of troops in the hazy way. Under the leadership of a fiery eagle flag, it made a shocking thunder sound like a flood breaking through the dike, roaring all the way, and pounced towards itself in a fierce manner. It was shocked and opened its eyes wide in horror.

In an instant, the red glow in the sky suddenly shot out of the horizon, covering the surging tide.
Chapter completed!