Hearing what Sima Yi said, Sima Zhao's face suddenly became a little uneasy:

"Sir, shouldn't I come over? Or, did the child do something wrong?"

Sima Yi sighed slightly:

"It's not your fault. It's my fault for not telling you clearly in time. It's just... ugh!"

It's just that some words have different effects if they are spoken or not.

For example, if you hold on to Luoyang City, you can surrender after the city is broken.

This matter, stated clearly and tacit permission, are of two natures.

If you just urge them to persevere, the people below may try their best to persevere until the last step.

And if it is made clear, it will make them feel lazy, and they will surrender without even resisting. They will surrender without even resisting.

And what they have to face is Xiao Wenhe, who is known for his foresight.

If there is any abnormality, this person will probably notice it.

At that time, some of the follow-up arrangements on my side may be discovered and even exploited by others.

You cannot be too cautious with an opponent like this.

Letting his son guard Luoyang personally was to prove his determination to stick to Luoyang.

Only in this way can the people below believe that they will definitely rescue Luoyang.

While Sima Yi was thinking about it, he did not continue speaking. Instead, he pondered for a moment and asked:

"Sir, you have met Feng Mingwen. What do you think of this person?"

Sima Zhao did not expect that his master would ask him this question. He was stunned for a moment, and then he thought seriously.

Although he only met the legendary Feng once in Chang'an, this meeting really impressed Sima Zhao deeply (Chapter 1109).

Sima Zhao was deeply shocked at the first sight of the iron cavalry standing motionless in the snow.

Until now, he didn't know whether the armored cavalry behind Feng Mingwen was the unparalleled armored cavalry in the world.

As for Feng, whom he had personally talked with, Sima Zhao naturally did not dare to forget him.

But even so, Sima Zhao finally just shook his head with shame:

"Sir, I am a stupid kid and I really can't see through Feng Mingwen."

"It doesn't matter, just say what you can see."

This was not the first time that Sima Yi asked Sima Zhao what he thought of Feng.

He asked once after Sima Zhao exchanged Wang Shuang from Feng.

But it was obvious that at that time, Sima Zhao had never expected to see Feng in person.

What is even more difficult to see is that in that prisoner exchange, Sima Yi and Feng were secretly calculating each other.

Several years later, Sima Zhao would occasionally think about how he would respond better if it happened again.

After all, the opportunity to face Feng directly is rare for most people, especially for his opponents.

So compared to his initial thoughts, Sima Zhao naturally had more opinions at this time.

"Abandoning the rumors circulated by the world, based on what I saw when I was a child, I can tell that this man is indeed a good leader of troops. He can come to welcome Xizuo in person, which can be said to be a courtesy to a scholar."

"At that time, he was already famous all over the world, but when he talked with Na Xizuo, his face was respectful, and when he talked with the children, he was quite polite. It can be seen that he is by no means an arrogant person."

"I also asked my lord, my regret about not being able to fight my lord on the bank of the river, was beyond words, which shows that I am quite confident."

Sima Yi suddenly interrupted Sima Zhao:

"Zi Shang, do you admire him very much?"

When Sima Zhao heard this, his face stiffened for a moment, and then he nodded:

"I dare not hide it from the adults. The child really admires him."

As he spoke, he sighed and even looked a little confused:

"The child is not much different in age from this person, but he is incompetent in writing and martial arts, let alone in governing the country and the people..."

In his early years, he had admired the "Four Cong Ba Da" and other scholars leaders in the Wei Dynasty, but these people were simply not worth mentioning in front of Feng.

He has a unique talent that dominates the world!

Every article that circulates is unprecedented.

King Chen (Cao Zhi) traveled to Ayu Mountain in the east and compiled the notation of Sanskrit chants. He had just understood the art of phonology from Sanskrit.

(Note: Cao Zhi should be the first person to explore and summarize the rhythm of poetry. The rhythm of poetry was first developed in the Southern and Northern Dynasties and was not fully mature until the Tang Dynasty)

Feng's articles are already a complete collection of phonology.

No wonder even King Chen felt inferior to him.

As for military strategy, there is no need to mention it.

Such people are rare to meet in a century.

If Sima Zhao had never met Mr. Feng, it would be fine. At most, he would be like Master Sima. He knew that he might face Mr. Feng, but he might not have the courage to fight.

But he happened to have seen it before. Not only had he met it, but he had also talked with it in person.

In addition, my own master was also defeated by this person.

But his brother was even worse. It was said that the person who defeated him was the bodyguard led by Feng's trusted general.

Every time I think of Mr. Feng's humble appearance when talking to me, and then I think of the encounter between the adult and my brother.

Especially after his brother left, Sima Zhao faced the pressure from the west alone and had nightmares for several days:

Feng, who had a meek look on his face, stood in front of his couch and said humbly to himself, Mr. Sima, you are up. I never expected that we would meet again.

Behind him is the murderous cavalry, staring at him eagerly, ready to rush over at any moment and trample him into a pulp...

Therefore, when I came to Yecheng in a hurry, I may not necessarily be afraid.

Thinking of this, Sima Zhao was shocked and remembered that there was an adult on the other side.

"Sir, I..."

"It doesn't have to be this way."

Sima Yi seemed to have read through Sima Zhao's thoughts, "Whether you admire him or fear him, Feng Mingwen is indeed an extremely difficult opponent."

Having said this, he even laughed at himself:

"When I was a father, wasn't he said to be as afraid of Shu as a tiger? But what about now? How many people are not afraid of Shu?"

Those who really did not believe in evil mostly followed the late emperor down there.

Even his own son...

Thinking of this, Sima Yi looked at Sima Zhao with two more understandings:

"It's nothing to be ashamed of if you are afraid of it."

Sima Zhao's face turned slightly red when his master revealed his secret thoughts.

"But our Sima family can't retreat now, because we have no way out."

Sima Yi sighed, "As long as Wei Dynasty is still there, we will not be able to retreat."

A look of shame appeared on Sima Zhao's face again, and he whispered:

"Sir, I know I'm wrong. I'll go back to Luoyang immediately tomorrow."

"No need." Sima Yi shook his head, "Now that we are here, there is no need to rush back."

As he said that, he looked at Sima Zhao with a somewhat thoughtful look, "I happen to have something here, and I want you to take care of it."

Sima Zhao quickly stood up:

"My lord, please give me your instructions."

"I want you to go to Chang'an again, meet Feng Mingwen again, and give him a message for me."

Sima Yi paused, as if to let Sima Zhao concentrate on listening clearly, and then continued:

"Do you want to take Luoyang?"

Sima Zhao was shocked, "Sir, this?"

"Don't be nervous, sit down first."

Sima Yi pressed his hand down.

Sima Zhao sat down with some anxiety, his eyes never leaving Sima Yi for a moment. He seemed anxious to get the answer from his master.

Sima Yi did not answer him immediately, but just asked:

"Sir, in your opinion, can Luoyang be defended?"

Sima Zhao hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head:
To be continued...