Under the escort of a group of Pan Feng's soldiers, Zhen Jiang safely returned to the Zhen family in Dong'a City before evening.

Although he spent several hours on the road, when he arrived at the Zhen family compound, Zhen Jiang could not suppress his uneasy heart.

At this moment, her mind was filled with images of Pan Feng and the two of them clinging to each other in the garden.

Thinking of this, Zhen Jiang's face couldn't help but blush.

"Sister Jiang, I think you don't look very good. Could it be that something happened on the road?" Zhen Yan noticed something strange about Zhen Jiang and asked with concern.

Zhen Jiang woke up from her daze and hurriedly explained: "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired from running back and forth."

Since ancient times, the orders of parents are the words of matchmakers.

If the parents are deceased, the eldest brother will be the father and the eldest sister will be the mother.

Logically speaking, Zhen Jiang should tell Zhen Yan about this important matter of marriage, but when she thought of the "bet", Zhen Jiang didn't know how to talk to her brother.

"You don't look like you are tired. Brother Wei, I think you are very energetic." Zhen Yan gave Zhen Jiang a meaningful look.

"ah......"

Zhen Jiang's heart trembled, and he changed the subject in a panic: "By the way, where is brother Fengxiao, why don't you see anyone else?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhen Yan couldn't help but frown slightly and said in a deep voice: "You said this because I only remembered it because of my brother. It has been more than three days since I went to pay a courtesy call on Duke Yuan. Logically speaking, I should reply with a letter.

As a result, there is still no news, which is indeed something that should not be done..."

"Hey, second brother, I just said casually, maybe he is a guest now and is discussing the classics and Taoism with Mr. Yuan. Okay, okay, I'm going to find my little sister."

Seeing that Zhen Yan's attention was successfully diverted, Zhen Jiang smiled and ran towards the backyard.

"It's hard for women to stay in college..."

Zhen Yan suddenly sighed, with some regret and helplessness in that tone.

...

At noon the next day.

Dark clouds are gathering, and the sky and the earth are in a state of silence.

On the banks of the Wenshui River, a cavalry force numbering five hundred was approaching along the river towards the north of Mount Tai.

All things are ghostly and ghostly, and the only sounds in my ears are the whistling wind and the gentle sound of the swirling and crashing river water.

Pan Feng rode his horse and raised his spear, his cold eagle eyes staring closely at the huge camp in front of him.

To the north of Mount Tai, the camp in the wilderness downstream of Wenshui River had many tents, but at this time there were only a few battle flags and a few patrolling bandits shaking their heads.

The day and night before yesterday, Pan Feng personally led these five hundred light cavalry, starting from Gaoyuan, avoiding the conspicuous official roads, passing through layers of hilly basins, and sneaking towards Mount Tai.

Although Gaoyuan City has abundant food and grass, it has few horses, with a total of only about 800 horses.

Therefore, Pan Feng selected five hundred of the most elite cavalry and used a rotation system of one man and two cavalry to greatly increase the speed of the march.

As for Gaoyuan City, Zhang He was left to command the remaining 4,000 soldiers and horses to garrison it.

Chang Xi never dreamed that Pan Feng not only knew the direction of his troops in advance, but also staged a hundred-mile attack for him to steal his lair, Chrysanthemum.

"Chang Xi, since you dare to attack my city, I will crush your camp first."

Holding the gun barrel in his hand tightly, a high-spirited sneer appeared on the corner of Pan Feng's mouth.

The five hundred cavalrymen behind him had endured the fighting spirit for two full days. At this moment, when the swords were at war, they gradually began to become restless, and a determined murderous intention appeared on the young and determined faces.

[Warm reminder: The current Liji data panel experience card has only the last three minutes left and will expire soon. Please check it carefully.]

Just when Pan Feng was about to give the order to attack, the system's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

Pan Feng's iron tower-like body remained motionless, and with a frown, he remembered that it had been exactly seven days since the day he rescued Zhen Jiang.

[Ding dong... It has been detected that a new task is currently generated, please confirm the reception of the host. 】

Pan Feng frowned slightly and directly selected "Confirm".

[The task is as follows: Ask the host to complete a record of defeating more with less.]

[Reward: Randomly reward a functional prop.]

"A functional prop again? It's interesting." Pan Feng looked at the system rewards in his mind and nodded with interest.

But with a snap of the fingers, three minutes flew by.

[Ding dong...Li Ji's experience card has expired, please check it carefully.]

[In view of the outstanding performance of the host during the experience of Li Ji's data panel, the host is hereby awarded Intelligence 5, Commander 4, Governance 4, as well as the Medical Skills Panel. The basic panel is a seventh-grade doctor, please pay attention to the host's review. 】

After finishing his words, Pan Feng's basic intelligence increased to 70, basic commander increased to 69, and basic governance increased to 68. It can be said that in addition to the force of force, all aspects have been greatly improved, and he also gained an additional 70-level medical skill value.

The benefits brought by the Ten Philosophers of the Martial Arts Temple are indeed extraordinary.

Pan Feng immediately felt refreshed and at ease.

Immediately afterwards, he refocused his whole body, clicked the sign-in button in his mind, and then stared at the data panel that was about to appear.

Whether he is a general, a counselor, a commander-in-chief, or a civil servant, it will be revealed in the next moment.

【Sign in successfully!】

[The host has signed in for seven days in total. Congratulations to the host for getting a general data panel experience card, which is valid for seven days. ]

[Congratulations to the host for winning: Huo Qubing, the champion of the Han Dynasty.]

[Huo Qubing, a ninth-grade general, the data is as follows]

【Force:98】

[Intelligence: 88]

【Commander:97】

【Governance:67】

[Attribute: Jueqi - a genius with natural sensitivity to geographical positioning, and when commanding the cavalry to attack, the command value is 3.]

Huo Qubing!

Seeing this name, even Pan Feng, who has been born in two generations, couldn't help but take a breath.

He actually drew Hou Huo Qubing, one of the double champions of the Han Empire.

Looking at Huo Qubing's life, it is like a huge bug in the long history, which was born in a hurry and repaired in a hurry.

At only eighteen years old, at an age when ordinary young men were trapped by love, Huo Qubing had already led eight hundred soldiers and horses into the hinterland of the Xiongnu, killing more than two thousand of the enemy.

After Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty learned about it, he named Huo Qubing the champion in the first battle, which meant that he would bravely win the three armies, which is the origin of the term champion in later generations.

When Huo Qubing was 19 and 21 years old, he boldly hired the Huns and used blitzkrieg and special forces to their fullest potential.

Recovering the Hexi Corridor, annihilating the Monan Xiongnu, and achieving the pinnacle goal of countless famous generals in later generations, sealing the wolf in Xu and drinking from the vast sea of ​​horses.

Huo Qubing and Wei Qing wiped out the centuries of humiliation of the Han Dynasty, avenged their previous humiliation, and drove the Xiongnu all the way to Eastern Europe.

Later, when Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty rewarded Huo Qubing with a golden house and jade house, Huo Qubing flatly refused and left a famous saying that has been passed down through the ages.

If the Huns are not destroyed, why should we take care of our family?

It's a pity that the mythical Huo Qubing died mysteriously at the age of twenty-four.

Just like fixing a bug in history, it was like a meteor streaking across the sky of the Han Dynasty, and it was fleeting, leaving infinite reveries to future generations.

Pan Feng never dreamed that he would actually get Huo Qubing's face.
Chapter completed!