Chapter 85 Saint?
After dismissing everyone, Pan Feng stood alone in the tent, looking at the map hanging on the side wall, pacing back and forth, silent.
At this moment, Qu Yi raised the tent and went inside, bringing up a strong gust of wind, which pulled Pan Feng out of his thoughts.
Also coming in with Qu Yi was a pawn wearing Northern Navy armor.
"I just saw this man sneaking around outside the military camp, so the general captured him and waited for my lord to deal with him." Qu Yi grabbed the pawn and threw him in front of Pan Feng.
The soldier took out a letter from his arms in a panic, and said tremblingly: "This is my general, and he asked me to come and give it to General Pan."
"Who is your general?" Pan Feng frowned and asked coldly.
"My general is Wu Anguo." The soldier replied nervously.
Pan Feng seemed to think of something and asked Qu Yi to send the pawn away first, and then unfolded the letter.
The content written above is none other than what Wu Anguo said in the letter.
Kong Rong sent out invitations, inviting scholars and talents from Hebei to come and witness tomorrow's negotiations.
In Beihai City, Tian Kai has prepared 20,000 soldiers and horses, preparing to take advantage of the situation to attack Pan Feng tomorrow when his reputation is ruined.
Wu Anguo advised Pan Feng not to meet each other and to withdraw his troops quickly, otherwise his life would be in danger.
Unexpectedly, Wu Anguo remembered Pan Feng's two kindnesses in his heart, and actually knew how to repay the kindness, and wanted to persuade Pan Feng not to meet each other and withdraw his troops as soon as possible.
"Wu Anguo is still a loyal person..."
Thinking of this, Pan Feng sighed with a smile but not a smile, and burned the letter with the help of candlelight.
Looking at the rising wisps of green smoke, Pan Feng said coldly: "Kong Rong, Kong Rong, let you take a good look tomorrow to see who is ruined..."
...
Night falls.
After handling the day's military affairs and distributing food and grass to each camp, Pan Feng returned to the camp early to rest.
After all, there will be an unprecedented battle tomorrow. Although we have countermeasures in mind, we still cannot underestimate it.
After returning to the camp, Zhen Jiang cooked a bowl of soothing soup and had been waiting for Pan Feng in the tent for a long time.
"Jiang'er is so good at craftsmanship, why haven't I noticed it before?" Pan Feng sipped the soup while praising Zhen Jiang's soup.
"I heard that a girl came to the military camp today. She is from the Mi family in Xuzhou, right?" Zhen Jiang dragged her chin and looked at Pan Feng wolfing down the food. She was in a daze.
Pan Feng then remembered that Zhen Jiang had also been a businessman from all over the world before, so he naturally knew about the Mi family in Xuzhou who was also a wealthy businessman.
Pan Feng put down the bowl and chopsticks and explained with a smile: "Jiang'er also knows about this, but Mi Zhen stayed as a hostage on behalf of his brother. I have no other relationship with her."
Zhen Jiang smiled softly and said: "What did you say, husband? I just asked casually, just because I'm afraid that she has ulterior motives and is not good for husband."
"Silly Jiang'er, my husband is not a blind fool. How could you not tell what is true and what is false? I thought you..." Pan Feng did not continue speaking, but scraped with her hand.
He glanced at the tip of Zhen Jiang's straight nose.
Zhen Jiang glared at Pan Feng with a pout, poked his arm with her finger, and sighed with a smile: "It is natural for a man to have three wives and four concubines. As long as my husband does not dislike me, there is no problem with the girl's character.
I won’t say anything more about my husband taking a concubine.”
After a long quarrel, it turned out that Zhen Jiang was worried about Mi Zhen staying and wanted to get close to Pan Feng with bad intentions, while Pan Feng thought that Zhen Jiang was jealous and sad.
Pan Feng rolled his eyes, patted his arm, and said with a bad smile: "You poked me just now, it's my turn this time, hehe~"
The next moment, the red candle went out with the wind.
But in the darkness, I heard the sound of belts getting wider and wider...
The stars outside the tent are brilliant....
But Pan Feng didn't know that a pretty figure was passing by his military tent at this moment.
That person is Mi Zhen.
Mi Zhen originally wanted to ask Pan Feng if she could watch the negotiations in Beihai tomorrow.
But when she finally found Pan Feng's tent after a lot of effort, she heard the sound of breathing inside.
Mi Zhen's beautiful eyebrows suddenly condensed, her face turned red and hot in an instant, and her body also became hot, so she had to leave in a panic.
...
The next day, it was just dawn.
Pan Feng personally led three thousand cavalrymen who were originally affiliated with the Yellow Turban Army, and went north along the official road to negotiate with Kong Rong.
After driving nearly ten miles, it was noon, the sun was in the sky, and the cold wind was howling.
Looking around, I saw a strong force of three thousand people arrayed in the vast wilderness in front of Beihai City.
The phoenix war flags with the word "Pan" embroidered on each side rise from the ground and stand toward the sky.
Pan Feng put on his battle armor, leaning on the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand, reining in his horse and standing proudly under the battle flag in the middle.
Beside him was Guo Fengxiao, dressed in a green shirt.
After nearly a month of recuperation, Guo Jia's physical condition has improved to a great extent.
The force value has also risen to the level of 50 for a normal man. At this time, letting Guo Jia gallop forward is no longer a big problem.
But no one noticed that among the vast pile of soldiers, there was also a fresh-looking pawn mixed in.
That person is Mi Zhen.
Mi Zhen felt that Pan Feng would not let her watch the battle, so she took matters into her own hands, put on a military uniform and armor, and blended in with the infantry.
At this moment, she was holding her breath, waiting for the next verbal battle.
Pan Feng frowned slightly and swept towards the city coldly. He saw that in addition to the guards, there were also a large number of literati and heroes standing at the city gate.
Some of them are Kong Rong's former disciples, and some are scribes who came from various states after receiving invitations.
They were all invited by Kong Rong and came to Beihai City today to have a look. They were all looking forward to the show.
Seeing Pan Feng's army arrayed under the city, they each stretched out their fingers, pointed at the army under the city, whispered to each other, and complained.
"This scholar, he is stupid because of his reading. When he is not doing business, he is like this. He is noisy, like the buzzing of mosquitoes. It is really annoying to hear." Guo Jiahuan scanned the scribes in the city and took a sip of wine.
, shook his head disdainfully.
Just as they were discussing, there was a creak and the city gate slowly opened.
I saw the queen of saints, Kong Rong, slowly walking out of the city on horseback and with his troops under the attention of all the officials in the city.
Behind him were two generals.
The man on the left, wearing a black robe of iron armor, holding a hammer in his hand, with a complicated expression between his eyebrows, seemed to be worried, he was Wu Anguo.
The man on the right, wearing red armor and red robes, holding a spear in his hand, an iron bow hanging from his saddle, and carrying two halberds on his back, has a majestic appearance. He is none other than Donglai Taishi Ci.
Pan Feng stared at Kong Rong coldly and activated the system in his mind to detect information on it.
[Kong Rong, eighth-grade counselor, the data is as follows]
【Force:59】
[Intelligence: 89]
【Commander:69】
【Governance:80】
[Attributes: Holy Way - after the saint, the spirit and bones are left behind. Those who possess this attribute will have a bewitching mentality toward people who share the same path and enhance their favorability. ]
Chapter completed!