Seeing that he had refuted the other party, Fan Wenjie did not want to entangle with him anymore, so he confronted Mao Wenlong: "I know that when Marshal Mao comes back, he will definitely launch another invasion of Liaodong to contain the upcoming campaign against Liaoxi by the Jiannu.

The first to bear the brunt must be our Li Shuai's territory. No matter who wins or loses in this war in the future, the people will be devastated by the war. The people living there are all Han people, how can they fight against each other?"

From Fan Wenjie's mouth, Mao Wenlong definitely got the news that Nurhaci was about to attack Liaoxi, and he felt confident in his heart, so he said to Fan Wenjie: "Back then, Nurhachi, the wild boar skin, set your jurisdiction area beside the Yalu River.

To the west of Dongjiang Town, I actually want you to be the first to be cannon fodder to block my attack, and I can only choose the direction of the attack, and it can only be with you. A war is inevitable. If you want me not to attack you,

What will you give in exchange?"

Fan Wenjie said firmly: "A plan, I will use a plan in exchange for you and my family to stop fighting, and you can still achieve your goal."

Mao Wenlong immediately became interested: "What kind of plan is so important? Can I be willing not to go to war with you?" Then he told him firmly: "The purpose of my coming back by the emperor's order is to contain Hou Jin's attack on Liaoxi.

Attack, no matter what favorable terms you promise me, I will never fail to send troops, you must know this."

Fan Wenjie said calmly: "How can I impose your mission on others? But once my plan comes out, your Dongjiang Town will benefit a lot. When the time comes, you will be able to achieve your goal and contain it."

After living together, Jin Jiannu, and at the same time, we will not fight against each other. This is a solution that has the best of both worlds. In this case, why don't you accept it?"

"Since you have said your plan so well, then you can tell me and listen to it. I would like to hear the details. If it is feasible, I will not attack you."

Fan Wenjie said hello, and then asked: "Please borrow the map to take a look."

In ancient times, maps were important military weapons. Even those who possessed and observed them privately would be punished as guilty of treason with evil intentions, which would lead to beheading. Fan Wenjie's request was frank, which showed that he really had a plan.

Mao Wenlong said to Wang Qiang beside him: "Open the map and ask Mr. Fan to observe it."

Mao Wenlong's room is actually the war room where he makes plans. On the huge wall to the north is a very detailed map of Liaodong. This was made by the detective team who spent countless lives surveying and drawing in Liaodong.

The level of detail is such that every path, every village, and even where there are wells are recorded in detail. Moreover, based on the experience brought by Mao Wenlong, this is a contour map, except for several important levels in Dongjiang Town.

Except for the characters you can watch, you will never see anyone.

Everyone walked up to the huge map. Wang Qiang used a long wooden pole to push aside the curtain covering the map, revealing the true face of the map.

Facing such a huge map, Fan Wenjie couldn't help but marveled after quickly adapting to the contour observation method: "With such a detailed and advanced map, it is already worth 100,000 soldiers."

Mao Wenlong said sadly: "For this map, our most elite detective team in Dongjiang Town lost no less than 300 experts. In my eyes, this map is blood red."

Fan Wenjie understood and sighed: "Jing Ke has no hesitation in assassinating Qin Yi. If he wants to succeed, it is inevitable to make necessary sacrifices."

Mao Wenlong changed the subject: "This map of mine is top secret. The only people who can see him are the few closest people around me. If sir's plan can indeed satisfy me, you can go with confidence. If sir's plan is just

If you mess with me, you will stay here forever."

Fan Wenjie smiled calmly, picked up the baton lying on the table, and poked it directly into Zhenjiang.

"Zhenjiang is still defended by the Xianglan Banner. There are currently one Jiale, 1,500 Jurchens, and two thousand Han troops stationed there. However, these 000 Han troops are not under our control. They are under the jurisdiction of Tong Yangxing."

Mao Long held his chin, looked at his baton, and listened to his introduction, and became even more fond of Fan Wenjie.

First, he is still a slave to the Nu Zhenzi, which shows that his heart is still with the Han Dynasty. Second, he can directly and carefully tell the truth about the enemy situation in Zhenjiang, which is exactly the same as what his detective team is investigating.

There was no hiding anything, which also showed that he did not want to protect Jiannu, and this person could cooperate.

"So what I mean is that in this attack, you still attack Zhenjiang and capture it."

Mao Wenlong asked: "Why should I do this? Is this your plan?"

Fan Wenjie answered confidently: "If my plan is so simple, how can I get you not to attack me? How can I get out of this room?"

"Then I would like to hear the details."

"Zhenjiang, for you and Jiannulong, is no longer a matter of gain or loss for a small city. It has become a flag and a symbol. After Mao Shuai visited Zhenjiang twice, this place has been the face of Jiannulong. You

Where Mao Shuai declares your existence, if you visit Zhenjiang three times, you will become famous all over the world again, and the Jiannu will fight to the death. This will definitely make the Jiannu mobilize an army to rob, and in this way you have achieved your containment

The purpose of creating a slave." Then he asked Mao Wenlong interestingly: "You attacked Zhenjiang twice and captured it. When you withdrew from Zhenjiang for the last time, I don't believe you didn't do anything at that time? So these three times you attacked Zhenjiang, you should

You can win it easily."

This question cannot be answered. When he evacuated Zhenjiang for the first time, Mao Wenlong had already planted explosives under a section of the city wall in order to easily take down Zhenjiang again.

"Although I can easily capture Zhenjiang, what will happen if Nurhaci does not call back his army to fight with me?"

"Shuai Mao asked well, this is the last plan I want to show." Fan Wenjie weighed the baton in his hand: "If he cannot mobilize the main force of Jiannu who is preparing to attack Liaoxi, then he will

From where will he mobilize his troops?" Then he directly gave the answer: "He will definitely mobilize his troops in the rear, so where will his troops come from? It can only be from the trusted places, and the trusted places will be evacuated. Mao Zedong

Handsome, your chance has come."

When he said this, he started to move his baton along the Yalu River, turning all the way to the northwest, from Uiju in North Korea to Changseong, and finally reached Manpo, where he stopped.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the baton, which was moving slowly. Everyone was thoughtful, but Mao Wenlong suddenly understood that the plan Fan Wenjie mentioned was the one Mao Wenlong had executed in history. The third year of the Apocalypse in history 9

In September, Mao Wenlong learned that Nurhachi was preparing to attack Shanhaiguan, and rushed directly to Hetuala, the lair of Jiannu, which was empty of troops. On September 13, Mao Wenlong led his troops to conquer Donggu Village. On the 16th, Mao Wenlong took away Niumao Village and Yama Village.

On the seventh day, the Hou Jin army counterattacked, Mao Wenlong withdrew his troops, and attacked Wuji Pass by the way - beheading 371 people.

This matter happened to Mao Wenlong now, because the court battle was not carried out, and now he did not think of preparing to carry out this truly amazing attack as Mao Wenlong decided to do.

After thinking about this method, he couldn't help but clapped his hands: "Sir, you are truly the best of the world. This plan is enough to exchange for my not attacking you."

Hearing such comments, everyone was puzzled. Even the three people who made the humanoid scenery came over curiously and asked.

As a result, Fan Wenjie clapped his hands and said: "Since Mao Shuai has promised not to attack us again, let Mao Shuai tell me my plan."

Mao Wenlong did his part and took the baton directly from Fan Wenjie's hand. After tapping it in Manpu City, he said: "Attract the enemy in Zhenjiang and leave the enemy's rear empty. Then I can send an elite force to quell the troops in North Korea.

Enter Manpu directly, and then take advantage of the dark night and high winds to sneak across the Yalu River, conquer Donggu Village along the way, destroy Niumao Village, and King of Hell Village, and direct the troops towards Hetuala, Nurhachi's lair.

Hetuala has always been hailed as the land of dragon prosperity by the Jurchen slaves. This is the root of the Jurchen slaves. Let alone being attacked, even being invaded is definitely not something they can bear. By then, no matter how urgently Nurhachi wants to

In order to attack western Liaoning and get the money and food they need from me to build Ningyuan City in Ming Dynasty to survive this upcoming hard winter, they must also mobilize their army to come back and besiege me. As long as I withdraw before they return, my goal will be achieved.

Now, throughout the winter, Liaoxi will spend the whole winter safely. When the spring comes next year, the flowers will bloom. After a winter of consumption without going out, coupled with the inherent drought, then in the 4th year of the Apocalypse, the slaves will definitely not be able to attack the Ming Dynasty. That's it.

In exchange for a year of peace, our Guan Ning cavalry can be trained, and Yuan Chonghuan's tortoise shell can be completed. This is the big plan proposed by Mr. Fan Wenjie." Then he asked sincerely: "Sir, I said

Is that right?"

Fan Wenjie clapped his hands and said, "Shuai Mao and I have a close sympathies." There was really a feeling of sympathy for each other.

Mao Wenlong took Fan Wenjie's hand and said, "Sir, you are a great talent, but you are a secret admirer. Why not take advantage of this opportunity and join my Fu Liao Army? Your position will be on the same level as Xu Jie's."

Mao Wenlong's promise is very profound. As soon as he came here, he became the fourth person in Dongjiang Town, along with Li Guangchun and Xu Jie. Why didn't many people feel jealous?

Fan Wenjie's eyes brightened, but then turned dim, and he said painfully: "I have an old mother who is still in the high hall, and the tombs of my ancestors are also there. Once I run away, the slaves will definitely harm my mother in the high hall, destroy my tombs, and make my ancestors uneasy."

Then his tone became firm and he said: "I am working under Li Yongfang. Although I am suspected of being a collaborator, after all, I can persuade Li Yongfang to be kind to the Han people in that area. Therefore, I think I will continue to work under Li Yongfang.

If you continue to be my dog-headed strategist, you will be more effective than here. I appreciate Marshal Mao's kindness in knowing me and meeting him."

Mao Wenlong sighed in disappointment: "When I enter the rivers and lakes, I can't help myself. This makes many capable people in the world sigh. I hope that one day, I will be able to land on the land of Liaodong and never withdraw.

Let’s work with you sir again.”

Fan Wenjie stretched out his hand and struck Mao Wenlong with his palms: "Gentleman, we will see you again soon." Then he shook off his Confucian shirt and robe and strode away gracefully.

Looking at Fan Wenjie's figure walking away gracefully, Mao Wenlong always felt that he had forgotten something. The moment Fan Wenjie's figure disappeared, Mao Wenlong couldn't help but jump: "By the way, that kid fooled him into forgetting to knock his bamboo.
Chapter completed!