"Heisha Ridge?"

Sun Chengzong murmured, turned his head to Yang Feng and said, "Jiangning Hou, Heisha Ridge is our only way to Shengjing. Since Huang Taiji has set up heavy troops there, it seems that he wants to have a fight with us."

Yang Feng thought about it and suddenly smiled: "It seems that Huang Taiji has suffered so many losses and finally became smarter."

"Oh...what do you say this?"

Sun Chengzong looked at Yang Feng and waited for his explanation. Not only him, but some of the generals who had just arrived also looked at Yang Feng with curious eyes.

"map!"

As soon as Yang Feng stretched out his hand, Song Ye, behind him, immediately took out a map from his bag.

Expand the map and reveal a map of 100,000 to 100,000, the same size as the dining table.

There are five bold characters in Liaodong topography above the map. The Liaodong generals were naturally familiar with the terrain of Liaodong. When they saw this map, they were shocked.

This map is not only well-made, but the information on it is outrageously detailed. The sharp-eyed generals even found that even the villages, mountains, small roads, and even whether there are any wells in the village were marked.

The Liaodong generals, let alone seeing such a detailed map, could not even think about it on weekdays. You should know that the effort and cost of making such a map can be imagined.

Yang Feng ignored the surprised gazes of the Liaodong generals. He glanced slightly on the huge map, pointed his finger to a place and said, "Sir, everyone, please see, this is Heisha Ridge.

This Heisha Ridge is less than a hundred miles away from Shengjing. The official road passes through it. Both sides of it are full of large hills. Although infantrymen can completely pass through it, for those who carry a large number of baggage artillery, these hills are natural barriers that we cannot pass through.

Huang Taiji calculated this correctly, so he dared to compete with us here."

All the generals were silent, and a young voice rang out after a while.

"I dare to ask the Marquis of Jiangning, since Huang Taiji wants to compete with you, why didn't he fight us in Shengjing? The city walls there are tall and wide, and it was the first heroic city in Liaodong that year. Isn't it better to defend there than Heisha Ridge?"

Yang Feng looked back and found that the only one who was talking was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. He couldn't help but ask curiously: "This one is..."

Before the young man could speak, Zu Dashou hurriedly squeezed from behind, grabbed the young man's hand, and apologized to Yang Feng: "Mr. Marquis forgive me. This kid is the nephew of the Mo General, named Wu Sangui, and now he is the Qianzong under the Mo General."

"Wu Sangui..."

Unexpectedly, Yang Feng was shocked when he heard this name. He looked at Wu Sangui with a strange expression for a while before he asked again quietly: "Are you Wu Sangui?"

"That's right, is Wu Sangui?" Wu Sangui, who was frightened by Yang Feng's strange gaze, did not dare to neglect and quickly answered.

Zu Dashou hesitated and asked, "Marty, do you know this nephew Mo Jiang?"

"No, today is the first time we meet!"

Yang Feng quickly called out a haha ​​and denied it, but his heart began to move.

This is Wu Sangui, who was despised by millions of people hundreds of years later. Do you want to find an opportunity to do it?

Seeing that Yang Feng was not talking and just staring at Wu Sangui, Zu Dashou was shocked.

He is also a veteran who has been through the battlefield for a long time. What he felt unbelievable was that he actually saw something called murderous intent on Yang Feng. Although it was very indifferent, Zu Dashou was sure that this was murderous intent.

"No, Yang Feng is not the kind of narrow-minded person. How could he have murderous intentions just because his nephew said something?"

Zu Dashou then felt strange. According to his understanding of Yang Feng, Yang Feng was quite generous. Besides, his nephew was just curious to ask a question, why did he...

Of course, Zu Dashou didn't understand. In another time and space, he and his nephew surrendered to the Qing Dynasty one after another, especially his good nephew, who was called the world's largest traitor. Yang Feng did not draw his sword on the spot and slaughtered Wu Sangui was considered to be very capable of stopping him.

However, after the murderous intent, Yang Feng also burst into laughter. This time and space have changed a lot because of his arrival. The Qing Dynasty, which used to pose a huge threat to the Ming Dynasty, has now become a frightened bird. Wu Sangui and Zu Dashou, the uncle and nephew, probably would never have the chance to betray the Ming Dynasty again.

Thinking of this, the murderous intent in Yang Feng's heart also dissipated.

As if he was a little embarrassed about his murderous intention just now, Yang Feng smiled at Wu Sangui apologetically: "So you are General Zu's nephew, and you are indeed a young hero."

If other young people had been happy to hear the praises of Jiang Ning Hou, who is now deeply trusted by the emperor and has a high and powerful position, he would have been so happy that his nose was bubbled out, but Wu Sangui still asked stubbornly: "The Marquis has not answered the question of humble position."

"Chang Bo!" Zu Dashou, who was standing beside him, was scared and sweated.

You are just a little Qianmao, and you dare to question Jiang Ninghou in public. Do you not want to be a mess?

But before Zu Dashou could scold Wu Sangui, Yang Feng explained: "Shengjing looks stronger and more difficult to attack than Heisha Ridge, but one time and another time.

What is the sharpest weapon of our army? There is no doubt that it is the firearm in our hands. You might as well think about it. With the more than 200 artillery we have now, if we concentrate our firepower and bombard Shengjing City, how long do you think Shengjing City can last?"

Hearing this, everyone nodded repeatedly. This time, Yang Feng brought a gun battalion, with a total of more than 150 artillery pieces. If more than 60 artillery pieces were brought by the Liaodong Army, so many artillery pieces would be concentrated on bombarding a point in the enemy's city wall, even the strong city wall would not be able to stand it.

Wu Sangui was the first to figure out this link, and he nodded thoughtfully: "So the Tartars learned their lesson this time and extended the battlefield to Heisha Ridge. With Heisha Ridge, no matter how powerful our army is, it will not be able to reach Shengjing!"

"The son can teach you!"

Yang Feng nodded with a smile, with a kind look on his face.

Seeing this situation, many people couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. In recent years, Zu Dashou's power in the Liaodong Army has been increasing, which naturally attracted many people to resist secretly.

Originally, when I saw Wu Sangui being so confused that he contradicted him on the spot, many people were laughing at the fun, and some even bets about how long it would take Wu Sangui to be taken down and thrown into prison.
Chapter completed!