"Black Sand Ridge?"

Sun Chengzong muttered, turned his head to Yang Feng and said: "Marquis Jiangning, Heishaling is the only way for us to go to Shengjing, since Huang Taiji has laid a heavy army there, it seems that he wants to fight with us." ”

Yang Feng thought for a while, and suddenly smiled: "It seems that Huang Taiji has suffered many losses, and finally became smarter." ”

"Oh...... What do you mean by that? ”

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 curiously.

"Map!"

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

The map was unfolded, revealing a 100,000-to-1 map the size of a dinner table.

At the top of the map are written five bold characters on the Liaodong topographic map, and those Liaodong generals are naturally familiar with the terrain of Liaodong, and they were shocked when they saw this map.

Not only is the map well-made, but the information on it is outrageously detailed. Sharp-eyed generals even found that even villages, peaks, paths, and even wells in the village were marked.

Liaodong generals don't even dare to think about such a detailed map, but they can't even think about it on weekdays, but you can imagine the energy and cost of making such a map.

Yang Feng ignored the surprised gazes of the Liaodong generals, he swept slightly on the huge map, then pointed his finger to a place and said, "Governors, everyone, please see, this is the Black Sand Ridge.

This black sand ridge is less than 100 miles away from Shengjing, the official road passes through it, and both sides of it are all large and large hills, although the foot soldiers can completely pass, but for us who carry a large number of heavy artillery, these hills are the moats that we can't cross.

Huang Taiji calculated this, so he dared to wrestle with us here. ”

The generals fell silent, and after a while a young voice rang out.

"Dare to ask the Marquis of Jiang Ning, since Huang Taiji wants to wrestle with you, then why doesn't he fight with us in Shengjing, where the city wall is tall and generous, it was the first male city of my Ming Dynasty in Liaodong back then, isn't it better to defend there than Heishaling?"

Yang Feng looked back and found that it was only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who spoke, and he couldn't help but ask curiously: "This is ......?"

Before the young man could speak, Zu Dashou hurriedly squeezed over from behind, took the young man's hand, and smiled at Yang Feng: "Master Hou forgives me, this kid is the nephew of the last general, named Wu Sangui, and now he is the general manager of Qian. ”

"Wu Sangui ......"

I didn't think that Yang Feng was shocked when he heard this name, and looked at Wu Sangui with a strange expression for a while, before he asked again: "You are Wu Sangui?" ”

"Exactly, it's Wu Sangui?" Wu Sangui, who was frightened by Yang Feng's strange gaze, didn't dare to slack off, and quickly replied.

Zu Dashou hesitated for a moment and asked, "Master Hou, do you know the nephew of the last general?" ”

"No, no, today is the first time we met!"

Yang Feng hurriedly said that he denied it, but his heart began to move.

This is Wu Sangui, Wu Sangui, who was spurned by tens of millions of people hundreds of years later, buddy, do you want to find a chance to do him?

Seeing that Yang Feng didn't speak, his eyes were just staring at Wu Sangui, Zu Dashou was shocked in his heart.

He was also a battle-hardened veteran, and what made him feel unbelievable was that he actually saw something called killing intent on Yang Feng's body, although it was very weak, but Zu Dashou was sure that this was killing intent.

"No, Yang Feng is not the kind of narrow-minded person, how could he kill his nephew because of a word?"

Zu Dashou then felt strange, according to his understanding of Yang Feng, Yang Feng is still quite atmospheric, and his nephew is just curious to ask a question, how can he ......

Of course, Zu Dashou didn't understand, in another time and space, he and his nephew surrendered to the Manchu Qing Dynasty one after another, especially his good nephew was known as the world's number one traitor, Yang Feng didn't draw his sword on the spot and slaughtered Wu Sangui, which was already very stopping.

However, after the killing, Yang Feng also laughed in his heart, this time and space has changed a lot because of his arrival, the Qing Dynasty, which was a huge threat to the Ming Dynasty in the past, has now become a frightened bird, Wu Sangui and Zu Dashou, the uncle and nephew, may never have the opportunity to betray the Ming Dynasty again.

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

Seemingly a little embarrassed by his killing intent just now, Yang Feng smiled apologetically at Wu Sangui: "It turns out that you are General Zu's nephew, and you are indeed a young handsome." ”

If it was other young people, he would have been so happy to hear the praise of the high-ranking and powerful Marquis of Jiangning, who is now deeply trusted by the emperor, but Wu Sangui still stubbornly asked: "The Hou Ye has not yet answered the question of humility. ”

"Uncle!" Zu Dashou on the side was scared out of a cold sweat.

You are just a little Qianzong, and you dare to question Jiang Ninghou in public, don't you want to be confused?

It's just that before Zu Dashou reprimanded Wu Sangui, Yang Feng explained: "Shengjing looks stronger and more difficult to attack than Heishaling on the surface, but this time and that time.

What is the sharpest weapon of our army? There is no doubt that it is the firearm in our hands. Let's think about it, with the more than 200 artillery pieces in our hands now, if we concentrate our firepower on Shengjing City and bombard, how long do you think Shengjing City can last? ”

Hearing this, everyone also nodded their heads again and again. This time, Yang Feng brought an artillery battalion, with a total of more than 150 artillery pieces, if you add more than 60 artillery pieces carried by the Liaodong Army, if so many artillery pieces are concentrated on bombarding a point of the enemy's city wall, no matter how strong the city wall is, it will not be able to stand it.

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

"The children can be taught!"

Yang Feng smiled and nodded, with a kind look on his face,

Seeing such a situation, many people can't help but feel a little disappointed in their hearts, in recent years, Zu Dashou's power in the Liaodong Army has become more and more expanding, which naturally attracted many people to secretly resist.

Originally, seeing that Wu Sangui was so confused that he confronted him on the spot, many people were laughing at him in their hearts, and some people even bet that it would be long before Wu Sangui would be taken down and thrown into prison.

But now that the style of painting has changed, Jiang Ninghou not only did not get angry, but praised Wu Sangui, which also made many people lose their glasses.