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Chapter 1041-1050

1041: Leading the Snake out of the Hole (2)

He talked about the trick to lure the enemy, but there was nothing in his heart.

If it is really a trick to lure the enemy, how can it be like this for half a month?

Every morning, I received a report from the scout, saying that the army of Liu Xi and Huang Song had been busy all night, and the guard was in the same mood as a steamer.

On the one hand, he told himself that this was the enemy's trick to lure them out of the cold.

On the other hand, he couldn't help but doubt--

maybe this was not a trick to lure the enemy, maybe the enemy was too arrogant?

At first, he was still very vigilant and determined.

However, as he missed the opportunity to annihilate the enemy again and again, he was not calm.

According to the information reported by the scouts, in addition to basic patrols, the Huang Song army and Liu Xi army had all the other soldiers reveling throughout the night, and there was no defense at all. If he was more courageous and took the opportunity to send troops to sneak attacks, he might have wiped out the enemy.

Even if this is the bait laid by the enemy?

They were so drunk that they had no room to fight. If they led a sneak attack, Liu Xi would just shoot himself in the foot!

Faced with the difficulty of choice, the guard general of Han Chang was hesitating, and could only watch the bonfire of the enemy camp brightly.

Jiang Pengji and Huang Song expected to be suspicious and would not send troops easily.

In order to act more like it, let the soldiers relax and spend a good year. The first days were really crazy.

"Oh-it's the day of the happy and happy match gods -"

Feng Zhen was wearing a lacquered sarong crown and a tall crown. He was originally a formal attire. However, this man had a loose waist and a slanted skirt, revealing a thin collarbone and a small clavicle. Half a chest. He relied on Pingji, sitting in a casual posture, holding a wine cup, drunk, and his cheeks flushed.

Today, the Lunar New Year's Eve, we will gather together for an annual banquet as usual.

On festive days, it is natural to wear formal clothes, even Feng Zhen, the prodigal son, took out the box-press clothes that hadn't been worn several times.

"If every day is New Year's Day, what regrets in life?"

Feng Zhen sighed, a pair of peach blossom eyes filled with water vapor, it seemed that there was brilliance circulating.

Feng Jin frowned and warned Feng Jin in a low voice.

"Han Changguan can't help it. I guess there will be actions in a while. You will be somewhat restrained."

Feng Jin really looked down on this unruly colleague who used his life for death at first, but now he has let it go. .

Just beg him not to make jokes at the annual banquet.

Feng Jin also wears Eguan Bo belt, but he and Feng Zhen have two completely different styles.

If Feng is really a slutty scholar who indulges in the wild, Feng Jin is a courteous, full-fledged gentleman of Duanfang.

The former is casual even in sitting posture, while the latter is meticulously combing the hair.

"Nianyan-hiccup!" Feng Zhen burped alcohol, drunk and authentic, "Didn't the lord say to be casual and not restrained?"