Behind Fang Yun, a nameless scholar, stood the shadow of the most powerful
Sifang Hou in the Zhou Dynasty! Yang Hong ten years of military experience, in
front of the four Hou Fangyin, is simply floating clouds! Hooves! After a brief
silence, on the southern land, thousands of horses were silent, and countless
soldiers of Dazhou finally marched northward. As a member of the nobility, Yang
Hong is proud of his blood. He has his own pride and absolutely can't tolerate
other people's provocation. In particular, this man is the nameless scholar Fang
Yunshi! In the rumbling and violent trembling of the earth, Yang Hong's 540,000
troops, lined up, appeared on the hilltop opposite Fang Yun. Knock! —— Almost at
the same time, on the hilltops of both sides, there was a heavy drum. Two solemn
smells, roaring on the dust, soaring into the sky. Kill! ——” Like a waterfall,
on the two hills, countless military forces rushed down at the same time. The
final Armageddon of the Northwest War was repeated in the same place. Di
Huangsheng? Big Zhou Sheng? Everyone focused their eyes on the changing light
and shadow on the sand table, and their breathing became a little short. Wu
Hou's appointment was decided by the outcome of the decisive battle! "Kill!"!
——” Horses neighed and arrows rained like locusts. Like two prehistoric beasts,
two huge armies, bite together in an instant. At the moment of contact between
the two sides, the two men each lost nearly ten thousand military forces! The
head-on confrontation is entirely a contest of command ability! Fang Yun's army,
or advance or retreat, or gather or disperse,
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Hong's army, changeable, fish scale array, wild goose array, front arrow array.
All kinds of formations are on and off, constantly wielding tremendous
lethality. Both of them felt the strength of the other. On both sides of the
sand table, the bodies of the two men were as motionless as wood carvings, but
their faces showed a very dignified look. That's the expression you have when
you meet your opponent. Both of their armies suffered heavy casualties,
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valley was littered with corpses, and the corpses flowed into rivers. It was a
solemn scene. The decisive battle is finally over. Inside the Dali Temple, Rong
Ting, Li Juzheng, Zhang Muqing, and Liu Shouzheng stood up with a sigh. Fang
Yun, you lost! Beside the sand table, Yang Hong opened his eyes and showed a
sarcastic smile on his face. Where did you lose? Fang Yun also opened his eyes
and said indifferently. Fang Yun, I have to admit that you do have some skills.
I have more than five hundred thousand troops, but you have exhausted them.
However, your experience is still too poor, long before the decisive battle, I
sent an army to attack your camp. Now, your camp has been captured by me, and
you have lost! With a sneer, Yang Hong stretched out a finger and pointed to
Fang Yun's base camp on the sand table. Suddenly, Yang Hong's smile solidified,
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representing Fang Yun's main business place, empty. There is no force of Yang
Hong at all. "Hey!" Behind the screen on the left, there was a faint sigh. In
the sigh, two figures turned away, covered by the screen, unable to see the
figure. Crash! After the lobby, the bead curtain rolled, a pair of military
boots, three pairs of boots turned away one after another! Rong Ting stood up,
shook his head, and left. This is- "Yang Hong looks puzzled." Ha ha ha! ——” At
this time, Fang Yun finally burst out laughing, with endless sarcasm: "Yang
Hong, do you think you are the only one who can do this?"? Look down at your
main business! When he saw the flag representing Di Huang's army in the main
store, Yang Hong's face faded in an instant. It was like being hammered hard in
the heart, and Yang Hong stepped back a few steps. Impossible! ——” Yang Hong
opened his eyes wide and murmured. His face was as white as paper. Hum With a
brush of Fang Yun's big hand, the sand table, which had exhausted its internal
force, immediately turned into ordinary gravel and collapsed. The way to use the
art of war is to care about one mind. But all the art of war can be summed up in
one sentence: Know your enemy and know yourself, and you will win every battle!
I know everything about you, but you don't know anything about me. This
deduction, from the beginning, the result has been doomed! Yang Hong, on the art
of war, you and I are too far apart! Fang Yun finished this sentence, sneered,
and left in a huff. Behind him, Yang Hong heard this sentence and his face
turned even whiter. He clenched his fists and remained motionless. "How could
that be?!" When Fang Yun left by car, Yang Hongmeng gave a loud cry and spurted
a mouthful of blood. His body was shaking, and he had suffered serious internal
injuries. A great shame! Yang Hong couldn't stand it. He lost to a nameless
scholar in front of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty!
Physical wounds can be treated with medicine, but psychological wounds cannot be
cured. Fang Yun does not have Tao Tian's martial arts, on the contrary, Yang
Hong can pinch him to death like an ant. But it was this ant's knife that left
an indelible wound on Yang Hong! Noble birth, blood, dignity, these Yang Hong
most valued things, when Fang Yun brushed down the sand table, was severely
trampled on the ground. Hou Ye, Hou Ye. Under a cadre of Yang Hong, outside the
Dali Temple, long Hou less than Yang Hong, finally can not help but break into
the Dali Temple. When he saw Yang Hong on the ground, he couldn't help turning
pale with fright. ~ Novel Txt, Tang Chapter 99 Princess Fukang. The carriage
moved slowly, and Fang Yun leaned against the wall of the carriage, feeling that
his energy was almost overdrawn. Sand table deduction is very brain-consuming,
and Fang Yun needs to keep weighing. Brother, I finally let you out. Now, what I
can do, I have done. Later, it's up to the royal family to decide. Fang Yun
thought silently in his heart. Three hall trial, the concentration of the civil
and military officials, even Sangong and Wu Mu are present, Yang Hong's fate,
basically has been doomed. Later, it's up to the royal family to decide. After
all, the conferment of the title of Marquis Wu was in the hands of the royal
family. Unfortunately,
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order to reach the point of Wu Mu, he would not breathe at all, and it would be
good to see the military boots exposed under the curtain. Drive! The carriage
drove slowly towards the camp of the snake army. Fang Yun wanted to tell his
eldest brother the news of the three-hall trial.
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