"Feng Junhou is so powerful!"

Guan Ji squinted her eyes and looked at Feng Yong with a half-smile.

"As a captain who protects the Qiang, and a man who has been awarded a title for his military merits, he can so confidently say that he cannot learn military formations."

"I wonder what the thief Cao will think after hearing this?"

Feng Yongyong felt ashamed, but instead felt proud. He said shamelessly, "Isn't that right? It's bad luck for them if they meet me."

Then he coaxed his superior, "Xijun hasn't said yet whether it's feasible for the soldiers under the Protector Qiang Colonel to practice eight formations."

"The soldiers used in the Eight Formations must firstly be able to understand various military orders, and secondly, must have strict military discipline. The soldiers brought by Alang are the most suitable."

Guan Ji said this with an expression of admiration on her face, "Although Alang can't learn military formations, his military training skills are rare for others."

"On the battlefield, which general doesn't want the soldiers trained by Alang? But the price is a bit high."

When Feng Yong heard this, a look of pride appeared on his face.

"But among the troops led by A Lang, which camp should the most elite ones belong to? Has A Lang ever thought about it?"

"It's the Modao Team."

Feng Yongyong said without thinking.

Whether it is psychologically or based on the actual situation, Modao Team is Feng Yong's biggest reliance.

Of course, it is also the most expensive battalion.

The more expensive it is, the more elite it is. This sentence is a true portrayal of the army led by Feng Yong.

"But Alang, there is no Mo Dao team in the Eight Formations."

Guan Ji reminded, "If Alang wants to train the battalion of the Colonel Guarding Qiang into eight formations, he must first eliminate the Modao team. In this way, Alang will give up the most elite battalion and start over."

Guan Ji stared at Feng Yong with her beautiful eyes, her gaze revealing intelligence, "Mo Dao Team has been invincible since they went into battle. It is a unique weapon in A Lang's hands."

"With the Modao Team, even if Alang doesn't know the eight formations, he can compete with famous generals. But if Alang abandons the Modao Team for the eight formations, what will Alang do if I am no longer by his side one day?"

"Therefore, in my opinion, Alang's move is tantamount to sacrificing his strengths and taking advantage of his weaknesses, which is really inappropriate."

Feng Yong was startled after hearing Guan Ji's words, and then he woke up. It seemed that he was indeed a little too superstitious about the famous Eight Formations in history.

The Eight Formation Diagram is a strict formation, and all aspects must be closely coordinated. Although the distribution of combat power in each direction is focused, overall it is relatively balanced.

The Modao team is different. It is Feng Yong's main trump card, and other battalions fight around it.

The characteristics of these two are destined to conflict.

After being reminded of this by Guan Ji, Feng Yongyong couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, "No wonder the Prime Minister didn't say anything when he saw that I couldn't learn the Eight Formations. It turns out he had thought of this level a long time ago."

When Guan Ji heard this, she thought for a moment and nodded, "I guess that's how it should be."

Then she saw that Feng Yong looked a little uninterested, and couldn't help but comforted, "Alang doesn't have to be like this. The prime minister taught Alang the eight formations. Maybe there is another reason."

"What other reasons could there be?"

Feng Yongyong said nonchalantly.

"After all, the Modao Team is Alang's original creation. There has been no military formation like this since ancient times. The Prime Minister couldn't explain, but he just wanted Alang to learn the eight formation diagrams and see if he could improve a military formation that could match the Modao Team.

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"Huh?" Feng Yong was stunned, "This seems to make sense?"

Then he asked doubtfully, "Then why didn't the Prime Minister tell me?"

This time it was Guan Ji's turn to let out a dissatisfied "Ouch", "It's obvious at a glance that such an important weapon as the Modao Team belongs to Alang's sect. If the Prime Minister proposed it on his own initiative, wouldn't he be suspected of coveting it?"

That's not necessarily true. He is silent now, but he just can't afford it. If he waits until the big man has the capital to raise the Modao Team, I don't believe he is a gentleman.

Feng Yong said secretly in his heart.

But what Guan Ji said makes sense. The Mo Dao Team is a brand new unit for Zhuge Lao Yao.

What's more important is that he has never personally led the Mo Dao team and has little experience. I am afraid that he will not be able to deduce a special military formation for them in a short period of time.

So he taught himself military formations, and maybe he had the idea of ​​​​making two poles if there were dates but no dates.

If I can deduce a military formation suitable for the Mo Dao team based on the current military formation, then I will have achieved my goal and can also accumulate experience for the big man.

The only thing that the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty failed to estimate was probably Feng Junhou's level 12 handicap.

Feng Yong touched his chin and thought darkly in his heart, maybe the old demon Zhuge has been secretly simulating the Modao team's military formation!

"Xijun, tell me, if I write a letter to ask the Prime Minister for advice on the Modao team's military formation, will the Prime Minister teach me?"

"The Prime Minister is even willing to teach Alang the Eight Formations that he painstakingly deduced. What else is there that he doesn't want to teach?"

Guan Ji naturally didn't know Feng Yong's dark psychology, "It's just that the Prime Minister may not know what the Modao team's military formation looks like. If I really ask the Prime Minister, I'm afraid he will have to deduce it again."

A thoughtful look appeared on Guan Ji's face, "Otherwise, I'll write to my aunt and ask her if she can help."

"Excellent," Feng Yongyi clapped his hands, "I also wrote to the Prime Minister, saying that the Prime Minister and his wife could not deduce a new military formation."

"Then Alang needs to explain the shape of the Mo Dao, the fighting methods, the preparation of soldiers, armor and other things in detail to my concubine."

"No problem. It's been a long night and it's time to have a good talk with Mr. Xi."

Feng Yong was just thinking of sending a letter to Hanzhong, but Hanzhong had already sent someone to deliver a letter.

"Wenxuan's letter?"

Feng Yong held the letter with a solemn look on his face.

It's not surprising that Li Yi wrote to himself, but what's strange is that it was sealed with red paint.

It shows that there is very important content in it.

Looking at the steward of Dongfeng Express standing opposite him with his hands hanging, Feng Yong asked, "Has Wenxuan sent any message?"

"Back to Junhou, Li Langjun said, two, three, three, three."

The manager of Dongfeng Express replied respectfully.

Feng Yong nodded, "I understand, you can go down first."

After the steward left, Feng Yong took the letter and carefully observed it, and found that the red paint on the seal was indeed not damaged, and there was a complete line of 2333 symbols engraved on the seal.

After making sure that it had not been opened by anyone, Feng Yong took out his dagger and carefully opened it.

The first time he looked at it, he saw not the main text, but the number in the lower right corner, which was exactly two.

Turn to the second page again, two plus one.

On the third page, one plus one plus one.

Page four, one plus two.

They are all unique numerical symbols of Nanxiang.

The codes matched. It was a letter from Li Yi.

Because the courtyard was built temporarily and was just for Feng Yong and others to spend this winter, some specific rooms were not prepared.

For example, there is a study room specially used for discussing confidential matters.

Feng Yong took the letter and returned to his room and closed the door.

Guan Ji in the room was writing a letter. When she saw Feng Yong's solemn expression, she was shocked and thought something had happened.

"Letter from Wenxuan."

Feng Yong looked at her expression and first explained, "It's a red mark within the Xinghan Society."

As the first lady, Guan Ji naturally knows what the red mark represents.

In other words, the content of Li Yi's letter carries certain risks.

Is there anything else in the Han Dynasty that could pose a risk to Alang?

Guan Ji's heart tightened and she quickly came over.

Li Yi's letter is about the prime minister asking Feng Yong to write a letter to persuade Li Feng.

On the surface, this matter doesn't seem to be a big deal.

But in fact, according to Li Yi's view, this was already a political game involving the top figures in the Han Dynasty, and the risks should not be underestimated.

"Alang is far away in Longyou. Why would the Prime Minister involve Alang in this matter?"

Guan Ji frowned slightly.

After reading Li Yi's letter, she also disapproved of Feng Yong's involvement in this matter.

As long as Feng Yong writes to Li Feng, he will definitely offend Li Yan.

The Prime Minister is naturally not afraid of offending anyone, but that does not mean that Feng Yong is the same.

As the Central Protector, Li Yan is in charge of domestic and foreign military affairs, and he is also the auxiliary minister. Now the Prime Minister plans to let him return to Jincheng to handle all matters in the Prime Minister's Mansion. After all, he is the first person under the Prime Minister.

Offending such people is not a wise thing to do.

What's more, if we are close, we will never be distant, and a son will not complain about his father's faults.
To be continued...