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  The stars and moon are in the sky, there is no cloud for thousands of miles, tomorrow will be a rare good weather.

  Miao Fang stood at the entrance of the tent, gazing up at the night sky, with a triumphant smile on her face.

  The military camp under the night sky was like a smooth mirror, reflecting the starry sky, and those twinkling stars were actually piles of bonfires. Amidst the fragrance wafting through the air, pot after pot of meat stew had been cooked to perfection, and the soldiers sitting around the fires were drooling in anticipation of savoring a rare meal of meat.

  Tomorrow's battle, although Zou Fang is determined to win, he also knows that Cao Jun is not so easy to deal with. So tonight, he decided to let the soldiers have a good meal to motivate them to fight well for themselves tomorrow.

  A lone horseman came galloping from the west, in the direction of Liu Feng's camp.

  "How is it? Have you found out what the young master is doing?" Mei Fang asked hastily to the personal soldier who had just dismounted his horse.

  "General Hui, the young master has sent all the soldiers out, it seems like they are going to chop firewood overnight."

  The news brought back by Qīn Bīng made Mò Fāng feel somewhat perplexed and even a little absurd.

  He had thought that Liu Feng, this little bastard, would refuse to obey orders and that was it, but at least he would honestly reinforce the camp. Who would have thought that on the eve of the battle tomorrow, he would send the soldiers to cut some ghostly firewood.

  Chopping firewood at midnight is hilarious.

  Meng Fang lightly snorted and shook his head as he returned to the tent. He sat down, unfolded a piece of silk paper, and began writing with his brush without any hesitation.

  Mi Fang wrote two letters, one to Guan Yu, naturally to inform him of the situation and tell him that his good nephew dared to disobey orders. Mi Fang believed that with Guan Yu's temperament, when he learned that Liu Feng dared not follow his orders, Guan Yu would certainly have more resentment towards Liu Feng, who had originally opposed Liu Bei adopting Liu Feng as a son.

  This second letter was written to his brother Liu Fu. As soon as the letter was finished, a close servant came in to report that Crown Prince Liu Feng had come to request an audience.

  "This kid has finally come to apologize?" Mu Fang closed the letter, "Tell him to come in."

  A moment later, Liu Feng walked in and saw Mei Fang sitting upright with a long face, but there seemed to be a hint of complacency between his eyebrows. Liu Feng knew that he thought he had come to apologize and yield, so he would have that expression.

  Liu Feng stepped forward and cupped his hands, saying: "Uncle, I've come to ask one more thing. Is Ming Yi really planning to go into battle tomorrow?"

  "The odds are in my favor, of course I'll go to battle. What's this, Ah Feng? Are you regretting it and deciding to change your mind and follow me into battle to share some of the credit?"

  Meng Fang's self-righteousness makes Liu Feng want to laugh. What kind of meritorious service is this? Even if I beheaded Cao Pi with one sword, under such a great achievement, wouldn't you still suspect me and I would still be unable to escape the calamity of death.

  Liu Feng's mouth slightly curved upwards, and he smiled faintly: "Since Uncle has already made up his mind, I don't have anything good to advise. As for the military merit, if Uncle is confident, you can take it yourself. However, I also cannot just watch Uncle charge into battle without doing anything, so if Uncle doesn't object, tomorrow I plan to lead my troops to follow behind and provide support."

  "What's the point of cheering and supporting if it's just for a share of the profits?"

  Miao Fang thought his nephew was coming to apologize for the previous disobedience, but now hearing Liu Feng seemed to have no such intention, he felt somewhat disappointed and coldly snorted: "Do as you please."

  "I won't disturb you then, Uncle. I wish you a victorious tomorrow and great success." Liu Feng said a few words of courtesy before taking his leave.

  Seeing Liu Feng leave, Mei Fang's face turned red with anger again, and she muttered: "This kid still doesn't know what's good for him. He'll find out his mistake sooner or later."

  This night has passed in the blink of an eye.

  The next day, at dawn, Liu's army in Lushan camp was busy cooking and eating breakfast. After hastily finishing their meal, Ma Fang led his 700 soldiers out of the camp with a majestic gait. The troops marched along the westward muddy path for over a mile, where they encountered Liu Feng and his 200 soldiers who had been waiting at a fork in the road.

  "My scouts have just reported that Cao's army has set out and is now 15 miles away. Uncle, we should probably speed up our march." Liu Feng reminded with a smile.

  Seeing Liu Feng's polite expression, Zou Fang always felt that something was not quite right, but he couldn't think of what it was for a moment.

  "This I naturally know, no need to remind me. Let's go!" Fang Gao shouted loudly, mounted his horse and galloped away.

  As he watched the 700 soldiers trudge along the muddy road, until they became a black speck at the end of the long road, Ma Chao finally spoke up: "Young Master, it's about time. We should start making arrangements too."

  Liu Feng took a deep breath, his eyes cold and sharp as a blade, and nodded slightly: "Then let's begin, I hope our plan will work."

  "Don't worry, young master, everything is under my control." Ma Chao's face, frozen red in the chilly morning wind, revealed a confident smile.

  ……………

  At dawn, Zou Fang's troops arrived at the preconceived battlefield, which was the narrowest and muddiest section of the riverbank road, with a width of no more than forty paces from north to south.

  Meng Fang quickly completed the deployment according to the pre-arranged plan. Two hundred infantrymen held halberds in front, sealing off the entire road, while the remaining five hundred soldiers and horses all held bows and crossbows, arrayed behind the halberdiers.

  The ratio of bows to crossbows is somewhat unbalanced in theory, but this is exactly what Cao Fang takes pride in. He believes that the 1,000-strong Cao army about to engage in battle will not have more than 200 archers and crossbowmen equipped, so he can rely on the absolute advantage of the number of archers and crossbowmen, plus the muddy terrain's hindrance to the enemy's advance, to easily win this battle.

  Not long after the formation was completed, at the very front of the line, a thin black line entered the eye. As time passed, that black line continued to move towards its own camp.

  The enemy has finally appeared.

  The waves crashed against the shore, splashing water onto the faces of the soldiers who were closer to the river. As the black line in front of them drew near, everyone felt the sound of drums growing louder in their ears, an illusion created by the acceleration of their heartbeats.

  "Halberdiers ready."

  As Fang's loud shout rose, the two hundred halberdiers pointed their long-handled pikes towards the sky, and the uneven blades formed a forest of cold light flashing back and forth.

  Five hundred steps, four hundred steps, three hundred steps, two hundred steps.

  When the enemy's vague image finally appeared clearly in front of her eyes, Mei Fang's heart was suddenly struck like a whip soaked in water, and her face, which had been determined to win, turned pale instantly.

  What came towards them was not a row of enemy soldiers holding spears, but a row of giant shields that were more than one person tall. Under the dull beat of drums, it moved forward slowly like an indestructible iron wall.

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