Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

In the end, the army gradually retreated under the leadership of Ning Fan.

After chasing for more than a hundred miles, the rebels finally had no choice but to head towards the Yellow Sea again, perhaps because they had no more food and grass.

"Your Highness, I am really convinced by you. You can't even resist taking action on such a good opportunity."

Chen Yuanqing let out a long breath.

Ning Fan wanted to remind his proud disciple, so he said: "When you do something, you must first look at the consequences! If we attack at this time, it will be defeated with one blow! But have you ever thought about it, once the rebels are defeated, we are sure Kill them all?"

Chen Yuanqing realized something: "Unless our number is dozens of times that of the enemy, we may not be able to do it."

"That's right. When the time comes, you will naturally have the opportunity to make meritorious deeds."

Ning Fan smiled.

In the past few days, Ning Fan's strategy was to chase the enemy while we ran, and to retreat while the enemy advanced. In short, he used tricks to torture the rebels almost crazy.

Later, the rebels simply gave up, ignored Ning Fan, and headed straight for the Yellow Sea.

"It seems that the enemy doesn't take the tens of thousands of us seriously. They probably think that numerical superiority can determine the outcome of the war. In fact, they are too naive!"

Ning Fan sneered.

In the wilderness at night, the soldiers set up tents.

Ning Fan was sitting cross-legged in the Chinese army's tent, conducting sand table exercises with more than a dozen staff officers.

In fact, it is not so much a deduction as it is Ning Fan teaching on the spot.

These staff officers are all students from the martial arts hall and have little practical experience. They still need to be refined bit by bit before they can slowly become effective.

Ning Fan pointed to the position of the Yellow Sea in the sand table with a stick and said: "Look at the topography of the Yellow Sea. It is surrounded by water on three sides. It is an isolated island. Once you enter this place, you are entering a pocket."

"Your Highness, if the rebels take over the Yellow Sea and hold on to it, we will have a headache."

A staff officer said boldly.

Ning Fan nodded: "There are many miracles in this world, and I cannot rule out this possibility! But I think this possibility is completely non-existent!"

"Why? The possibility is low, but that doesn't mean there isn't one, right? And the rebels have close to 200,000 people. Even if they lose a lot of lives, they can still defeat Huanghai City!"

Someone said unconvinced.

Ning Fan smiled: "If it were our Dragon Scale Army, the Yellow Sea would be broken within one day! But the rebels are different. Don't forget, although they have close to two hundred thousand, they are not of the same mind!"

"The current rebel army is composed of three groups of bandits. They are constrained by each other and have serious internal conflicts. It is impossible for these people to break the strong city of Yellow Sea together."

After some explanation, everyone was dubious.

There was only one person who remained silent, and that person was Chen Yuanqing.

Because he had suffered too many losses for not believing in Ning Fan, Chen Yuanqing was obedient this time and sneered in his heart. It was only a matter of time before these young boys who dared to question King Qing would be slapped in the face.

If the distance is too close, the rebels will feel dangerous and cannot attack the city with all their strength.

The distance is too far and it is impossible to effectively contain the rebels.

Ning Fan searched for a long time on the map and finally spotted a very wonderful place.

"Wonderful, wonderful beyond words!"

Ning Fan's eyes were fixed on a place called Taisong.

This place is more than a hundred miles away from the Yellow Sea, but it is just upstream. It only takes half a day to go down the river to the Yellow Sea.

This distance, this place, is like a bow, which will shoot the arrow into the enemy's heart at any time.

During the few days he was stationed in Taisong, Ning Fan had to do fishing every day. If he had time, he would sit by the sand table in a daze.

This habit also affects the people around you in a subtle way.

The staff officers and Chen Yuanqing gradually developed the habit of thinking, and they slowly extended the time they spent thinking about things with their brains.

During these two days, the soldiers were not idle. They were busy cutting down trees and making rafts.

According to Ning Fan, the raft was prepared for going down the river.

On the afternoon of the third day, Chen Yuanqing finally couldn't help but came to the door.

"Your Highness, news from the scouts at the front has come back. The rebels have indeed suffered a heavy loss and their morale is low. Is now our chance to take action?"

"As long as five thousand people are sent to guard Shahekou, none of these grandsons can escape."

Chen Yuanqing was sharpening his knife with murderous intent.

Ning Fan nodded and said: "Go, you can go."

Chen Yuanqing did not expect Ning Fan's attitude to be so casual: "Your Highness, do you really agree?"

"Yes, I agree with you to die!"

"That brain of yours is of no use, why not just let it be chopped off."

Ning Fan said coldly.

One sentence directly rendered Chen Yuanqing speechless.

Standing there awkwardly, it was impossible to leave or stay.

"I said, you have to use your brain when doing things, why are you still making mistakes?"

Ning Fan's mood for fishing was completely gone.

Chen Yuanqing was startled and quickly knelt on the ground: "Your Highness, I am naturally stupid. I really don't know where I went wrong."

"You have blocked the mouth of Shahe River, and the rebels have no hope of escaping. Aren't they going to fight for you? You just want to die, and you have to drag in five thousand good men?"

Ning Fan said indifferently.

Chen Yuanqing broke into a cold sweat and stuttered: "Your Highness, I was wrong... Please tell me what I should do."

Ning Fan looked at Chen Yuanqing calmly: "As a commander, you must not make mistakes. Any decision needs to be carefully considered! Otherwise, you will be a vicious beast that kills your own people."

Chen Yuanqing was silent, his face full of annoyance. At this time, he finally knew that he was wrong.

"The Shahekou is indeed a choke point, but it won't completely choke off their escape route!"

"You have blocked the mouth of the Shah River, but you have to abandon a large number of rafts in the river first. When the time comes, these people will try their best to snatch the rafts in order to escape. They will kill each other without us even having to do anything!"

Ning Fan had a sneer on his face.

what?

"Your Highness, it turns out that you built the raft not for our own use but for the rebels?"

Chen Yuanqing was completely dumbfounded.

"This just gives them a little bit of hope."

Ning Fan sneered.

Five thousand cavalry took the lead in occupying the mouth of Shahekou.

This place is like the entrance to a pocket, and Chen Yuanqing's five thousand soldiers and horses are like the ropes tying the pocket, firmly holding the rebels' throats.

When they realized that their retreat was cut off, the three leaders of the rebels immediately went into chaos.

Complaining and blaming each other.

However, they were attacked from both sides and could not concentrate on attacking the Yellow Sea. After some discussion, the rebels decided to fight back desperately, killing Ning Fan's 30,000 people first, and then attack the Yellow Sea.

Fifty thousand soldiers and horses rushed towards Chen Yuanqing, who was 5,000 strong.

But Chen Yuanqing was not in a hurry. He had dug a trap long ago and was just waiting for these people.