Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

"How many of you are there now?" Li Hu asked Wu Feng.

Wu Feng leaned back in his chair, thought for a moment, and said, "About four thousand, but the ones that can fight are only a little over a thousand."

Of the four thousand people, less than fifteen thousand could actually fight on the battlefield.

The rest were either women, the elderly and children, or craftsmen and scholars, who couldn't fight.

Li Hu nodded, not surprised.

He glanced outside the Hall of Righteousness. The patrolling bandits passed by the entrance, their steps orderly, but their eyes and demeanor were far inferior to those of the regular army.

"What's the situation on your end?" Wu Feng asked. "How many people can come and help?"

Li Hu withdrew his gaze, looked at him, and said seriously, "There are about 300,000 military players transferred from various places, and their strength is at least third-rate martial artists. But these people don't have armor, and their weapons are not good enough. They are fine against ordinary soldiers, but they are not very effective against some elite troops."

Wu Feng's brow twitched.

Three hundred thousand.

This number was much larger than he had expected.

He thought he'd be lucky to get tens of thousands, but he didn't expect them to transfer 300,000 directly.

"Three hundred thousand, that's quite a lot." Wu Feng paused, then asked, "What's the level?"

Li Hu said, "Most of them are around level 30 now, and there are quite a few at level 40. However, they mainly focus on martial arts training, so dealing with one or multiple soldiers is not a problem for them."

After listening, Wu Feng had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

Three hundred thousand people, at least third-rate martial artists, around level thirty.

This level of strength is enough to deal with ordinary soldiers.

"How long will it take for this group to arrive?" Wu Feng asked Li Hu.

Li Hu shook his head, his tone uncertain: "It depends on the distance. It could be three to five days, or seven or eight days. After all, they're being transferred from various places, so it takes time to assemble them."

After listening, Wu Feng tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest twice, a few thoughts swirling in his mind.

Three to five days to seven or eight days, this time is neither long nor short.

He thought for a moment, looked at Li Hu, and said, "How about this, let them gather in Yingzhou, and we'll take Yingzhou over the next few days."

Upon hearing this, Li Hu frowned, and a serious expression appeared on his face.

He leaned closer to Wu Feng, his tone becoming serious: "Taking Yingzhou won't be easy. According to our investigation, although the garrison in Yingzhou only has three thousand soldiers, they are all formidable Khitan cavalry. The generals guarding it are at least second-rate martial artists, so they won't be easy to deal with."

After listening, Wu Feng leaned back in his chair, his expression unchanged.

Three thousand Khitan cavalry, second-rate generals.

These people are not difficult to deal with; it could be said that the defense of Yingzhou City is relatively weak.

That's quite suitable for them to be their target.

He looked at Li Hu and said calmly, "I'll deal with those military officers. How about you take your men and clear out the soldiers guarding the city?"

Li Hu paused for a moment, staring at Wu Feng for two seconds, as if to confirm whether he was exaggerating.

But Wu Feng's expression was calm, and his eyes showed no fluctuation; he was speaking very seriously about this matter.

Li Hu was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

Seeing that he agreed, Wu Feng continued, "Then we'll move out tomorrow night. You all rest well in the stronghold today. We'll enter the city in batches tomorrow morning and begin our operation tonight."

Li Hu nodded, about to say something, when he suddenly remembered something and frowned again.

He glanced outside the Hall of Righteousness and lowered his voice, saying, "No problem. But, as the leader of this bandit group, it won't be easy for you to enter the city, will it? It won't be easy for the other NPCs either."

Wu Feng followed his gaze and looked outside.

Several patrolling bandits happened to pass by the entrance of the Hall of Righteousness, their green names floating above their heads.

These NPCs are displayed with names in the eyes of players, and they are either red-named or green-named monsters.

Even if you can fool other NPCs by hiding your identity, it's still a bit troublesome to fool the players.

Wu Feng withdrew his gaze, looked at Li Hu, and said casually, "I'll make the arrangements then, there shouldn't be any major problems."

Seeing that he said that, Li Hu didn't ask any more questions and nodded.

After discussing the matter to the point of exhaustion, Wu Feng stood up and called Mu Lingyun in.

Mu Lingyun walked in from outside the Hall of Righteousness, clasped his hands in a salute, and asked, "Chief, what are your orders?"

Wu Feng pointed to Li Hu and the fifty-odd people behind him: "Take them to arrange accommodations. Find a few clean, empty rooms, and prepare bedding and everything else."

Mu Lingyun responded, then turned to Li Hu and gestured for him to follow: "Gentlemen, please come with me."

Li Hu stood up, nodded to Wu Feng, and led the fifty-odd people out of the Gathering Hall with Mu Lingyun.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded into the distance, and the Hall of Righteousness fell silent.

Wu Feng stood at the door for a while, then turned around and called out to a young bandit who was passing by.

"Go to the kitchen and tell them to prepare a meal and deliver it to my little courtyard. It's for five people."

The bandit responded and turned to run away.

Wu Feng walked out of the Gathering Hall, crossed the open space, and headed towards the innermost courtyard of the village.

On the way, they passed the training ground, where Mu Lingyun was leading Li Hu and his group in arranging accommodations, pointing to a row of empty wooden houses and saying something.

Li Hu stood to the side, his gaze sweeping across the training ground. He looked at the young men practicing their horse stance and nodded slightly.

Wu Feng didn't go over to disturb them and continued walking forward.

The gate to the courtyard was open. When he went in, Li Qinglu was sitting next to the stone table, looking at several pieces of paper in her hand.

Mu Wanqing sat opposite her, a small notebook spread out in front of her, a pen in her hand, as if she was writing something down.

Azi squatted by the clump of bamboo in the corner, using a twig to write and draw on the ground while muttering to herself.

Wu Xingyun hasn't arrived yet; she's probably still in her wooden house.

"Wu Lang." Li Qinglu raised her head, a smile on her face.

Mu Wanqing also called out "Young Master".

Azi jumped up from the ground, dusted off her skirt, and called out with a grin, "Young Master!"

Wu Feng nodded, sat down on the stone bench, and glanced at Li Qinglu: "What are you looking at?"

Li Qinglu handed over a few sheets of paper: "I checked the accounts that Qian Wencai submitted today, and there are no problems."

Wu Feng took it and glanced at it. The quantities of grain, timber, stone, and iron ingots were clearly written down and listed in great detail.

He returned the paper and asked again, "Any news from Chen Wenyuan?"

Li Qinglu shook her head: "Not yet. He set off this morning to go to Liuhe Town to invite that schoolteacher, and he hasn't returned yet."

Wu Feng hummed in agreement and said nothing more.

Recruiting people can't be rushed, especially when it comes to hiring capable people; you have to be careful about the methods and approaches.

If Chen Wenyuan can't handle it, he still has Zhang Heng to send out.

Just then, footsteps came from the courtyard gate.

Wu Xingyun, dressed in white, walked in, glanced at the group, sat down at the stone table, his expression indifferent, and said nothing.

Not long after, the old chef from the kitchen came in with an assistant carrying a tray.

Braised pork belly, stewed chicken, steamed fish, stir-fried greens, cold black fungus salad, a big bowl of egg drop soup, a dish of peanuts, and a plate of braised beef.

Five bowls of rice, chopsticks set out.

The old cook bowed slightly: "Master, the dishes are ready."

Wu Feng nodded, and the old cook and his helpers left.

"Eat up." Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks.

After everyone started eating, Li Qinglu picked up a piece of fish and put it in Wu Feng's bowl before eating it herself.

Ah Zi's mouth was stuffed full, and her eyes were still scanning the table.

Mu Wanqing ate very slowly, lifting a corner of her veil.

Wu Xingyun slowly ate his porridge from his bowl.