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Wu Feng then looked at Xiong Batian.

"Xiong Batian".

Xiong Batian stood up, clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute, and said, "Present!"

"Take five thousand men and go to wipe out the nearby mountain strongholds and plunder their resources. Take down all the ones you can fight. Bring all the resources back."

Xiong Batian grinned: "Yes, Your Excellency. I guarantee I'll wipe those mountain strongholds clean."

Wu Feng nodded and looked at Zhou Tieshan.

"Zhou Tieshan".

Zhou Tieshan stood up, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Here."

"You will stay in the city with five thousand men, responsible for training new recruits and defending the city. Those who haven't yet completed their training, get them in there as soon as possible. The city's defenses cannot be relaxed; don't let anyone take advantage of the situation."

Zhou Tieshan nodded: "Yes, Your Excellency. I understand."

Wu Feng looked at Han Yufeng.

"Han Yufeng".

Han Yufeng stood up, clasped her hands in greeting, and said, "Present."

"You will also take five thousand men and attack a county town. After you capture it, occupy it and garrison it."

Han Yufeng nodded crisply: "Yes, Your Excellency."

Wu Feng finally looked at Zhang Heng.

"Zhang Heng".

Zhang Heng quickly stood up and bowed, saying, "Your subordinate is here."

"Take ten thousand men and attack a county town," Wu Feng said. "After you take it, occupy it and garrison it."

Zhang Heng was taken aback for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing across his face, but he quickly recovered and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, Your Excellency. I will do my utmost to capture the county town."

Wu Feng then turned to look at Li Hu, who was sitting in a chair.

"Li Hu, you can make arrangements for your men. Take your troops to attack the county town, and occupy and garrison it after you take it."

Li Hu nodded: "Okay, no problem."

Wu Feng glanced at everyone and continued, "This time is different from last time. Last time, we just fought and left with our stuff. This time, we need to develop our attack step by step. So after we capture a city, we need to occupy it, develop our base, and rest there."

He paused, tapping his finger twice on the table: "After attacking the smaller cities, we'll converge on the larger cities and launch a joint attack. Step by step, steadily and surely."

After listening, the group nodded in agreement.

Mu Lingyun was the first to clasp his hands in a fist salute: "Rest assured, Your Excellency, I understand."

Xiong Batian clasped his hands in a fist salute and replied, "Understood!"

Zhou Tieshan, Han Yufeng, and Zhang Heng also clasped their hands in response.

Li Hu stood up from his chair and stretched his shoulders: "Okay, it's settled then. I'll go make arrangements with my people."

Wu Feng waved his hand: "Go ahead."

The group bowed simultaneously and turned to leave.

The footsteps faded into the distance, and the front hall fell silent.

Wu Feng leaned back in his chair, preparing to get up and leave, when hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The butler walked in through the door, bowing, followed by another person.

The man was dressed in gray cloth clothes, covered in dust, and looked tired with dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept well for several days.

The steward stepped aside, pointed to the man behind him, and said, "Your Excellency, the messenger has returned."

Wu Feng stopped what he was doing and looked at the person who had come.

The messenger sent out a few days ago has finally returned.

Upon seeing Wu Feng, the man quickly stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and clasped his hands in a salute: "Your Excellency, I have returned."

Wu Feng beckoned him to stand up: "Get up and let's talk. How did things go? Why are you so late?"

The man stood up, scratched his head, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Your Excellency, after I arrived in Kaifeng, I waited a long time before receiving a reply. The Emperor has been discussing it, and I waited in Kaifeng for three days, delivering letters every day, until I finally received a reply yesterday."

He paused, then took out a letter from his pocket and handed it over with both hands: "Fortunately, I have not failed in my mission; I have received the letter."

Wu Feng took the letter and glanced at it.

The envelope was addressed to "Wu Changfeng personally," the handwriting neat and carrying a hint of officialdom.

He tore open the seal, pulled out the letter inside, unfolded it, and glanced at it.

The letter was short, containing only a few words.

After reading it, Wu Feng curled his lip.

Zhao Da really doesn't want to send out a single soldier.

The letter's meaning was clear—let him take charge and do it himself.

However, the Song Dynasty could not send troops to aid them, nor could it provide them with supplies, in order to avoid arousing the Liao Dynasty's vigilance and triggering a major war.

Anyway, he takes full responsibility for what he did.

If he loses, it will have nothing to do with the Song Dynasty. If he wins, the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun will be his fiefdom.

Wu Feng shook his head, too lazy to waste any more words with this guy.

However, now that the Song Dynasty has won a great victory in its southward campaign and has amassed wealth, most of its generals and soldiers are enjoying the pleasures of the land and the joys of victory, and are no longer willing to fight. It is normal that they are no longer able to fight.

The fact that Zhao Kuangyin replied with such a letter was already considered a courtesy; at least he didn't say that Zhao had acted without authorization and caused trouble.

He folded the letter, put it in his pocket, and looked at the soldier who had delivered the letter.

The man stood to one side, looking tired, but his back was straight.

Wu Feng waved his hand at him, then turned to the steward standing beside him: "Give him a hundred taels of silver as a reward, and let him go to rest."

The steward nodded hurriedly, "Yes, Your Excellency."

The soldier was taken aback for a moment, then his face lit up with joy, and he quickly clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Your Excellency!"

Wu Feng waved his hand.

The butler turned and left with the soldiers, their footsteps fading into the distance in the corridor.

The lobby fell silent.

Wu Feng took the letter out of his pocket, glanced at it again, and shook his head.

He held the letter close to the candlestick on the table, and the flame licked at the paper, starting to burn from one corner. The flames slowly spread, swallowing the words line by line.

The paper burned out, and the ashes fell on the table, where they were scattered by the wind.

Wu Feng dusted off his hands, turned around, and walked out of the front hall.

Walk through the corridor, around the screen wall, and head towards the backyard.

Breakfast was already laid out on the stone table in the courtyard and pavilion.

Millet porridge, steamed buns, mantou (steamed bread), steamed dumplings, several side dishes, and boiled eggs filled the table.

Wu Xingyun sat in the pavilion, leaning against a pillar, holding a bowl of porridge in his hand, slowly drinking it.

Li Qinglu was sitting next to her, picking up a steamed bun and putting it into her own bowl.

Mu Wanqing sat opposite, her veil lifted slightly as she ate her food in small bites.

Azi was lying on the table with a steamed bun stuffed in her mouth, her cheeks bulging.

When the four people saw Wu Feng enter, Li Qinglu was the first to call out, "Wu Lang."

Mu Wanqing then called out "Young Master".

Azi raised her head from the table, still chewing on a steamed bun, and mumbled "Young Master."

Wu Xingyun glanced at him and nodded.

Wu Feng walked over, sat down on the stone bench, and picked up his chopsticks.

Li Qinglu ladled a bowl of porridge for him and placed it in front of him.

Wu Feng picked up the bowl and took a sip. The porridge was still hot, but it tasted good.

He picked up a steamed bun, took a bite, chewed a few times, and swallowed it.

He picked up another side dish and ate it with the porridge.

The group ate quietly, and no one spoke.

When he had almost finished eating, Wu Feng put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a cloth, and took a sip of tea.

Li Qinglu put down her chopsticks and looked at him: "Wu Lang, what are the plans for today?"

"I'm going out for a bit later," Wu Feng said casually. "I'm going to check out the situation outside."

Li Qinglu nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Mu Wanqing whispered, "Young master, be careful."

Ah Zi looked up from her bowl, with half a bun still in her mouth, and muttered, "Young Master, come back soon."

Wu Xingyun didn't speak, but slowly drank the porridge from his bowl. He glanced at him and nodded.

Wu Feng took another sip of tea, put down the teacup, and stood up.

"Alright, you guys can eat slowly."

Several people nodded.