Chapter 357: Becoming Famous

Just as Zhu Huaizhen instructed, slowly wear down the Southern Yan army.

Feng Tumi thought of many ways, even while eating and sleeping.

The Taoyao Army was divided into two, with 10,000 troops used to defend the city and the other 10,000 divided into 100 small teams.

One hundred small teams, mainly targeting surprise attacks and ready to harass at any time, behave like bandits.

For example, sneaking into the red gauze tent quietly in the middle of the night and scaring the soldiers inside so much that they start shouting and fighting before they can even pull up their pants sounds like a joke.

For example, at breakfast time, cow dung was thrown in, and the stench was so strong that the soldier vomited.

For example, while they were using the toilet in large numbers, firecrackers were set off, making crackling sounds.

However, such minor skirmishes could not cause much loss of the Southern Yan army's strength.

The Taoyao soldiers defending the city all stated a fact: defending the city was difficult and they were about to give up.

Feng Tumi was very eager to go to Princess Ronghua Zhu Huaizhen for advice.

She knew that Zhu Huaizhen must have many wonderful ideas.

However, she was unwilling to rely on her prince for everything.

Besides, her prince was listening to an opera.

Feng Tumi glanced over from afar. Her prince was reclining on a black lacquered and gold-painted beauty couch surrounded by scrolls of poetry and paintings. He was fanning himself with a mahogany handle and embroidered with a pomegranate, cat and butterfly pattern. He was fanning himself with a lazy posture like a Persian cat, listening to "Peach Blossom Fan".

Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.

At this time, the scout came to report that Marshal Wu had officially issued an ultimatum.

The word is that if Jiang Cheng is willing to hand over the Prince and the Prince's concubine of Duke Dingguo's Mansion, they will turn back and not disturb Jiang Cheng.

Haha, that’s so funny. You’re willing to spit out the fat meat you’ve got.

However, the people of Jiangcheng don't know her prince, so they might be skeptical.

So Feng Tumi became anxious.

She decided to reduce the one hundred squads to ten, and have them take turns attacking Marshal Wu's camp. Each time, they had only one goal: each squad could retreat after killing a thousand men.

With such a quick victory, in less than ten days, 100,000 Southern Yan troops were killed.

When Marshal Wu regained consciousness, he was gnashing his teeth in hatred.

Therefore, Marshal Wu made a desperate move and mobilized all 200,000 Southern Yan troops for a fierce attack, leaving Feng Tumi with no chance of launching a surprise attack.

Now, the Taoyao Army has gathered 30,000 troops, and Feng Tumi is eager to test the strength of the Taoyao Army.

"Boys and girls, kill with all your might and don't look back!" Feng Tumi pulled out a red cherry spear that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Feng family, pointed it straight at the sky, and his shouts resounded throughout the entire Jiangcheng.

She is a man of great potential. She will either die in battle or become famous in one battle.

As soon as he finished speaking, the 20,000 Taoyao troops, with overwhelming force, began a relentless battle with the Southern Yan army.

This fierce battle lasted for seven days and seven nights before the winner was decided.

The tip of Feng Tumi's red cherry spear had been worn flat and round by the killing, so he had no choice but to give up. He took out a long knife from the pile of corpses and continued to chop the watermelon, never giving up.

Yes, she had to gamble on the name of the Wind God of War.

Otherwise, she doesn't deserve the surname Feng.

In the end, she did it.

Everyone knows that her name is Feng Tumi.