I have been a county magistrate for ten years. My subordinates insist on giving me a yellow robe.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuan hurriedly looked at the layout in front of the sand table.

Since there was no movement at his location, Ning Fei did the same and did not send any troops in that direction.

Jiang Yuan took a deep breath, picked up three small flags, and stuck them on the sand table without hesitation.

Then he picked up three small flags again, forming a cross attack with the previous three flags.

The messenger next to him immediately passed the message on. At this time, Mu Songfeng, who had been paying attention to the situation on the sand table, looked at Jiang Yuan in surprise.

Six thousand troops, interspersed and intertwined, just to trap the three flags on Ning Fei's sand table. This is not worth it no matter how you look at it.

However, before Mu Songfeng could speak, Jiang Yuan dropped five small flags again.

In an instant, Mu Songfeng suddenly realized that Jiang Yuan's previous six small flags formed a small flag, trapping Ning Fei's troops in it, and then dispatching troops, there would be a high probability of annihilating the enemy army.

"Interesting." Mu Songfeng muttered to himself and no longer paid attention to Jiang Yuan. Even though the other party used too many tactics, this method of operation would not really cause any disadvantages.

Soon, as both sides deployed more and more troops, the flags on the sand table became jagged and the situation became confusing.

The other four were still fighting the enemy wholeheartedly, trying to keep up with Mu Songfeng's arrangements in the center. Compared to them, Jiang Yuan seemed extremely cunning.

The flag in his hand was controlled by Jiang Yuan in a disorderly manner. Sometimes it rushed forward, sometimes it retreated several miles. It was a complete mess.

But Jiang Yuan never gets tired of it and can remember it extremely clearly.

If there is an advantage, take it; if there is no advantage, run away; if you can win, fight; if you can't win, run away. Whenever the enemy has more people, Jiang Yuan will run away immediately; when the enemy has fewer people, Jiang Yuan will send people to press forward.

Gradually, as time passed, both sides had deployed all their troops except for the cards in their hands.

In the end, after a day and a night of fighting, there was still no sign of a winner on the sand table.

In front of the entire sand table, except for Jiang Yuan who still had a flag in his hand, the others could only move the existing small flags on the sand table.

Mu Songfeng glanced at Jiang Yuan. Up to now, there were still more than forty of the fifty small flags left in Jiang Yuan's hand.

Among them, the 3,000 cavalry representing Taiping County have not yet taken action. This is simply outrageous.

What's even more outrageous is that Jiang Yuan wiped out as many as twenty local flags.

Although they lost a few thousand people, they wiped out more than 20,000 local troops on such a large battlefield. This was definitely a local victory.

"Is this really the first time that Lord Jiang is conducting a sand table simulation?" Mu Songfeng couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it's the first time." Jiang Yuan said without raising his head. At this time, on the sand table in front of Jiang Yuan, the three enemy flags had been completely surrounded.

Although the enemy's five small flags were advancing rapidly, Jiang Yuan had already raised the flag representing Taiping County's 3,000 cavalry.

Three thousand cavalry versus three thousand infantry, this gap is almost unnecessary to consider.

In the end, before the arrival of the five local flags, Jiang Yuan killed two of them and turned around and ran away without any further entanglement.

Mu Songfeng smiled bitterly. This style of play was simply shameless. It was also the opponent's misfortune to encounter such an opponent.

After a day and night of exhaustion, Mu Songfeng seemed a little tired. The small flag in his hand gradually began to turn to defense. On the other side, Chen Liu and his men made the same choice and even began to withdraw their small flags.

Jiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the teacup and took a sip of water. After a day and a night of stealing and swindling, he had 50,000 soldiers and horses, and killed more than 20,000 people. The casualty ratio was 3 to 1, which was a good result.

At this time, Ning Fei was in the central army tent.

Ning Fei, sitting in front of the sand table, was still in high spirits. For a strong man in the sixth realm, enduring a whole day and night was nothing.

Qingzhu had already put down the feather fan in her hand: "General Ning, we have suffered heavy losses. If we continue fighting, I am afraid that in the end, both sides will suffer losses."

"What does the military advisor think?" Ning Fei calmly picked up the teacup.

Qingzhu hesitated for a moment and whispered, "General Ning, if we continue fighting, even if we win, I'm afraid we won't have many people left."

"If Southern Liang were to attack us directly at that time, wouldn't we lose our territory in vain?"

"It would be better to withdraw our troops now. With the troops we have, we can occupy half of the country. When our troops are strong, we can attack again."

"And we have to admit that Mu Songfeng's military command ability surpasses ours. Up to now, we've actually suffered a bit of a loss. If the general is willing to withdraw his troops, ten years from now, the general will still be young and strong, and Mu Songfeng will probably be almost dead, if not already buried."

Ning Fei looked at the situation on the sand table and finally shook his head slowly: "It's not appropriate. We have been fighting for a whole day and night. If we retreat now, we will only suffer losses."

"Won't we be at a greater disadvantage if we continue fighting?" Qingzhu said helplessly.

Ning Fei's eyes flashed with brilliance. "No, compared to Mu Songfeng, I'm much younger and a sixth-level expert. I'm already feeling a bit exhausted after commanding until now. Mu Songfeng must be even more exhausted than me."

"To be frank, commanding a large-scale battle is a life-or-death struggle. I can handle it far better than Mu Songfeng. If this battle lasts three to five days, I can still hold on."

"But what about Mu Songfeng? He's already old, and with the injuries he sustained back then, how long can he hold on?"

"But if we withdraw now, our losses will be smaller, but don't forget that Mu Songfeng will be free in the future. If he trains two apprentices, wouldn't that be even more troublesome?"

"Today I'm going to wear Mu Songfeng out on the opposite sandbox!"

After saying this, Ning Fei began to deploy his troops again.

On the battlefield, soldiers on both sides were fighting desperately. In the central military tent where no smoke could be seen, the commanders of both sides were also fighting desperately.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Inside the Daduan central army tent, the five commanders all looked exhausted.

Four days and four nights of command is a huge challenge to one's mental and physical strength.

At this time, except for Jiang Yuan, who controlled the least troops and continued to use pincer attacks to eliminate the enemy, Mu Songfeng and others had already begun to make some minor adjustments.

Judging from the sand table, the soldiers of Daduan still have a slight advantage, but this advantage is not enough to tip the balance of victory.

"It's a draw again." Chen Liu sighed.

Another General Huang breathed a sigh of relief: "It's almost done. We still have some advantages. According to past practice, Ning Fei should withdraw his troops."

The moment these words were spoken, the flags representing the enemy army on the sand table suddenly began to move, and many flags that had been hidden behind began to rush forward.

"Ning Fei's border troops are moving!" Chen Liu exclaimed.

Mu Songfeng seemed to have anticipated this and also commanded the flag to go forward.

"It's okay. It's just Ning Fei's usual tactic, and it's also a prelude to his retreat."

Chen Liu nodded. Generally speaking, when withdrawing troops, in order to avoid a complete collapse, elite troops must be sent forward to hold the line.

However, as time passed, the expressions on everyone's faces gradually became solemn.

Instead of retreating, Ning Fei controlled the army to launch a fierce counterattack. If they were not careful, he would tear a hole in their way.

Faced with this situation, Mu Songfeng and others had to concentrate on moving the small flag again.

Jiang Yuan excitedly captured two more enemy flags. Up to now, there were more than thirty small flags representing the enemy around Jiang Yuan. Thirty thousand people disappeared silently on the battlefield.

Jiang Yuan still had nearly forty flags in his hand.

"It's really weird. What does Ning Fei want to do? Does he want to fight to the death?" Chen Liu cursed as he moved the flag on the sand table.

The people on the other side were not much better off.

No one understood what Ning Fei meant. He had clearly suffered a loss, but he still insisted on continuing to suffer the loss. If he continued to fight like this, wasn't he afraid that his troops would be defeated?

No one had an answer, so everyone could only force themselves to concentrate and give orders again.

Jiang Yuan also frowned. Something was wrong.

Ning Fei is not an idiot. This is equivalent to someone holding a sword against Ning Fei. As long as he steps back, nothing will happen.

But why did Ning Fei rush forward at the risk of his life?

If this goes on, the sword will sooner or later pierce Ning Fei's heart, and it will be too late to retreat then.

Although he was confused, Jiang Yuan had no idea what to do. The other party was determined to die, so what could he do?

But soon, everyone realized that something was wrong. Ning Fei's counterattack was too fierce, and he almost put all his troops forward again.

In the end, after a busy period of work by Mu Songfeng and others, the situation returned to a state of confusion.

Mu Songfeng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, picked up a cup of tea with trembling hands, and after drinking a few sips, he finally felt better.

Among the five people in the sand table, Jiang Yuan is the most relaxed, and the one with the heaviest burden is undoubtedly Mu Songfeng. He has as many as 200,000 troops under his command, and he is also the main force fighting against Ning Fei.

The others might be able to take the opportunity to rest for a while, but Mu Songfeng had to constantly deduce and calculate in his mind.

Gradually, the sky darkened and then lightened, then lightened and then darkened again, and two days and nights passed again.

In front of the sand table, everyone looked exhausted. Jiang Yuan lay listlessly in front of the table, staring blankly at the small flag in front of him.

Ning Fei seemed to be crazy these two days. He didn't care about the losses at all and kept rushing forward, forcing them to fight desperately.

The forty small flags in Jiang Yuan's hand have now shrunk to less than twenty.

By now, Jiang Yuan was no longer able to continue commanding.

"Pour a cup of tea." Jiang Yuan's hoarse voice sounded like two stones rubbing against each other.

Finally, after seven days and seven nights of fierce attack, the battle finally came to an end. Ning Fei left behind countless corpses and led the remaining soldiers to retreat.

The moment they heard the news, the five people in front of the sand table instantly lost all their energy and collapsed on the table powerlessly.