Feng Da Sima found that he had been in ancient times for so many years, but in some places he still could not fully understand the thoughts, or the way of thinking, of ancient people.

For example, now.

Feng never thought that Sima Yi, who laid the foundation for Sima Jin and was also very influential in history, would surrender under such circumstances.

He also knew that Sima Yi would not surrender now.

But Jiang Wan, a real ancient person, was different.

He feels that big men now have a great advantage.

If Sima Yi wanted to surrender to the Han Dynasty, it would not be surprising at all.

This difference in thoughts made Feng Dasima find it quite interesting, and he even couldn't help but laugh again:

"Mr. Jiang dares to think! Think about Sima Yi. Not only is he a veteran of the Wei State, he now has 200,000 elite soldiers in his hands. He is also sitting on the land of Hebei due to the natural dangers of Taihang. How could he surrender if he had not reached a dead end?"

When Jiang Wan heard that Sima Yi was not surrendering, he had a slightly disappointed look on his face, but he quickly adjusted and smiled to himself and said:

"Yes, I was also temporarily confused and took it for granted."

He looked at Feng Dashima with some confusion:

"However, Luoyang is the old capital of the Han Dynasty, but it can also be regarded as the capital of the puppet Wei Dynasty. If Sima Yi takes the initiative to give up Luoyang, what is the difference between it and surrendering?"

Mentioning this, Feng Da Sima also put a smile on his face and said seriously:

"He can't hold it anymore, and he doesn't want to waste his troops in Luoyang, let alone lose his troops and generals when he knows he will lose."

"From this point of view, this person is determined to make a decision and is determined. He is by no means a simple person. How can he surrender easily?"

At that moment, he explained in detail Sima Yi's plan of "diversion of disaster to the east".

After Jiang Wan heard this, he couldn't help but sigh:

"I see."

Then he shook his head again:

"Even if this person is not a simple person as stated clearly, his character is too selfish and narrow-minded. Even if he can take advantage of the situation, he may not be able to last long."

"The Pseudo-Wei has used such people as ministers, and it seems that his strength has been exhausted."

Having said this, he smiled again:

"But this can be considered a blessing for the big man."

Feng Dasima nodded in agreement:

"When it comes to worldly affairs, from the small things that an individual can settle down to the establishment of a country's foundation, it is best to work down-to-earth, lay a solid foundation, and persevere in hard work to create achievements."

"As the saying goes, if the foundation is unstable, the earth will shake. If you are opportunistic, even if you can succeed for a while, it will not last long. Even if you use your strength and wisdom to delay the time, once it backfires, sooner or later it will bring disaster to future generations."

"Great kindness!" Jiang Wan showed admiration on his face, "Da Sima has such insight, why should this man be worried?"

"Although Sima Yi used cunning to gain a momentary opportunity and tried to delay the situation with his own strength and wisdom, in the face of the general situation, he was just like a clown."

Feng Dasima smiled at Jiang Wan's words.

Thinking of Sima Yi's performance in history, and then looking at his current performance, it can be said to be amazing.

But one thing hasn't changed.

That's the aristocratic nature in his heart.

When there is no profit to be gained, discard it like worn out shoes.

There are no limits when it comes to profit - and sometimes it's just for personal gain.

It just so happens that these aristocratic families control most of the social resources in the world.

It would be okay if there was peace in the world through singing and dancing, hello to you, hello to me, hello to everyone.

If we encounter a turning point in China's history, or even an existential crisis, can you count on these guys to stand up and turn the tide?

It has always been the common people who create and inherit history.

Without the support of the people, no matter how top-notch people are, they are like water without a source and a tree without roots.

Therefore, all wise and superior people know the truth that "water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it."

"Sima Yi first abandoned the garrison of Guanzhong and then abandoned the garrison of Luoyang. Although there are reasons why he had to abandon the garrison, it can also be seen that this person is probably not someone who can fight to the death for the puppet Wei."

Sima Yi may still be considered a loyal minister of Cao Wei, but this kind of loyal minister is because he still has room for choice.

Jiang Wan reminded: "Even so, I have to admit that this person is indeed intelligent. Regarding Luoyang's affairs, we should be more careful in writing to prevent fraud."

Feng Dasima smiled and said:

"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang. If Mr. Jiang doesn't say anything, I forgot that I brought something with me this time."

"I believe that after meeting Jiang Gong, he will have more confidence in Sanxing Han Dynasty."

"Oh?" Jiang Wan was indeed intrigued by Feng Da Sima's words and asked, "What is it?"

Feng Da Sima turned to the outside of the house and ordered: "Come here, bring the things up."

Soon someone came up with something.

Jiang Wan's eyes were quickly attracted by this object.

Feng Da Sima picked up the plate-shaped steel from the guard's hand, then raised his fingers and tapped on it.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Looking at Jiang Wan again:

"Mr. Jiang, can you see how this piece of fine iron is different from the fine iron you have seen in the past?"

As the general steward of the Han Dynasty, Jiang Wan is well aware of national strategic materials such as refined iron.

Therefore, he could see at a glance what was special about Feng Da Sima's fine iron: "So light?"

Feng Da Sima smiled slightly, handed the fine iron in his hand to the guard, and raised his chin to signal.

The guard understood and tied the fine iron to his chest and abdomen.

Feng Da Sima made a clang sound and pulled out the weapon he was wearing.

He raised the knife and tapped the blade lightly with his fingers.

The sword that killed the horse made a slight trembling sound, like the roar of a dragon.

"A thousand-refined sword is worth ten thousand gold, but one can be said to be more than ten gold."

Feng Da Sima stroked the blade, and the reflection of the blade reflected on his face:

"The great general Pu Yidu (also known as Pu Yuan) once used this kind of knife to split a bamboo tube filled with iron beads. It was known as the magic knife."

After saying this, Feng Da Sima raised his sword and slashed towards the guard.

Under Feng Da Sima's standard military chopping action, the blade of the sword was as sharp as a frightening dragon.

A harsh friction sound was heard, and at the same time, sparks shot out from the guard's chest and abdomen!

The Thousand Refined Zhanma Sword, which is said to cut iron like clay, actually left only a not-so-deep scratch on this piece of fine iron.

After Jiang Wan saw it clearly, his eyes widened suddenly, and he subconsciously sat up from the couch.

"Here comes the gun!"

Although the spear is a short spear, not a long spear that is more than ten feet long, the body of the spear is made of solid hardwood, and the spear head is the most suitable for assassination among the Han army.

Feng Dashima took a few steps back and took a deep breath.

Although his martial arts skills are not very good, under the supervision of General Guan all the year round, he still has considerable strength.

With a soft drink, he suddenly raised his gun and rushed forward, stabbing the guard hard.

The guard was unsteady and staggered back a few steps, but he quickly regained his balance and was unscathed. There was only a slight dent in the fine iron on his chest and abdomen.

Jiang Wan's breathing suddenly became rapid and he waved:

"Quick, bring it to me and take a closer look!"

After the guard put the fine iron piece on the couch, Jiang Wan tried to take it. As expected, it was not heavy.

At least it is already lighter than the fine iron used in the military today.

The key is that it is relatively thin. Obviously, its protective power does not depend on thickness, but on hardness and toughness.

"Wow, so solid!"

Jiang Wan looked over and over, praising:

"It's not heavy, and the protection is good. In this way, it can not only save the soldiers' physical strength, but also save their lives. Okay! Where did this thing come from?"

Feng Dashima replied:

"A few days ago, two ladies in my house, well, Mrs. Mei and Mrs. Mu, went to Jiuyuan. Didn't they come back recently? They brought me such a piece of fine iron."

According to Amei, this was a sealed experimental failure.

For building a steam engine, this thing is really unqualified.
To be continued...