Wu Nian has become interested.

This is not afraid of having a bad temper, but I am afraid of not being able to do so.

It is easy to get a thousand troops, but it is hard to find a general.

Of course, loyalty is still needed. If you get a 25-year-old, Xiong Wuwo or the Mongol Yuan, Goguryeo sent spies to come and surrendered with seduction.

Then such a general is useless.

"Tell me and listen." Wu Nian let out a sigh, corrected his posture, and said seriously.

"This man's name is Feng Chong, and he is twenty-eight years old this year. He was originally a member of the Chu capital, and has been a general of the Chu capital for generations. He is good at using the big sword of the eighth sword, skilled in bowing and horses, and has the courage to be inappropriate for thousands of men. He joined the army at the age of sixteen and was appointed as the general flag."

"But ten years later he was still the chief banner. So he resigned angrily and brought his whole family to Liaodong, living in seclusion on the mountain. Because he did not have much contact with outsiders, his existence was little known."

Ding Chong said this, sighing appeared on his face. He shook his head and said, "Mo Jiang met him by chance, but because he was rude to him."

He lowered his head slightly, showing a look of repentance, as if he had recalled that unhappy time.

"Are you beaten up? Are you defeated?" Wu Nian became even more interested. Although Ding Chong, the six hundred households of the heavily armored cavalry, was inconspicuous, but he also had the combat power of a thousand men among the thousands of Han households.

Those who can defeat him must have strong martial arts skills.

"Why has he not been promoted for ten years? Is it because he has a bad temper?" Although Wu Nian was asking, his tone was firm.

"He didn't say the reason. But I also guessed that it was because he was proud and conceited and unsociable." Speaking of this, Ding Chong sighed and said with emotion: "Even if a wise ruler is in charge of the world, talented people may not stand out. What's more, the Taoist Emperor is in the Dragon Court now. Feng Chong has such a bad temper, and no matter how capable he is, he will never be promoted."

Wu Nian probably understood, and a smile appeared on his face.

Proud and conceited, and talented.

Let’s not talk about whether this man named Feng Chong has the ability to command his heavy armored cavalry. Even if he gathers it up and makes an ordinary Qianhu, it is also beneficial to Beishan Fort.

"Where is he living in seclusion?" Wu Nian stood up, twisted his waist with his hands on his hips, and asked.

"On a mountain about 32 miles southwest." Ding Chong immediately realized it, stood up and bent down to salute.

"It's still within the Jiubao area. It's good. This way the safety is guaranteed. Ding Baihu, come with me. I'll go and meet this proud and arrogant person for a while."

After Wu Nian moved his muscles and bones, he stood firm with his head held high and said calmly.

"Yes." Ding Chong bent down and prepared.

Not long after, Wu Nian took Ding Chong back to Beishan Fort, added a hundred-family personal soldiers as guards, plus large supplies and carts, etc., and headed southwest.

The next afternoon.

Wu Nian, who had walked dozens of miles of mountain road, finally arrived at the foot of Feng Chong's seclusion. He looked up at the mountain ahead and asked, "Is this mountain famous?"

"There was no name originally. Feng Chong gave him a name called Pingyang Mountain." Ding Chong shook his head and turned over and dismounted, walked forward for more than ten steps and pulled a stone tablet covered with dust for a moment, revealing the three words [Pingyang Mountain].

"The tiger falls into the sun?!" Wu Nian raised his eyebrows. Although he had not seen Feng Chong himself, he had already felt the strong smell of pretending.

What kind of personality can call the place where you live in seclusion [Pingyang].

"Going the mountain." Wu Nian turned over and dismounted, leaving behind some personal soldiers guarding the baggage cart, and took Ding Chong and some personal soldiers along the rugged path to the mountain.

When he was halfway up the mountain, Wu Nian heard the sound of water. Under Ding Chong's leadership, he walked a fork in the road and walked around the back of the mountain.

The mountain suddenly became clear, and dozens of acres of mountain fields were planted with crops. A small mountain stream flowed down from the fields, dividing the mountain fields into two halves.

In one corner, a building complex stands. You can hear the voices of people and domestic animals.

"The Feng family has been in the past, and although the family is not prosperous, there are many slaves. When Feng Chong left Chudu, he sold the land. But he left the slaves behind."

"Most of the people living here are his slaves. Many of them can play guns and sticks, and they are good soldiers."

Ding Chong turned his head and said to Wu Nian.

"Who? Oh. It turns out it's Ding Dalang. Are you here to drink with our master?" Wu Nian and his group attracted the attention of the people on the mountain. Four people came over, and one of the square-faced men smiled at Ding Chong.

The other three were full of vigilance. Although Ding Chong was an acquaintance, the others were not. Moreover, Wu Nian and others were strong in shape and had a murderous aura between their eyebrows and eyes. You could tell at a glance that it was not easy to mess with.

"It's me." Ding Chong nodded to the square-faced man, then bent down to introduce Wu Nian and said, "This is the assistant general Wu Gong. I am now a cavalry household under the tent of Wu Gong."

"I heard that there is a hero on the mountain. I, Wu Nian, have always respected heroes and come to visit me." Wu Nian said straightforwardly with his hands clasped his fists.

All four were shocked.

Now the Liaodong area, Wu Nian's name is well known.

Such a big man actually came to our Pingyang Mountain? Soon they realized something, and there was joy in their eyebrows.

This is so good.

Could it be that our master finally wants the tiger to leave Pingyang and the tiger roars in the mountains?

"It turned out to be General Wu. Our master is meditating in the pavilion. Please come with me, General." The man with square face was very enthusiastic and bent down to salute.

Another man hugged Wu Nian and turned around and walked along the path.

"It's a good job." Wu Nian said politely with his fists, and followed the square-faced man, and followed the small road to an outside of a pavilion built on a platform made of stones at the end of the road.

In the pavilion, a strong man in black sat cross-legged. The man who had just left was bent down and said something in the strong man's ear.

The strong man opened his eyes and looked at Wu Nian.

People have momentum.

The strong are unique.

When Wu Nian first met Zhang Jin, Zhang Jin praised him as a hero.

When Wu Nian looked at the strong man and greeted the strong man's gaze, he also said in his heart: "Ding Chong is not bragging, this person is really not an ordinary person."

The strong man is Feng Chong.

He had a face with a Chinese character with a dignified appearance, with a black skin and a very strong figure. His muscles supported his clothes, giving people a strong pressure.

"But is Feng Chong's hero? Below is Wu Nian, Beishan Fort. I heard about the famous hero, so I came to visit him." Wu Nian was very polite, clasped his fists and bent down.

"It turns out that you are Wu Nian, but you really have some momentum. But compared to your name as a tiger in Liaodong, it is much worse."

"It disappointed me."

Feng Chong spoke.

Ding Chong showed a look of repentance. This guy was terrified and he didn't say anything as soon as he opened his mouth. The soldiers around Wu Nian were almost irritated and pressed the handle of the knife on the spot to prepare for the move.

As soon as the general gave the order, they rushed forward and chopped Feng Chong into meat sauce.
Chapter completed!