Niu Pan from Zhenguo Duke's Mansion was not happy when he heard this and suppressed the other party's voice with his loud voice.
"Uncle Yongfeng is a martial lord personally conferred by His Majesty. How can he join your team? He is a descendant of the Ningrong Jia family, a serious descendant of Rongguo, and of course he is of our military lineage."
A pair of eyes were as wide as copper bells. With the recklessness of a calf, he pushed through the people in front of him and stretched out his hand, intending to pull Jia Cong into the ranks of warriors.
"Hey, hey, hey, brother Niu Niu, don't worry, don't..."
"Brother Niu Niu, calm down, calm down!"
Hearing the sound, the literary youths all moved out of the way, and a 17 or 18-year-old boy in brocade clothes came out with a smile on his face and held Niu Pan's hand.
"I am He Chong, courtesy name Wenshan."
He Chong stopped Niu Pan and bowed to the two of them: "Brother Niu Niu, I'm afraid I forgot that Yongfeng Bo's edict did not say from beginning to end whether it was a military minister of Xuanli or a civil minister of Shouzheng. And... it was dignified and obedient. How come Xie Yuanlang from Tianfu is not part of our literati lineage?"
"Brother He is right. Xie Yuanlang is Mr. Qingteng's only disciple. How can Wen Kuijun's disciple not be counted among us scholars?"
"But, but..."
Niu Pan was no match for these most slippery people. He immediately blushed and didn't know how to respond.
Besides, what they said is true. People in the world not only value bloodline, but also value inheritance. Why was Jia Zhu so successful in the official circles back then? Because he had a good teacher, and his teacher was his father-in-law, Li Shouzhong, the Jiujiu of the Imperial Academy.
Mr. Jing is pitiful. With his own talent and hard work, he passed the second-level Jinshi examination, but he can't integrate into the official circle. It's not because he lacks a teacher, so he can only continue to join the martial arts circle.
But Jia Cong was different. His teacher was Liuyuan Wenkui Xu Jin Xu Qingteng, a successor of the Confucian school of the Eight Classics, the noblest among the nobles.
Even when Jia Cong himself introduced himself to a scholar, he always put his master's inheritance before his family background.
I'm Jia Cong, my tutor is Xu Qingteng...
But...
Jia Cong returned the salute to He Chong and smiled slightly: "Brother Wenshan, let's not talk about the difference between civil and military affairs for now. Can you please allow me to go to the front and talk to the saint and He Shangshu about the competition? By the way, brother Wenshan looks familiar. , I wonder what the relationship is with He Shangshu?"
He Chong smiled shyly: "It's the ancestor of our family. I just went to Beijing from my hometown in Quanzhou to study at the Imperial College this year."
"I see……"
Jia Cong cupped his hands and said, "I am very interested in Quanzhou. If Brother Wenshan is free someday, please tell me about Quanzhou."
He Chong was stunned for a moment, then responded with a smile: "That's easy to say, Jie Yuanlang, please!"
Jia Cong took the lead, and everyone moved toward the high platform.
It happened that the saint arrived at this time, and after some shouts of long live the mountain, Xia Shouzhong obeyed the saint's orders, conveyed the oral instructions, and talked about the rewards of the competition and so on.
The young people in the audience were all gearing up. Jia Cong stepped forward and bowed: "Sage Qi, I think it's boring to compete in riding and shooting. They are all dead targets and there is no way to select the real young talents..."
"oh?"
The old man was already in a hurry, and when he heard this, he knew that this boy was definitely going to cause trouble.
"It seems you have other ideas. Let's talk about it."
Jia Cong pointed to the mountains and forests in the distance. It was early in the morning and the fog had not yet cleared.
"I believe that whether you go into battle to kill the enemy or defend one side, you should have a strategy to kill the enemy and defend the territory. You might as well give it a try today to see how talented our young men in Daxia are in offense and defense. Just use that mountain forest For the battlefield, a flag is planted at the highest point of the mountain and forest. If the flag falls and the city is destroyed, civil and martial arts..."
"inappropriate!"
He Yaomin shook his head and said: "Let's not talk about the danger of wild beasts in the mountains. Compared with these young men, Uncle Yongfeng is already a veteran on the battlefield. If you lead the nephews of military generals, how can these scholars be your opponents?"
I saw Jia Cong smiling mysteriously at Wei Ruolan and others: "Who said I would lead the general's children today? I am Jia Cong, who studied under Xu Qingteng, the Liuyuan Wenkui. Today's competition, I am Jia Cong, a scholar."
ah?
Wei Ruolan and others were dumbfounded, and they were all stunned on the spot.
The old man's interest was immediately piqued by Jia Cong. He heard the hidden meaning of his words and asked: "If there is a scholar Jia Cong, then there is also a martial artist Jia Cong. Is it true that during the literary competition, you will be a martial artist?" Is Jia Cong there?"
"The saint's discerning eye is as bright as a torch. When we wait for the literary competition, I will be the descendant of Rongguo, the warrior Jia Cong!"
Jia Cong bowed and bowed, then grinned and said: "I can't help it. Who said I am the best fighter among the literati and the best poet among the warriors? Alas, it is not good to be too talented. I am so busy that I am about to burst. Already..."
Pfft~
The officials and family members on the high platform covered their mouths and laughed, and the saint was also amused by Jia Cong's "shameless" boast.
He waved his hand and said: "In that case, today you should be Jia Cong, the most capable literati. Come here, follow what our literati Jia Cong said and arrange it as soon as possible!"
…
There was no city to rely on in Tieweng Mountain, so Jia Cong could only settle for the next best thing, turning the mountain forest into a city, and a defender composed of sixty-seven scholars was responsible for the defense.
Wei Ruolan and other 40 generals' nephews and other attackers were temporarily waiting outside, preparing to attack.
The judgment of victory or defeat is very simple. Whichever side can "survive" to the end will win. During this period, the judgment of life and death will be made by the saint's personal soldier Habayashi Lang, so there is no need to worry about which side he will take.
According to Jia Cong's request, the two sides will officially start the competition in an hour. At this time, Jia Cong was leading people quickly through the mountains and forests, looking for the best defense and ambush locations.
When they reached the clearing at the highest point in the mountain forest, there was a golden dragon flag with a red background standing there.
Jia Cong and others temporarily stopped to rest while discussing countermeasures.
"I will take the lead in this competition, is that okay?"
"This is natural. After all, the scholar Jia Cong is the best among us, isn't he?"
He Chong's prestige among this group of people is quite high. He has a grandfather who is the Minister of Etiquette. He is not high enough.
Everyone was holding back their laughter and nodding their heads. Jia Cong did not blush and bowed his hands to everyone: "Then I will arrange it directly..."
Don't underestimate these nephews of civil servants. Because the sage was Emperor Wu, there were very few civil servants in the Zhao and Yuan dynasties who were not proficient in riding and archery.
The martial culture of the country still exists, and it is almost standard for scholars to carry swords when traveling. The only difference between them and the nephews of military commanders is that they have inherited the military formation method from their families. They may not lose if they fight alone, but when it comes to the battlefield, these teenagers are no match at all.
Jia Cong first arranged for several people who were good at shooting to climb a big tree in a valley not long after entering the forest.
"Remember, after shooting the arrows in your hand, regardless of whether they hit or not, immediately move along the rope and return to the flag."
Although these people felt it was inappropriate, driven by the desire to win, they still climbed up and hid in the branches of the tree.
Jia Cong then led his men to make a large number of simple traps, such as nooses and pits, near the shooter.
It was crude and rough, but in the forest full of fallen leaves, it was enough for the nephew of the general to lose more than a dozen people here.
Later, several people were arranged to set up many traps along the paths leading to the flags. This time, they were real and fake. Some of them just had to put a flag on them and write "There is a trap here". .
After all the arrangements were completed, Jia Cong took the remaining forty people back to the flag. He Chong asked puzzledly: "Uncle Yongfeng, why didn't we leave people to set up ambushes in those places? Isn't this a waste? A good chance to kill the enemy?"
Just listen to Jia Cong reply: "We suffer the loss in the head-on confrontation. Those traps are purely to mess with their mentality, so that they dare not relax all the way. By the time they arrive here cautiously, they are exhausted. We are waiting for work, and the chance of winning is at least the third year of high school. point."
Jia Cong looked at the surrounding terrain, clapped his hands and ordered: "Everyone, rest for a quarter of an hour. We are about to work. This is our real battlefield!"
…
The party attacking the mountain had originally agreed to be led by Mu Congying, but he did not have Jia Cong's prestige and could not suppress these nephews of military generals at all.
Internal strife broke out as soon as they entered the forest. In the end, Wei Ruolan, who had a steady personality, persuaded both parties and prevented the team from splitting up.
But even so, more than a dozen people violated Mu Congying's orders. This resulted in Mu Congying stumbling upon his command. Not long after, someone acted rashly despite warnings, stepped on a trap, and was hung upside down on a tree by a rope.
Whizzing……
Snap, snap, snap...
Several arrows with their arrowheads removed accurately hit the upside-down man's body, staining his body with paint. Four people from the team attacking the mountain were "killed" before they even saw the enemy's shadow.
"There are archers, take cover nearby!"
Mu Congying shouted, then quickly hid behind the big tree.
The rest of the people were also shocked for a moment and looked for a nearby bunker to hide. In the process of evading, someone else fell into the trap.
One person fell into a deep pit. If Jia Cong hadn't laid a thick layer of fallen leaves inside when setting up the trap, he would have broken his legs and feet.
The deep pit was made with the help of a naturally formed depression next to the forest trail and was very rough. As long as you are careful, you will not fall in. The man secretly cursed bad luck and wanted to climb up to return to the team, but he saw three words carved on the inner wall: You are dead!
Is this okay?
"Brother Lu, don't worry, I'll pull you up right now."
He smiled bitterly and shouted: "No need, I am a dead person now."
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Yujian is unpredictable, and the one who wants to save people "joins hands with each other" with his brother Lu.
Mu Congying pulled the bow and shot the arrow in one go, jumped out from behind the tree, raised his hand and shot an arrow straight towards the direction where the arrow had just been shot.
Snapped!
The chest of the archer in the tree was suddenly stained with paint, and the first man from the defender was killed.
"They're in the trees!"
The few people left in the tree heard the sound and were about to move away. Brother Niu Niu and others would not give them this chance. They looked around for the figure, and their arrows shot straight into the sky.
The two sides went back and forth, and after a round of shooting, the attackers were killed six people, while the defenders, taking advantage of their superior position, only lost three people, and one person successfully moved away under the cover of his companions.
Mu Congying looked at the remaining twenty-eight people, and said with a cold face: "No matter what you think in your heart, if you still want to win the competition, you must be in one place. Whoever dares to do it again, don't blame me for being rude! "
Just now, Mu Congying repeatedly warned them to be careful, but they didn't take it seriously. Now it's okay. Eleven people were "killed" just at the beginning.
The young men who had pricked their heads lowered their heads, and one of them muttered: "It's all Jia Cong's fault. The good martial arts disciple has his elbows turned outward. He really thinks that he has become a scholar by having Xu Qingteng as his teacher..."
"What about brother Cong? As a brother, I don't have any objections. How dare you talk about him?"
Baoyu got angry in a rare way, which shocked Wei Ruolan.
Everyone knows that Second Master Bao has a soft personality, but they don't know how responsible he is to the Jia family, which has become more and more serious in the past two years.
Especially after going through a storm and getting engaged to Xiangyun, this young man who had been playing for more than ten years slowly understood a truth.
No matter how fierce the quarrels between brothers are, they still have to help and protect each other when they are away from home.
Thinking that his father was embarrassed and humiliated by the Qian family in front of everyone because of him, the uncle and Brother Cong led their men to directly attack the Qian family and demolish the Dongping Prince's Mansion.
This can be done for a large house, and the same can be done for a second bedroom!
The person who was scolded by Baoyu felt so embarrassed that he was scolded by Jia Leibao. Just as he was about to retaliate, he saw the others staring at him like a fool...
"Chen Chaoshan, the people in the Duke of Qi's palace don't understand what superiority and inferiority mean? Uncle Yongfeng, are you the one who can talk about it?"
It's true that Niu Pan is a rough guy, but like his grandfather, he is an extremely talented person.
He glared at Chen Chaoshan and pointed out Jia Congyong's special identity. Then he changed the topic and raised his hand towards Mu Congying: "Brother Mu, you should make up your mind about what to do next."
Mu Congying looked at the dense forest around him and sighed: "As He Shangshu said, Uncle Yongfeng is a veteran on the battlefield. We people can only talk on paper. If we really face Uncle Yongfeng, we will lose three points if we win. Fortunately, uncle Although my subordinates are not real sergeants, we still have a chance."
Everyone nodded. The gap between people was really huge. If the rest of the people on the opposite side were not weak scholars, they would not even have the courage to continue the competition.
Mu Congying used the power and talent of the direct grandson of Prince Mu and began to assign tasks.
"Brother Niu, let's clear the road ahead with you, Brother Shi, Brother Hou, Brother Feng, Brother Wei, Brother Bao, and me at the rear. Remember, you must pay attention to the traps on both sides of the road and the trees..."
…
"Report! In the first battle, the enemy lost eleven people and our army lost three."
"Report! Another enemy soldier died next to the second trap. They are still exploring the trap and dare not move forward for a while."
"Report! The enemy has passed the trap trail and is slowly approaching the high ground!"
"Report! The enemy troops stopped at the fork in the road and seemed to be discussing a strategy to attack the mountain."
The dense forest was filled with emptiness and reality, like a giant human-devouring beast. Coupled with the traps and ambushes along the way, the team attacking the mountain was exhausted.
It seemed that there were archers hiding in the shadows of every place, but when Mu Congying led everyone to the last fork in the road to the highlands, except for the ambush they just entered the forest, they did not encounter another ambush.
Mu Congying smiled bitterly and apologized to everyone: "It's my fault. I didn't expect that Uncle Yongfeng had already seen people's hearts. This strategy of weakening the enemy was so clever."
From the moment they entered the forest to the trap and ambush, everyone fell into Jia Cong's trap.
From the beginning, Jia Cong had no intention of trembling with them outside the highlands, including the real and fake traps, which were all draining their energy.
The final battlefield should be behind this dense forest and under the dragon flag.
But this dense forest is also a defensive city wall, so it may not be easy to pass through smoothly.
Mu Congying was thinking about how to get to the dragon flag at the lowest cost, but she hesitated to make a decision.
Because he was worried that the dense forest was where Jia Cong and others were ambushed, waiting for them to rush in.
At this time, Jia Cong was taking the rest of the people, using the nearby trees and rocks, to wait condescendingly outside the dense forest.
He had no intention of fighting with the enemy in the dense forest. There were still traps in the dense forest, especially at the exit of the dense forest, where ten archers were ambushed.
"One move can be used all over the world. I guess they will never think that I would give up a good ambush place like the dense forest and plan to fight them under the dragon's banner!"
He Chong asked in confusion: "Why did Xie Yuanlang sacrifice his advantage to fight with them openly?"
The smile disappeared from Jia Cong's face, and he solemnly replied: "The previous ones were to let them understand that fighting is inseparable from using their brains. The last fight with them with open swords and guns is to let you understand that on the battlefield, there are still Let your strength speak for itself.”
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That’s it for tonight’s update, sorry it’s a bit late.
Continue tomorrow...
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