Even though the weapons used in martial arts competitions are all made of wood, fighting can cause bruises and bruises.
A group of young men with bruises and swollen faces, not only did not get angry because of the previous fight, but they got along extremely harmoniously, and even the usual civil and military disputes became much less intense.
Especially the students who were studying in the Imperial College, regardless of their civil or military background, were crowded together at the same table, drinking and discussing the morning competition.
He Chong asked Mu Congying seriously about the reasons for his failure. Mu Congying did not hide his secrets and explained his opinions in detail.
"Actually, it was very difficult for us to win. Uncle Yongfeng's control over people's hearts has reached the extreme. After we encountered the first trap after entering the mountains and forests, the forty of us fell into a mental obstacle that was difficult to escape. It was too tiring. You must be prepared for possible ambush at every step you take..."
Mu Congying's words resonated with the surrounding teenagers, and they all nodded in agreement.
"No, the front is fine. After someone steps on the second trap, I even lift my feet to take a closer look to see if there are any traps under my feet."
"It would be fine if I fell into a trap earlier. The terrible thing is that no more traps were discovered. You all don't know how I got here..."
Wry laughter erupted one after another at the surrounding tables, and the members of the mountain attack seemed very depressed about this.
Early death and early rebirth, but Jia Cong had no intention of using traps or ambushes to eliminate the effective forces attacking the mountain.
His purpose is simple, try to balance the actual combat power of both sides before the decisive battle.
If you die early and are born early, you are afraid of being hung up and not allowed to die!
"Brother Wenshan, if you lose, you will lose because of your final command... Of course, this is not just Brother Wenshan's problem. It is because you did not make quick adjustments after your defense was breached. You fought independently and did not obey the unified command. This will give you This gives us the opportunity to defeat them one by one..."
Mu Congying not only told He Chong her views on the comparison, but also pointed out He Chong's personal problems: "Brother Wenshan's swordsmanship is light and suitable for fighting alone. It is easy to suffer losses if you follow the path of making big gains and making big gains.”
"Thank you, Brother Mu, for your advice. I feel it too."
He Chong was still very modest, and said with cupped hands: "I feel ashamed to say that in the past, I thought that I was both civil and military, but now I know that there is no limit to the sea of learning. I don't want to be like Zhao Kuo who talks on paper. I wonder if Brother Mu can give us a group of people who are not familiar with the military." Wu's weak scholar attends class?"
As he spoke, he extended his hand to Niu Pan, Jia Baoyu and others.
"There are also Brother Niu and Brother Jia...Brother Niu's slash almost knocked the wooden sword out of my hand. Brother Jia's arrow pierced through a poplar tree at a hundred steps without missing a hit. Can you teach me?"
Not only He Chong, but almost 70% to 80% of the civilian officials stood up to bow to the nephew of the general.
"Please give me some advice!"
This was something He Chong and others decided upon after they lost the competition.
It has nothing to do with the civil and military struggle, but the humility and unwillingness to admit defeat of these young men.
"Ah? Brother Wenshan, please get up quickly. It can't be done. It can't be done. How can this be done..."
Mu Congying and others were shocked by the actions of this group of civil servants, and they all stood up at a loss.
"Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, that is knowing."
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and Jia Cong walked slowly.
He looked at the group of young men who were asking for advice humbly, nodded with satisfaction and said: "At last, all my efforts have not been in vain..."
"Meet Uncle Yongfeng..."
"Okay, everyone, sit down, everyone, sit down."
Jia Cong took a glass of wine, raised it and said to everyone: "Everyone, drink this glass with me. Congratulations to you, and congratulations to the Great Xia!"
"Congratulations to Yongfeng Bo and congratulations to Daxia!"
After having a drink together, everyone relaxed a lot.
Jia Cong continued with everyone: "Since I left the government, I have fought against the White Lotus Sect and killed Tatars in Yanzhou and Liangzhou... What was written in the Di newspaper was quite thrilling, and it shaped me into a wise and far-reaching person. The demonic young military god. But were these wars really won by my ability alone?"
"No!"
"Actually, I am a young newcomer on the battlefield. My command is not as good as that of my personal guard commander Jia Shiyi. My logistics is not as good as that of my fellow Hubu Lu Xiaozu, Langzhong Lu. In terms of charging and fighting, I am not as good as Xue Pan who captured Yilan alive..."
"If I have any advantage, it is that I am self-aware and professional things should be left to professionals."
"A war cannot be won by one person. Whether it is military generals or civil servants, only by working together and working together can we maximize our strength."
"In this competition, I think everyone should feel your own shortcomings..."
Everyone nodded, especially He Chong and others. Sixty people defeated twenty-four people. How dare they look down on the rough guy they used to look down on.
Just listen to Jia Cong continue to say: "In that case, I will give you a task. You learn from each other, literature and martial arts, martial arts and literature. How about having a competition before the year?"
"good idea!"
"Yeah, I think we have a chance to win."
"No, no, no, I don't want to learn anything..."
Brother Niu Niu was slapped on the head as soon as he finished speaking. He was about to get angry when he heard Lao Niu's voice.
"You bastard, you don't know what's good or bad. If you miss such a good opportunity, you'll be hanging from a crooked neck tree this winter!"
Niu Jizong raised his hands to these young scholars and said: "My grandson is a fool, please bear with me. If he doesn't study seriously, you can just beat him and scold him. In the library of Zhenguo Duke's Mansion, no matter what time it is, you can enter."
…
In the eyes of the elders in the court, Young Lang's offensive and defensive battle was actually very childish.
But it happened that after this childish competition, whether it was the British Duke Zhang Yue, Niu Jizong of the Zhenguo Mansion and others, or the cabinet ministers and ministers of the six cabinet departments, they all saw the influence behind it.
Since the early Tang Dynasty, the gap between civil and military forces has become wider and wider.
There are very few people in the court who are both civil and military, as the world often calls them, otherwise the old man would not value Xu Jin so highly.
The Second Sage does not expect everyone to be able to be civilized and stable like Xu Jin, but only wants the officials in the court to perform their duties without being held back.
After all, the previous dynasty was able to use barbarians to enter China. In the final analysis, it was the group of civil servants in the former Song Dynasty who suppressed the generals to a perverted degree.
I don’t understand anything, but I also like to micro-manage and give blind orders.
The emperor heard that these young men had made a new plan and planned to compete again before the year after learning from each other. The Sacred Heart would be delighted.
Not only did he give many rewards, he also asked the old man to open a special school in the Dudu Mansion to provide convenience for this group of young men.
In the next few days, Tiewang Mountain seemed to have become a school for young men. Every day at dawn, they would ride horses to the mountains and forests to compete with each other...
Jia Cong, on the other hand, lost his relaxing time because he had to find a way to lure Master Pardon into suitable mercenaries.
"Uncle, judging from the current situation, I think the Japanese are the best, followed by the Koreans. As for the Tatars, I am not optimistic about them."
The host of the Ministry of Etiquette, Nie Chaoyi, a doctor from the Qing Dynasty Officials Division, presented the official document in his hand. Jia Cong nodded after listening to this veteran who was familiar with various vassals.
However, neither the Japanese nor the Koreans were actually among Jia Cong's first choices.
"Japan is in civil strife, and all the feudal lords have been beaten to a pulp. Even if they can scrape together ten or twenty thousand men and horses, they will probably all be scrapped together to exchange for our firearms, which is useless. As for Goryeo, huh...it's okay to scrape together enough to be used as cannon fodder. , The main force must not use Goryeo sticks, I am afraid that once the war starts, they will run faster than rabbits."
Um? It's possible for a stick to run faster than a rabbit!
Jia Cong roughly read the records of the previous negotiations between Nie Chaoyi and the envoys of each vassal, and ordered: "Mr. Nie, please continue talking to them. There is no need to give them face. We are not begging them to send troops to help, but His Majesty has decreed that they come You have to come, you have to come even if you don't come. Tell the envoys of Korea that if you dare to mention Changbai Mountain again, His Highness Prince Jing will go and 'invite' their king to come to the capital to celebrate the New Year!"
Speaking of the vassal states in Daxia, except for Ryukyu, all the others have their own agendas.
Especially Goryeo, this country is really hard to describe.
I don’t know if it was because Taizu Taizu’s country without conquest gave them the courage to dare to jump across the bottom line of the Celestial Empire again and again.
If Daxia's main focus was not on the northern and southern fronts, Prince Jing Liu Yi would have already crossed the Yalu River with his cavalry to celebrate the New Year in their royal city.
Nie Chaoyi was also very angry at the Goryeo envoy's open mouth. He responded: "I understand, what does the uncle, the main force of the mercenary army, plan to do?"
"Wait a little longer until the people who went to the Anbei Protectorate to convey the order come back..."
"Oh? Uncle, are you planning to send the cavalry from Wala... Anbei Protectorate to go south?"
Jia Cong nodded: "I have this plan, but I don't know if Aluotai knows the current affairs. Although the grassland cavalry is not very suitable for fighting in the jungles of southern Xinjiang, their combat power is definitely higher than the wastes of Japan and Goryeo. .”
"What my uncle said is that I once thought about agreeing to the Tatars' conditions, but I didn't dare to agree to the matter because I thought about the problems at the Anbei Governor's Mansion."
It can be said that Oara and Tatar restrict each other. Unless Aluotai follows Yilan and surrenders to the heaven, there will be no chance for Tatar to grow in strength.
Jia Cong wrote a warrant and handed it to Nie Chaoyi: "You continue to worry about Goryeo and Japan. When the news comes back from the Anbei Protectorate, we will see how we decide."
…
The hunt was going smoothly, and the half-month period originally planned suddenly turned out to be only three days left.
The literary competition between the teenagers is scheduled for the last day, and the saint will personally set the topic.
On the first day of winter, the first snow of this winter fell. The rain was not heavy, but it also covered Tienwang Mountain with a thin white blanket.
Jia Cong took Baoyu out of the camp and waited at the foot of Tiefeng Mountain.
Not long after, a group of cavalry appeared in the distance. The flag bearer held a flag and wrote a large letter "Jia".
Master Pardon is back!
Da da da da…
"Hush!"
The two brothers quickly stepped forward to greet him, dismounted from their horses and knelt down to kowtow: "My son (nephew) pays my respects to my father (uncle)!"
"Hahahahaha... My dear son, let me take a look, you have grown so tall!"
"Good nephew, get up. Not bad, not bad. He's darker and a lot stronger."
Although Jia She laughed, his eyes were obviously red.
Since leaving Beijing in the first month of the sixth year of Yuanyou, I haven't seen my family for nearly two years, especially the brat in front of me.
Master Pardon pinched Jia Cong's face, feeling slightly disappointed.
The good son has lost his chubby face and has the demeanor of a handsome young man.
"Father, His Majesty asked his son to come and greet you."
After being reminded by his son, Master Pardon temporarily suppressed the disappointment in his heart.
"Let's go. As a father, I will go and report to His Majesty first."
He was leaving the capital on an imperial edict. If the emperor was still in the capital, he would not even be able to return home. He would have to go to Guanyi first to see the emperor.
Fortunately, now that the Holy Master is away, everything is kept simple.
Not long after, everyone returned to the holy chariot in Tienwang Mountain. Jia She, wearing armor, handed the long sword to the Han general outside the imperial tent and walked into the tent...
"My dearest minister, please pay homage to the saint, and pay homage to your majesty. Long live, long live, long live!"
Jia She half knelt down and saluted. Liu Heng walked up to him and kindly helped him up.
"The benevolent prince is not afraid of hardships. He will only come back after two years of departure. Get up quickly. We, the monarchs and ministers, will have a good drink today and treat it as if I are here to take care of you."
"I am ashamed. It took me almost two years to defeat South Vietnam for Your Majesty. How can I have the shame to drink Your Majesty's royal wine..."
The saint was dissatisfied, not because he was dissatisfied with Jia She's failure to destroy South Vietnam, but because he was dissatisfied with Jia She's words.
"How did you kid learn such hypocritical words? You can capture half of South Vietnam with so many people. It is no worse than Feng Langju Xu. It doesn't embarrass me and your father. Okay, you all sit down, I have something to say. ask."
The old man has spoken, so naturally no one dares to disobey.
After everyone sat down, the old man first asked Jia She carefully about his experience in South Vietnam, especially his fight with Xiyi.
Jia She gave a general account of his two years of fighting in South Vietnam, focusing on three battles with the Western Yi.
"The ambitions of the Western Yi are great. They have occupied many places in Nanyang, and almost all of the three vassals in southern Xinjiang have their shadow. Moreover, the army of South Vietnam is now equipped with many firearms of the Western Yi. I think that the Western Yi will not Satisfied with Southern Xinjiang, their ultimate goal must be Daxia."
Liu Heng nodded. Jia She's opinion was exactly the same as the information sent back to the capital by the Dragon Guard secret agents.
Moreover, Jia She didn't know that Xiyi had established more than just three vassals in southern Xinjiang. The Japanese and Goryeo countries also had traces of Western Yi.
Fortunately, Xiyi's current strength around Daxia is not strong enough. The ships they sent are all merchant ships. It is said that the Western countries are currently fighting among themselves and cannot send real warships thousands of miles away for the time being. This gives Daxia Summer has plenty of time to prepare.
After listening to Jia She's report, the old man praised: "You finally lived up to my expectations and have some of the skills that I used to have."
This compliment moved Master Pardon to the point of tears. God knows how long he had been waiting for this compliment and how much he had paid for it.
His name was given by the old man, which not only gave him unparalleled honor, but also gave him tremendous pressure.
Xian Rongguo Jia Daishan, this is a mountain that is difficult to climb!
At least in the mind of the saint, it was his white moonlight cinnabar mole. He loved the house and the bird, and his requirements for Jia She were ridiculously high.
He used very few troops to attack Wei and save Zhao from thousands of miles away. Then he hammered a nail in and gradually grew stronger and resettled Jiaozhi...
If this is placed on others, it is possible to become a prince or a general. But who told him to be Jia Daishan's son?
In the old man's mind, Jia Daishan's son should achieve such results. If he fails, he should be hung on a tree in Longshou Palace and whipped with a whip.
I can barely achieve one-tenth of Daishan's ability, just fine...
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That’s it for tonight’s update. I can’t write the plot I prepared earlier. I’ll think about it tonight and see how I can adjust it. I’ll continue to update it tomorrow.
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