Chapter 236: Only one general can be talented

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In the eyes of literati, King Doosan's actions were tantamount to scorning human lives, and he was using such cruel methods to train his troops in vain, just to gain the emperor's approval. Just for the sake of fame and reputation, these good men who are currently guarding southern Xinjiang are involved in strange dangers and fighting tigers in cages. How could it be done by a general who is in charge of the army in southern Xinjiang? Then a snow of remonstrances will flow into the capital. , I am afraid that the eunuch beside the emperor who picked up the memorial will feel itchy and numb, and he will go to the unpredictable emperor and softly point out what is said in the memorial.

Whether in the Qi Mausoleum or in the Qi court, there have always been more memorials from civil servants than from military attachés. It turns out that most military attachés, if they have military knowledge and important matters under their rule, usually start all the memorials when they have an audience with the emperor. They are very concise and direct, and rarely leave the court after they have been brewing for a long time. I will write another memorial later. This is probably because warriors are not good at verbal and official affairs, so they have such an unwritten habit of expressing their feelings in court.

If you were a civil servant, you may have to think about it many times in your sparsely haired mind, wishing you could break an ordinary sentence into several pieces, so that the emperor would feel that the advice is reasonable and well-founded, and the words would not be too heavy. , it is best to follow the instructions step by step, starting from the shallower to the deeper. Only then can it be regarded as a perfect memorial.

To write an admonishment on a piece of paper, the scholar can be said to have spent the past few decades studying hard. The words and sentences are written in such a way that they are like thousands of butterflies piercing flowers. They not only explain what should be said in a clear and clear way, but also have many quotations from scriptures and side arguments. As for praising saints and lamenting the lives of all people in the world, it is even more indispensable.

There was a stack of memorial papers that often contained sixteen or seventeen pages. Except for the admonitions in two or three of them, the rest were all elegant praises.

After spending so much time and effort, in the final analysis, I am still afraid that the Holy Spirit will only accept advice and not give me a blue cloud.

Among the literati in the court, except for the current Prime Minister and a few remaining people, this was always the case every time a memorial was delivered, which made many military officers despise him.

The words on the memorial paper are always heroic. In just two lines of handwriting, sometimes three or four sentences can be found, such as petitioning for the people and bringing peace to the world. Some ministers even used the pen generously and their writing power was sufficient. Running through the back of the yellow sandalwood paper, one can look at it and see this scholar who has the world in his mind, crouching at his desk and writing with tears streaming down his face. But when it was the turn of these literati to be transferred outside the capital, most of them shouted petitions for the people and helped the common people all day long, and they tried to shirk in every possible way. Each of the old ministers was old and frail, and it was really difficult to get used to the cold winter in the far north of Qiling. I beg you, Your Majesty, not to ask me to leave the capital. Even though it was hard to disobey the sacred order, these ministers had no choice but to carry dozens of cartloads of their belongings and bid farewell to the capital with tears. They could not avoid writing more misery and misery along the way, and even the frailty of spring flowers and autumn moons. It doesn't matter whether the poem is good or bad, even if there are a few extra coins, it will be praised by people in the capital.

However, the purpose is not to write poems and verses in peace and go boating in the North.

After drinking the sweet wine given by the emperor and the rice wine from the country, how could it go into my throat?

They are clearly the same minister with a wealth of knowledge and a wealth of knowledge. Only God knows why these two people can have two faces.

In this regard, Bai Zhengji said many years ago that perhaps by soaking in the ink-scented orchid, a second face of human life can take root, but it is a pity that the clear ripples are not clear, and the ink fragrance comes out but is not stained. Good poems and books will eventually produce an official who only speaks about the world.

How ironic.

But the irony lies not in General Bai's words, but in the words behind them. This is indeed the case.

Therefore, most of the civil servants in the imperial court knew how to train the Zhennan Army. In the poor mountains and rivers, if it hadn't been for the decree of the Holy One, who would have had nothing to do and go to Shidou River in southern Xinjiang to observe the military training methods of a group of rough soldiers. They had no idea what Doushan King was and what Panyun Rock was.

The roar of the tiger shook the ground, and the sand and gravel screamed at the angry wild tiger, sweeping it like a whirlwind. The iron-clad tiger claws collided, which was even more sonorous and deafening. Zhang Weilu's expression was different from that of this autumn day in southern Xinjiang. The dull and overcast weather has the same color, with no change at all.

When he was young, he often heard his father talk about the name he had been given in vain. Although most of the words were filled with anger, when it came to training in the army, his angry father could only snort from the side of his nose. , can't find any flaws.

Similarly, Zhang Weilu, who had watched the soldiers fighting tigers for a full hour, also agreed with his father's views. It can be seen at a glance that these soldiers who have just entered the cage to fight tigers do not have much experience in fighting tigers. Even when they first stepped into the cage, their faces were as white as paper ashes; after hearing the roar of the evil tiger, He couldn't stop his legs from becoming stiff and he just huddled in the corner of the cage, his whole body trembling.

But after an hour, these soldiers had begun to let go of their courage, and even began to divide their responsibilities: a few people joined forces to resist the tiger's palm and mouth to protect the vital points, while the rest used their knee and wrist armor to fight back at the tiger's head. It had little effect, but the big insect in the cage was no longer as smooth and unhindered as it was before.

Although the soldiers looked timid and frightened at first, Zhang Weilu himself did not feel that this training method was too harsh. Compared with the disciples in Wuxi Valley who cracked their arm bones and even bruised all the meridians when practicing fists and palms. Eighty-nine times, the so-called King of Doosan, whose backbone was broken, was just a small scene.

Among all things in the market, it is still difficult for people to practice, let alone soldiers and Taoists. Even if they practice hard, they may lose their lives. Not to mention that they neglect to work hard and owe too many debts. In the future, the battlefield and the rivers and lakes will definitely meet. Two ugly men, each wearing black and white, came to the door one by one.

Although his eyes were staring straight into the cage, Zhang Weilu's mind was not stopping for a moment.

Warriors who can defeat tigers on their own are not without traces in the world, but they are still rare. After all, with the physical strength of ordinary people, it is somewhat foolish to dream of defeating tigers; but with a dozen ordinary soldiers and With the iron armor on his body, he can defeat the evil tiger with weak attacks and strong attacks. This is a waste of his ability.

All the talents of a general can only be obtained by one person.

If you want to fight, you must be brave first; if you want to win, you must first make strategies. The opening sentence of Shao Zhao's Art of War is exactly the same as losing oneself in vain, which is generally the same.

"This plan of King Dou Shan is very clever, and it coincides with the secret code of military strategists. This junior has read this book in the past few years, and it seems to be similar to this military training method. I wonder if the general has ever seen Shao Shu's book on the art of war?"

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Weilu finally spoke first and looked at Bai Qingji, who was sitting firmly beside him.

"In my half-life as a soldier, I have read numerous military books by famous masters. Later, even I couldn't distinguish the descriptions in the books. I could only vaguely guide my troops and form formations based on intuition. What exactly is Shaojiao's Art of War? Even I, the general, couldn't remember it. Cleared up." For an hour, Bai Zhengji's face was not as peaceful as Zhang Weilu's. During this period, he frowned many times, as if he was quite dissatisfied with the performance of more than a dozen soldiers fighting tigers. After hearing Zhang Weilu's inquiry, he relaxed his brows. replied.

Zhang Weilu smiled and leaned slightly towards the back of the chair, "There is a saying among juniors, Tao and Dharma are forgotten together, which is the state of transformation. Just by being a general, a general is already extraordinary."