Sometimes a rough man is a giant ax to cut through troubles. Luo Huo, Ryukyu's most famous violent general, has long been holding back his resentment. He doesn't understand why all the people under the Prime Minister are so scheming now. Constantly calculating and calculating.
War games are played one after another, and young military cadets and experienced generals fight against each other every day. These are understandable means of training officers, but war is not a mathematics topic in college classes. If everything can be calculated, generals must What are you doing? Luo Huo can just go home and hold the baby.
"Prime Minister, I, Luo Huo, am a rough man. I have never wanted to become a wise general like Xiao Hexin or Sima Yun. I am just a knife in your hand. If you can give me a division to command in the future, that is already my ability. It’s the limit…”
"But rough people also have their own reasons for being rough. If you are willing to listen, I will say a few words. If you are not willing... I will drink this bottle of strong wine in one gulp, and then go to sleep in the corner."
Luo Huo, who was holding a whole bottle of rum, actually used this weird way to threaten Xiao Letian. How could he refuse? Seeing that the prime minister didn't shake his head, Luo Huo raised his head and took a big sip, then picked up a piece of ice from the ice bucket. He chewed it loudly.
"In war, people have to die, in war, money has to be spent, in war, there have to be winners and losers... This is a matter of course, but in the past two years, I have found more and more that we have all changed."
"Xiao Hexin has changed, Sima Yun has changed, Wang Huaiyuan has changed, and Prime Minister you have also changed... Even Mr. Long is willing to watch the students push around on the sand table when he is fine. Any action is not calculated in advance. It won’t be finished after twenty or thirty times…”
"Is this still a war? If people all believe in deductions and calculations, what else do you want us generals to do? Is there any miracle in the world where less can win more? In the future, there is no need to send soldiers to war between the two countries. Instead, two groups of staff are locked up in the sand table room. We will fight for three days and three days, and whoever wins in the end will have to listen to whoever says it..."
"Prime Minister, you always say that miracles are created by people, not dead things, but now you have become so timid. When you led hundreds of people to fight against the Shimadzu family, you led 100,000 Ryukyu Han people. , what have you planned, and what kind of sand table is there for you to deduce?"
"Don't forget your original intention. Prime Minister, why have you forgotten your original intention back then?" Luo Huo's righteous words made Xiao Letian and everyone present blush a little.
Yes, it has only been a few years, why have you forgotten your original intention? Opening your mouth and shutting up is just a five-year plan and a ten-year ambition. It seems that it is not finished until all the changes in the future are calculated and understood.
Luo Huo started pouring out the resentment in his stomach today under the influence of alcohol. It seemed that he had been saving these words for a long time. "I know that the Prime Minister is afraid of dead people, especially meaningless dead people. You are afraid that the victory will be in vain but the compensation will be in vain." I risked my brothers’ lives…”
"But have you ever thought about it, brothers are not afraid of death, and brothers are not afraid of failure. What brothers are afraid of is that there is no battle to fight. When the great hero in the world is not memorizing words, when Zeng Guofan is not in despair, Han Gaozu Back then, I was still the underling of the overlord. Now that I am the emperor, am I still surrounded somewhere..."
Xiao Hexin, who was next to him, quickly reminded in a low voice, "Baifengshan... Liu Bang is surrounded at Baishanshan."
"That's right." Luo Hu slapped his thigh. "Look, the emperor of Han Dynasty climbed the mountain in vain. Well, no... why is he climbing the mountain if he has nothing to do? What does climbing have to do with defeat..."
Everyone had a dark look on their faces, and Xiao Letian quickly changed the subject, "Go on, Luo Huo, go on, I understand the example you gave, go on..."
"Hey... I mean the same thing after all. Sir, please don't always talk about ten years, being depressed, or saying that the more you calculate, the more you win. In this war, you have to lose and win. What should you be afraid of if you lose? Knock out your teeth and swallow the blood, then rush forward and continue beating."
"It doesn't matter if the enemy is strong. If one thousand people are not enough, I will use ten thousand people. If one hundred thousand people are not enough, I will use one million people... As long as your future goals are correct, sir, there is nothing to be afraid of."
With a bang, Luo Huo actually broke the bottom of the wine bottle. "Didn't you say it in the classroom earlier? Europeans started the Age of Discovery and just explored the sea for more than two hundred years. They died. There are countless people, and there are constant wars between European countries, and their strength is only born of dead people..."
"Now if we want to surpass others, we have to be prepared to die more people. If we don't die, how can we have the harmonious world you mentioned?"
The words woke up the dreamer. Xiao Letian and the people around him were all stunned. When had they ever heard Luo Huo say such direct words to people's hearts? If these warnings were like sharp blades, they could cut off the messy weeds in people's hearts and see the bloody... heart.
Xiao Letian is also weak. Although he has the forward thinking and the golden finger of historical insight brought by the time traveler, he also brings the weakness and womanly kindness that are common in the hearts of later generations.
Precisely because he knew how difficult China's rise was, and precisely because he knew how many lives had been lost on that altar, the pressure in his heart remained unchanged.
The ignorant have no fear. This sentence must be reasonable. The natives like Luo Huo and Xiao Hexin who grew up in the late Qing Dynasty did not have the psychological baggage of Xiao Letian at all. If it's too much, the worst thing is to just cry and start again.
Only Xiao Letian is different. He is like a warrior who has tied his hands and feet to fight. The rope is love, a heartfelt love for this nation. He really does not want China to repeat the painful and bloody rise of the past.
Human life is not a number in a computer game. It is a living person with parents, wives, children, and friends. They have their own lives and their own ideals. No one is willing to sacrifice themselves on the altar of flesh and blood. It is up to them to survive. The most humble ideal.
That's why Xiao Letian will play war games again and again. Every decision he makes must be overturned and reconstructed countless times. He has to simulate hundreds of opponent's attack styles and find ways to crack them.
He was so tired and under so much pressure that Xiao Letian even felt that he was likely to end up like Zhuge Liang in the future, that is, dying of exhaustion and exhausting all his efforts.
But what Luo Huo said today made Xiao Letian face to face with his biggest weakness or scar. His bloody heart was beating right in front of his eyes. Whether he could have an epiphany and break through the past could really only depend on him.
Looking down at his own hands, Xiao Letian shed two hot tears and lamented in his heart, "You were originally a pair of scholar's hands typing on the keyboard in the writing room. How come you have turned into bloody butcher's hands? Wherever the long knife is pointed, How many lives are you going to take away..." This book was first published from, be the first to read the authentic content!
