When I was studying with my master, I read a lot of miscellaneous books.
From astronomy and geography, see electrician welding.
Among them is a folk rubbing that has been lost, called "Ten Rules for Strange Weapons".
This article talks about the key points of hiding soldiers in the mountains - far away from the pile of rocks, close to the river; occupying half of the slope, you can send surprise troops.
In fact, this layout is contrary to "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu.
According to common sense, the formation of troops should be in front of the river and behind the mountains. There is a block in front and a road in the back. It has both offense and defense, and can advance or retreat.
The purpose of setting up formations in the mountains and close to rivers is to hide in crises.
Stay away from the rock pile because the target is too large and easy to target.
As for Banpo, it is easier to understand. Anyone with a normal mind would not choose a position that is neither good nor bad.
What the enemy ignores is often our opportunity.
This lost ancient book is not as famous as other military arts, but it is extremely practical.
At this moment, I am particularly grateful to my master.
Soon, I divided the eight people into three groups.
The old horse knows the way, the old man is sophisticated.
Older people can help me see the six directions when I go halfway up the mountain.
Young and in good health, they hide in the weeds on the roadside, ready to launch a surprise attack at any time.
The last group is hidden halfway up the mountain, serving as a mobile unit, ready for support at any time.
All signals are based on wolf whistles.
Several people went step by step and took their orders.
"nice."
When I turned around, Uncle Ya still maintained his meditating posture, but there was an extra smile on his face.
"Don't panic when things happen, and do things in a disciplined manner."
Uncle Ya stood up slowly and pointed to the other side of the mountain: "If I were you, I wouldn't let a few old guys occupy half of the mountain."
"Why?"
Uncle Ya smiled calmly: "No matter how difficult the battle is, there is only one commander. If you put them on top, isn't it just for them to help you see the way?"
I was immediately confused: "Aren't you a storyteller? How come you still know the art of war?"
"Silly boy, the more you talk about books, the more knowledge you will gain."
I suddenly realized that Uncle Ya was cultivating me intentionally or unintentionally.
And his ability seems to be not limited to storytelling.
As the contact time lengthened, I suddenly found that I could not understand him more and more.
I handed over my hand and bent down to ask for advice: "Then where do you think these elders should be placed?"
"Quite serious about learning."
Uncle Ya pointed downwards with his fan: "It seems reasonable to carry two sacks on your back and pick up some scraps on the road!"
really.
The old saying is true - the art of war is not something to be seen, but to be practiced.
I was like Afanti opening a treasure for the first time, constantly asking Uncle Ya for advice.
He had a kind face and answered questions patiently.
Judging from the warm smile on his face, he seemed to enjoy my chattering.
At this moment, Uncle Ya suddenly pointed to the donkey cart down the mountain.
"There's something wrong with this car."
I followed the direction of his finger and saw that it was an ordinary donkey cart pulling square stacks of straw.
The two driver handlebars waved their whips from time to time, and the bells under the donkeys made a crisp clanging sound.
"this……"
I looked at the ground suspiciously: "What's the problem?"
"They just passed by here twenty-two minutes ago."
Uncle Ya's answer really shocked me: "I didn't see you looking at your watch, how did you know?"
He laughed and said, "Storytellers are just like teachers. They are most annoying when they are in class."
"I can tell the time accurately with my eyes closed!"
I looked down the mountain and then at Uncle Ya: "The distance is a few hundred meters at least. Are you sure it's the same car?"
"I never see with my eyes."
"Look carefully." Uncle Ya pointed at the straw: "What season is it now?"
"Summer."
"That's right!" Uncle Ya slapped me hard on the head: "Is there any straw in the summer?"
I covered my head, smiled awkwardly, immediately pinched my thumb and index finger together, and blew the wolf whistle hard.
One long and one short, this is the pathfinder post we agreed on.
Soon, the old man from the mountain came down.
"Man, can you bring me back to the city? I'll pay you!"
His voice was loud, and the echo in the valley was loud.
He seemed to want me to hear.
The handlebars of the donkey cart shook their heads, refusing to agree, and the money was pushed back.
Nowadays, transportation is so developed that those who can drive donkey carts basically do not have very good conditions at home.
He has no reason to refuse this business!
"There is indeed a problem!"
Uncle Ya smiled calmly: "What are you going to do?"
I was stunned for a moment, what else could I do?
Of course we have to catch him!
Then I thought about it, no, Uncle Ya was laying a trap for me!
I took a closer look and pointed at the donkey cart: "The straw is ventilated on all sides, which is best for Tibetans!"
Uncle Ya shook his fan and said calmly, "Smart."
Before Uncle Ya could say anything, I blew the wolf whistle again.
