The Court Punishment Office is in charge of punishments. All students who violate the rules and disciplines of the Academy come here to receive their punishment.
The person sitting in the position of the chief officer of Xingtang is Zhang Xian, the right commander of the Chinese Army Governor's Mansion.
Chen Mao walked into Xingtang. He was a little frightened when he saw the man named Zhang.
When Zhang Min saw the visitor, he asked skillfully: "How many sticks are there this time?"
"Wait a minute!" Chen Mao clasped his hands together and begged for mercy, "Old Zhang, do you still remember that I invited you to drink before, please be merciful."
Zhang Min shook his head: "This is not possible. I have to perform my duties in my position. I was ordered to be the director of the punishment department of this martial arts academy, so I have to do my job well. How else do you want me to explain to His Majesty?"
Unlike the imperial staff, which can be light or heavy, the martial arts staff are solid.
The technical content of the Wuyuan military stick is extremely high, and it is guaranteed to make you miserable without hurting your heart, preventing you from being beaten to death or maimed on the spot.
The director of the punishment department of the hospital is an offending job, but there is a reason why Zhang Min can be the director.
His background is tough enough.
His father is Zhang Yu, the king of Hejian, his eldest brother is the British Duke Zhang Fu, his niece is the princess, and he is the right governor promoted by the East Palace...
As long as he dares to fight, the people behind him will dare to protect him. If he cheats, he will destroy the Great Wall.
It's not that Chen Mao couldn't understand this truth. He knew that it was impossible to think about Zhang Shi. Instead of struggling reluctantly, it was better to have fun.
He gritted his teeth and leaned down on the bench, sticking his butt out: "Come on, hit me!"
Zhang Xi gave a thumbs up: "He is a man."
"beat!"
…
Zhu Yong, Duke of Chengguo, was passing by the penalty area and heard Chen Mao's howling from inside. He couldn't help but shook his head: "You are already a very old man. Why can't you understand such a simple thing?"
As both students in the first batch of the martial arts academy, Zhu Yong has become much more low-key after enrolling. He managed the students in his class obediently so as not to get into trouble.
"Gong Cheng Guo is really a talented man. He succeeds King Dongping in his valor. I admire him."
Hearing a voice coming from his ear, Zhu Yong tilted his head and looked. It was Su Wen, the squad leader of Class 10.
Zhu Yong and Su Wen are the only two of the ten squad leaders who have never received a military stick until now.
"I don't have any talents. I just follow the steps and do my duty."
Zhu Yong said with a smile, "Brother Su, on the other hand, relied on his own talents to become the second-level commander of the capital before he was twenty years old. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. I didn't have the ability you had when I was twenty."
"No, no, Duke Cheng Guo has been over-honored."
Su Wen waved his hand and said with a smile, "You inherited the dukedom of the country at the age of seventeen, maintained the great legacy left by King Dongping, and were the leaders of martial arts with the British Duke. I would like to say that it is too unfair for you to be a student. Well, you and the British prince should be allowed to be in charge of the martial arts academy together."
"Stop flattering me. You're almost flattering me."
Zhu Yong chuckled and turned around to leave, "I'm going to the cafeteria to get some food first. I'm sorry for not accompanying you. I hope Mr. Su will forgive me and we'll talk about it someday."
"Mr. Cheng Guo, walk slowly."
Su Wen stood there, staring at Zhu Yong's leaving figure, his eyes slightly flashing with wisdom.
"do you understand?"
Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. Su Wen looked back and saw Zhu Gaojie appeared beside him at some point. He quickly saluted: "Your Highness."
"No need to be polite." Zhu Gaojie looked at Zhu Yong's back with a slight smile and said, "Zhu Yong is a capable person. No matter in terms of mind or ability, no one among the first batch of students in the martial arts academy can surpass him. On the right. At the age of seventeen, he inherited the mantle of King Dongping. After several turmoils, he became the leader of the new generation after Zhang Fu."
"Zhu Yong never shows any flaws. Even though he is tall and thick, he is very good at forbearing. The city is unfathomable."
Su Wen nodded and said: "The first batch of students from the martial arts academy are either battle-hardened warriors or cynical playboys. Under the strict regulations of the martial arts academy, they have all been tortured more or less. , Only Cheng Guogong, who is unobtrusive and meticulous, abides by the regulations meticulously, and has never made a mistake, which really opened my eyes. "
Zhu Gaojie fell into memories: "When I was young, I met Zhu Neng, King of Dongping, in the army. He was graceful, dignified, rich, and wise. Today's Zhu Yong is exactly the same as his father, King Dongping."
Although Dongping King Zhu Neng's surname was Zhu, he was not from a royal family. He inherited his father's legacy and served as the deputy Qianhu of the Yanshan Central Guard.
During the Battle of Jingnan, Zhu Neng followed the King of Yan to rebel. He was brave and good at fighting. He defeated Geng Bingwen, Li Jinglong and others, and surrendered 100,000 Southern troops. After the war, he was granted the title of Duke of the State and the Commander-in-Chief of the Left Army.
In the fourth year of Yongle, he died of illness in the army at the age of thirty-seven. He was posthumously named King Dongping and posthumously named Wulie. His son Zhu Yong inherited the title.
Zhu Gaojie had not led any troops during the Jingnan War, but he was proficient in medical skills, so he also served as a doctor accompanying the army. After all, in wartime, a top doctor was an extremely valuable resource, and the injured generals saw him better than their relatives. Dad returns the kiss.
But the people who could be treated by him personally were all high-ranking generals of Yan Division, such as Zhang Yu, Qiu Fu, Zhu Neng... they had all been rescued by him.
Over time, he became familiar with these generals, among whom Zhu Neng had the best relationship.
Su Wen sighed: "There is still so much to learn between me and Duke Cheng."
Zhu Gaojie asked: "Why do you want to imitate him?"
Su Wen was a little at a loss: "Didn't His Highness say that I want my ministers to learn from Duke Cheng Guo how to serve as a general?"
"Study? What a waste of time!"
Zhu Gaojie smiled, "What can you learn from him? In the end, it is nothing more than how to survive alone in a puddle of mud. What Zhu Yong pursues is nothing more than protecting his title."
"Can you be the same as him? You came from my East Palace, why should you be as deep as him? What you should do is not to hide your edge like him, but to show your edge better and make a sweeping move. A sharp blade in all directions, not an invulnerable shield!”
Zhu Gaojie raised Su Wen to the position of the capital commander because he wanted to temper the unruly violence and arrogance in him.
Now it seems that his goal has indeed been achieved. Su Wen has shed his youthful youth and no longer thinks with his fists, but instead thinks with his brain.
But it seems that he has been trained too much. Like his younger brother Su Wu, after studying abroad, he was too mature and matured like an old man. As expected, they are brothers from the same father and mother, they are the same at heart.
Zhu Gaojie suddenly asked: "Have you forgotten the taste of failure so quickly?"
Su Wen was stunned for a moment: "What did Your Highness say?"
"I said, in just a few years, have you forgotten how embarrassed you were?" Zhu Gaojie said, "Do you still remember when you were lying in a dark corner of Jinling City?"
Su Wen's mind recalled the scene he least wanted to think of.
The dark and damp streets, where he lay dying in his brother's arms, were smelly and dirty. The light took a detour towards them, and what greeted them was only a darker reality.
That was the most painful period of his life, and it was also the time when he was at his most humble. He was like a corpse, slowly rotting in the shadows.
When he was the most desperate, it was Zhu Gaojie who saved him.
Su Wen clenched his fists, but His Highness's voice suddenly came to his ears.
"Remember your helplessness and move forward."
"Humbleness arises from the heart and is inferior to others in every possible way; arrogance arises from the bones and does not bow to the knees despite all difficulties."
…
"stand at attention!"
Under the scorching and dazzling sun, hundreds of generals heard Zhang Fu's figure, with their backs straight, heads held high and chests held high, eyes resolute. Under the sunlight, they were like hundreds of sculptures, motionless.
Zhang Fu shouted: "Salute!"
Everyone raised their right arms across their chests, and their movements were uniform and without any sloppiness. More than a hundred people seemed to be using the same brain, and every movement was standard and coordinated.
Zhu Gaojie nodded slightly. In the past month, he had taught these generals nothing but the cumbersome regulations and military etiquette.
These people have become accustomed to the strict regulations. In a month, they are completely transformed, as if they have been given a new lease of life.
Empty talk will harm the country, but hard work will make it prosperous. If you don't sweep one room, how can you sweep the world?
Zhu Di on the side was a little surprised: "It's really evil. If you ask them to fold a quilt, can these people look like different people?"
"Of course there is no use in folding a quilt. What is really useful is to tame your restless heart under strict regulations all day long."
Zhu Gaojie said slowly, "People can't be idle, as soon as they are idle, something will happen. I made their daily arrangements full, and I dragged my tired body to train every day. Day after day, my mood settled down. Understand why A sergeant who obeys orders is a true sergeant.”
Zhu Di was so wise that he immediately guessed what the other party was thinking: "So, you are planning to use these hundreds of generals to spread your so-called regulations to every sergeant in the Ming Dynasty."
Zhu Gaojie corrected: "To be precise, it's every sergeant except the field army. The Ming Dynasty's army has to rely on the field army to support itself. For now, we can't get rid of this tail. We always have to eat one bite at a time. , but when the Ming Dynasty can support the army without the need for sergeants to work in the fields, all sergeants, even those who cook pots and cooks, will have to follow this standard."
Zhu Di thought about Emperor Hengjing's reforms of the army. No wonder Emperor Hengjing was able to develop the army to an incredible level, and the co-authors began to make plans from now on.
He asked: "Then when do you plan to start taking them to real classes?"
He now has nothing to do all day long, watching these people folding quilts every day, which really makes him a little disappointed. I thought I came here to study how to fight, but I didn't expect that the so-called "General Academy" does not teach fighting, but only teaches quilt folding.
Zhu Gaojie smiled slightly: "Now."
"Now?"
Zhu Gaojie looked at Zhang Fu: "Let everyone gather and go to the martial arts hall to start teaching!"
…
The generals were standing in the martial arts hall, all looking at the wall in front of them. There was a wooden board painted with black paint hanging on the wall.
Although they looked calm, they were very excited inside.
What the hell!
After folding quilts for a month, I can finally take a serious class!
Look at this bastard of a prince...ah, no, it's the respected prince who wants to tell them something.
Zhu Gaojie stood in front of the door of the martial arts hall and glanced at the old man: "Dad, are you coming first?"
Zhu Di smiled and shook his head: "No, you should go first."
Are you kidding me? The strong ones always appear at the end. Let you have fun first, and then I will show you what real skills are.
Otherwise, when I appear on the stage, I will take up all the limelight, which will make you speechless to everyone?
"Okay, I'll go up and say a few words first."
Zhu Gaojie nodded without refusing, walked up to the podium, casually picked up a slender lime pen and wrote four big characters on the blackboard.
Strategy, tactics.
He turned and looked at everyone: "Can anyone tell me what the difference is between the two."
Everyone looked at each other, a little confused.
Of course they are not illiterate.
It's just... I really don't understand.
What is this Nima talking about!
"It seems that no one knows, so I will briefly explain it."
Zhu Gaojie put down his lime pen and said calmly, "Strategy includes overall strategy and regional strategy. I will explain the detailed difference between the two later. The so-called strategy refers to the strategy of combat, and more importantly, To put it into perspective, strategy is the use of combat in order to achieve the purpose of war."
“From a broad perspective, strategy refers to a country’s strategy for war and war situations, including the general study of the provisions of the war itself, including how war occurs, the overall coordination of the war, and how to pursue the maximum interests in the war. change."
"If you look deeper, strategy refers to how a general should effectively mobilize his troops to fight in wartime, and how to strategize and win a decisive victory thousands of miles away."
He looked at everyone, "It's very simple, right? Do you understand?"
Generals: "???"
Zhu Di at the door: "???"
Very...simple?
Do you want to listen to what you are saying?
Zhu Gaojie continued: "Tactics refers to specific actions performed to achieve a certain combat purpose. "Thirty-Six Strategies" is undoubtedly one of the most typical and outstanding tactical works. For example, besieging Wei and rescuing Zhao is a typical example of this. The tactical actions of the established combat goal, the combat deployment and combat actions to achieve this established combat goal are all tactical actions to encircle Wei and rescue Zhao."
"Focusing on the gains and losses of one city and one place is tactics. Focusing on the entire war is strategy."
"Don't deviate from your strategic goals for the sake of tactical victory. Don't replace the real strategy with simple tactical combinations. A series of seemingly reasonable tactical moves may bring you greater strategic disasters. .”
"You are not commanding hundreds of people, but tens of thousands of people. You are the backbone of an army. You must use your brains to think about problems."
"The purpose of war is simple. Preserve yourself and destroy the enemy. This is the most important issue you have to think about in war. All other issues must be centered around this principle."
"Whether it's a strategy or a tactic, in the final analysis, it's all about using it at the right time. You hit yours, and I'll hit mine. When I hit you, I can eat you; when you hit me, I can't see you and can't hit you. "
"Fight what kind of war there are conditions, fight what kind of enemy, and fight what time and place. In the use of strategy, military strength, and tactics, we must be ahead of the enemy, seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, exploit our strengths and avoid weaknesses, and use our strengths to avoid weaknesses." The long one hits the enemy's short one."
The words fell. The whole hall was silent.
(End of chapter)
