"The Chu army retreated."
When the news of the Chu army's retreat came from the sentry on the watchtower, there was a burst of earth-shattering cheers throughout the Qin army camp. The soldiers were all excited, talking and discussing with each other.
Although they didn't have a chance to fight in the artillery battle just now, the scene of rocks flying and dust filling the sky is still deeply memorable.
The stone bullets hit the ground with a deafening roar, which made them speechless and surprised even as their ears were ringing.
War actually has this way of fighting.
The scene they just saw was enough for them to brag to their relatives and relatives for the rest of their lives after returning to their hometowns.
"These Chu people are all courageless people. They only know how to throw stones across the wall. If they have the ability, they can rush over and fight with Naigong. General, do you think they will come next time?"
Hei Butt said with some displeasure. There were many military officials who had the same idea as him. They all hoped that the Chu people could muster up the courage to rush over the wall and fight them.
Zhao Tuo squinted his eyes and glanced at the vast sky beyond the wall. He said softly: "The artillery battle failed. I'm afraid the Chu army will not come again."
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The head of Chenying City.
When Xiang Yan listened to Xiang Qu and Jing Tong's account of the artillery battle, her face became so heavy that she almost shed tears.
"I made a mistake."
He sighed: "It has been two years since the Qin army made the giant cannon. It is natural to transform it to be more powerful. We are bringing shame on ourselves by using old things to fight against them."
Xiang Qu felt the unwillingness and helplessness in his father's tone, and couldn't help but get angry. He cupped his hands and said, "Father, since the cannon is useless, it seems that the Qin army will not leave the camp to fight with our army in the field. Why don't you let me lead the troops at night? Climbing over the wall, storming into their camp, killing them, and provoking the Qin people to come out may give our army an opportunity to defeat them."
Xiang Yan glared at him and said, "My son is reckless. Since Wang Jian, the old turtle, has made up his mind to defend himself and continue the stalemate with us, how can he give you a chance?"
"I think the Qin army will be more defensive at night. It is possible that they may even deliberately let you in and then surround you. If you want to climb over the wall and go in for a killing spree, the Qin people may be waiting for you to fall into their trap."
Xiang Qu was scolded by his father, and then he thought of how disgraced he was by the Qin army during the artillery battle. He couldn't help but said angrily: "Father, what do you think we should do? Do we really want to confront Wang Jian?" Will it continue to be wasted? I am afraid that the power of Chu is not as far as that of Qin."
"How could I not know this? But the Qin army is determined and there is nothing we can do against them here. It seems that if we want to win this battle, we have to find another way out."
Xiang Yan whispered, turned to Jing Tong, who had been silent, and said: "Zitong, I will write a letter later, and you immediately send Jing's family to deliver it to Lord Songyang who is still in Qi. Let him try his best to persuade the King of Qi to help Chu."
"Only when Qi State sends troops to attack Qin State's territory from the flank can Wang Jian, an old turtle, be mobilized. In this way, our Chu State can have a glimmer of hope in this disaster."
"Otherwise, Chu will perish."
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In the next more than a month, just as Zhao Tuo expected, although there were Chu army sentries wandering outside the wall from time to time, the Chu army never came again, let alone launched an attack across the wall. .
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It was late August, the Qin and Chu armies had been facing each other for nearly two months, and the weather was dull and hot.
Although there is Honggou Water next to it, soldiers can take a bath and rest and relieve the depression in the military camp.
However, being locked up in the military camp for a long time still makes many people feel panicked. They sleep well, eat well, and their whole bodies are full of strength.
Although they are on duty and training every day, many people are still restless and have nowhere to vent their energy and desires.
During Zhao Tuo's occasional patrols in the camp, he even saw some soldiers doing philosophical and indescribable things to each other.
Zhao Tuo was greatly surprised and shocked by those difficult-to-see scenes. Only then did he realize that the psychological and physical conditions of the army sergeants could not be ignored.
However, the Qin army’s military laws were strict
For example, women are absolutely not allowed in military markets and military camps, not to mention that like some armies, special military prostitutes enter the camps to let the soldiers vent their excess energy and desires.
So Zhao Tuo could only think of other ways.
First, common stone-throwing and long-distance competitions were held, that is, stone-throwing and long-jumping. However, after the soldiers played for a while, they lost interest and felt it was meaningless.
Zhao Tuo thought hard and finally decided on football for future generations.
Football first originated in China. It had already existed in Zhao Tuo's era. It was called Cuju. It was mainly popular in Qi and was a favorite sport among Qi people.
However, Cuju was not popular in the Qin State, mainly because the rules of Cuju in this era were simple and it was basically a one-man show performed by one person, which was not interesting to play.
Since Cuju already existed, it was easy for Zhao Tuo to promote it. He asked craftsmen in the army to make cowhide Juju that was tough, light and resistant to kicking, and then increased or decreased the profits and losses according to the rules of later generations, and came up with a set that conforms to this The rules of the times.
Sure enough, the military sergeant was very happy.
According to the organization, they divided into teams, put on leather armor and soft jackets, and played the game on the specially designated grassland.
There were countless Qin soldiers around who were watching and shouting, cheering and encouraging the "teams" they supported.
The sergeants and soldiers who originally had nowhere to vent their energy were all mobilized by the small ball. Every fight for the ball and the shot into the net aroused their blood, bursting out like a mountain and a tsunami.
The military judge of the Qin Army acted as the referee. His eyes were fixed on the "players" running on the field. Once someone found a foul, he would immediately blow a special copper whistle, followed by severe punishment.
Therefore, Qin Jun's game was not only exciting, but also extremely fair.
Not only will it never happen in the future, but even for countless years to come, it will be difficult to see such a fair competition again.
The ball games held by Zhao Tuo's troops were very lively and exciting, and were not only loved by the battalion sergeants, but also by officers and soldiers from other military camps.
The depressed mood of the soldiers and the unstable morale of the soldiers were not only unique to Zhao Tuo's camp, but also to other battalions.
Therefore, when several generals heard the news and came to Zhao Tuo's camp and saw such a lively scene, they were all moved and asked Zhao Tuo to send someone to teach and promote this so-called "football" sport in their respective camps.
In the end, even General Wang Jian was alarmed.
When the old general with a gray beard personally watched a football match played by Zhao Tuo's army, he was affected by the lively atmosphere and clenched his fists, eager to try.
Especially when Wang Jian saw a soldier making a mistake in kicking a ball, he immediately slapped his thigh angrily and shouted: "Why are your feet so smelly? You might as well let me do it!"
Hearing this, Zhao Tuo was so frightened that his face turned green.
He looked at Wang Jian's body and thought that if General Wang got excited on the court and died suddenly, it would be over.
Fortunately, Wang Jian only talked about it. He finally patted Zhao Tuo on the shoulder and praised him: "Well done to you, Zhao Tuo. I didn't expect you to be able to play a small Cuju to such an extent. So 'football, game' , not only mobilizes the fighting spirit of the soldiers, but also vents the depressed spirit. In this way, the military morale can be at peace."
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Just when the Qin State's Central Army and the Northern Army were promoting the football game created by Zhao Tuo, in the southwest, there was the Qin State's Southern Army Camp on the Cai Ru River.
Military Marquis Li Youzheng sat in the camp with a dark face, holding a glass of wine on his eucalyptus and gritting his teeth.
When he was patrolling the camp today, he heard someone among his soldiers whispering the name "Li Paopao"...
Dongjun taking off
