"'Therefore, the road to war must be victorious, and the Lord says there is no war, so we must fight; the road to war is invincible, and the Lord says we must fight, and there is no war. Therefore, we do not seek fame when we advance, and we do not avoid sin when we retreat. We only protect the people and benefit them. Lord, the treasure of the country.’ What’s the explanation?”
There are indeed many things that Zhao Jin does not understand. After all, it is only on paper and has not been in actual combat. The battlefield experience does seem very immature.
Mr. Da did not answer his question directly, but made an assumption for him to substitute.
"Suppose you are the general of the Qin army. After the first attack on Zhao failed, the King of Qin asked you to lead troops to attack Handan of Zhao again and destroy Zhao. Do you think you can win?"
"What is the strength of the troops, and what is their combat power?"
Zhao Jin asked in detail.
"The soldiers are three times that of Zhao, the soldiers are strong, the horses are strong, and the equipment is well-equipped."
"What about the enemy troops?"
As the saying goes, "Know yourself and your enemy, you will be victorious in any battle." Zhao Jin asked again.
"Zhao's army is weak, but it is holding on to the city and is being rescued by other countries."
"Fightable!"
"Why?"
"The momentum is like a rainbow, and the morale of the army can be used. You can send fighting generals to yell and curse under the city. If the enemy agrees to fight, kill the general to break their morale. If the enemy refuses to fight, the enemy's morale will be exhausted. Later, the strategy of feigning attacks in turns and exhausting the army will be adopted. , how can we not win?"
"How can you be invincible? Do you think your personal combat power is superior to that of the battlefield?"
Mr. Da seemed a little unhappy, frowned slightly, and looked at Zhao Jin.
"When a person is exhausted, even with the courage of an overlord, he can only be defeated by the siege of Gaixia. Of course, personal courage is not invincible, but students believe that personal courage can play a key role. The wolf who lacks the wolf king The pack is just a bunch of beasts without any structure, but once the wolf king joins the pack, the pack seems to come to life, and its combat power is more than doubled."
"So you think if I were to lead an army, you would be the wolf king?"
Mr. Da looked at Zhao Jin, who smiled sheepishly.
"Student, I am far from reaching that point. Maybe Brother Hu can, but student believes that one day I can also become a general leading an army."
When Zhao Jin said this, his tone was extremely confident, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at Brother Hu, who was still asleep on the recliner. He had a feeling that Brother Hu should be a great leader of the army.
"Boy Zhao, you have a good sense!"
Although Brother Hu not far away was still asleep, he was always paying attention to Zhao Jin's words and deeds. Seeing him say this, he couldn't help but feel happy.
"Haha, your ambition is not just to be a general who charges into battle."
Mr. Da was amused by Zhao Jin's words and said softly, without giving Zhao Jin a chance to ask more questions, and continued talking.
"So according to the tactics you mentioned, this battle will be defeated."
"Sir, please enlighten me!"
Zhao Jin also knew that he was too young, and his ideas about battlefield warfare were all taken for granted, and they were definitely not as sophisticated as the other party's.
Mr. Da is very satisfied with Zhao Jin's attitude of not being stubborn and being able to accept a wide range of maxims.
"The State of Zhao was not destroyed last time and gave the State of Zhao a chance to breathe. If we attack again, we will encounter desperate resistance from the people of the State of Zhao, and there will be help from the princes and countries who share weal and woe and are in despair. That is bound to happen As a result, the Qin army was attacked from both sides and was stretched thin. It was in danger and it was difficult to protect the Qin army.
"So if this war should be fought, it will be difficult to win. Even if we win, it will be a tragic victory, and there is no guarantee that other countries will take advantage of it. Those who are good at fighting will be invincible. As a commander, you must be good at analyzing the situation and judging the situation. Weigh the pros and cons, have your own opinion, don’t just follow the best, and don’t follow blindly.”
Mr. Da’s eloquent explanation made Zhao Jin suddenly enlightened. He is not a totalitarian dictator, and he does not want his subordinates to just execute his orders without thinking. He wants loyal ministers, and he wants even more loyal ministers who dare to give direct advice.
A king must have not only foolish and loyal ministers under his command, but also direct ministers who dare to give advice and treacherous ministers who provide emotional value. What Zhao Jin didn't know was that he had unknowingly learned how to be a leader, which would eventually lead to the position of king.
“Students are taught.”
"Well, sit down and talk."
"promise."
Zhao Jin listened attentively, nodding from time to time to express understanding, while Mr. Da continued to guide Zhao Jin's thoughts.
"The art of war is both the art of war and the knowledge of strategy. A general must know how to observe the situation, understand the enemy's weaknesses, and then use his own strengths to attack the weaknesses of others. He must know himself and the enemy, and be invincible in a hundred battles..."
Looking at the way the two were discussing, I guess they couldn't think of cooking for a while. In desperation, Brother Hu had to get up and walk to the kitchen.
Brother Hu was alone in the kitchen. At this time, he still looked a bit unruly and unruly. The cooking process seemed to help him escape from the hustle and bustle of the world.
He was chopping vegetables and making soup quietly without any music or radio to break the tranquility. His eyes were slightly melancholy, as if he was thinking about some profound issues.
During the cooking process, a man may show his solitary side. They may spend some time alone in the kitchen enjoying this quiet and self-reflective moment. It’s also their way of finding some inner peace from their busy lives.
Zhao Jin accidentally caught a glimpse of Brother Hu from the corner of his eye. Through the open window of the kitchen, Brother Hu rolled up the shirt on his arm, cut vegetables, turned the pot, and tossed the spoon. A series of movements were as smooth as flowing water, which was called What a handsome guy!
Sure enough, apart from paying the bill, the man who cooks is the most handsome.
Female friends, you can use this sentence to "PUA" your boyfriend or husband. Please note that men cannot resist compliments from their significant other. If they can, then continue to praise them.
Just move your mouth and you can make a man happily help you with your work, isn't it good?
Then, Zhao Jin seemed to notice something was wrong. Why was there something mysterious in Brother Hu's cooking movements?
"When martial arts connects with the gods, every move can be a practice, walking can be a practice, cooking can be a practice, playing chess can be a practice, and discussing the art of war can also be a practice."
"Ah, oh, good teacher, the students are taught."
How could Mr. Da not notice that Zhao Jin was distracted, but he didn't feel any displeasure and just spoke softly. Zhao Jin understood immediately and responded quickly.
"Zhao Jin, Zhao Jin, how can you be distracted? Learning the art of war is learning the art of war. Brother Hu is also a teacher anyway. I will ask Brother Hu for advice when the time comes! Now, concentrate on listening to the class!"
Zhao Jin cursed himself in his heart, and immediately adjusted himself to continue immersing himself in the ocean of experience in the art of war.
Not to mention the "quiet years" in the small courtyard, outside the small stone courtyard, all the spiritual masters in Xinhai City were shocked by the movement that occurred when Xuanniao Xiaoying was born.
In the Xinhaicheng Spirit Master Management Bureau, Xinhai Town Soul Envoy Yang Lan was frightened by the sudden momentum just now, and quickly summoned all the spirit master captains to the conference room.
"Let me investigate. Find out who the owner of this aura is. Investigate carefully. I'll give you two days. I want to see your report before I get off work the day after tomorrow!"
As soon as these words came out, several Soul Suppression Master captains immediately complained in their hearts. Come on, they have to work overtime again.
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In the Dongshan Temple of Xinhai City, the great monk Master Mingzhen stood in the courtyard and looked at the sky that had previously covered the sky with the shadows of birds, feeling indescribably shocked in his heart.
"Ami, that Buddha, where did this big boss come from? Xinhai City is really not peaceful recently!"
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The mysterious man who had previously rescued Master Ge in front of the soul-suppressing envoy Yang Lan turned back and looked in the direction of the bird shadow, his eyes full of surprise.
"This Xinhai City is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon! Haha, it's a pity that it has nothing to do with me anymore."
After saying that, he turned around and continued walking forward, and soon disappeared into the sky. Next to him was Master Ge who was wearing a black robe. At this time, he no longer had any arrogance, and was as quiet as if he didn't know how to do it. Talking puppet.
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In the Xinhai City black market, several unknown beings opened their eyes one after another and looked in the direction where the bird shadow appeared.
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In a cave in the wild forest north of the city, a huge beast was awakened by the terrifying sound of the destiny black bird and slowly opened its eyes.
"Hiss, hiss~~~"
It didn't look like it was in very good condition at this time, and it was panting heavily.
The pressure from a higher level of life made it even more uncomfortable. A trace of pain flashed in its earthy eyes, and its body twisted uncomfortably.
At the foot of the mountain far away from its cave, a dark and sturdy young man was walking into the wild forest. Behind him was a three-pronged steel fork, which is the kind used by ordinary farmers to hoe straw. The fork is a hoe, but the fork is not curved, but pointed straight forward, like an enlarged steak fork. It feels like a low-end version of Neptune's Trident.
In short, this agricultural tool, which is not considered a formal weapon, looks like the kind of steel fork used by Runtu to stab the harpoon.
In addition, he was dressed in old-fashioned cloth and had a small hedgehog lying on his shoulders.
"A Tu, are you sure that wild tiger is in the woods ahead?"
The young man spoke angrily, while the hedgehog on his shoulder chirped and nodded.
"Oh, I know. I definitely believe in your power, Atu. Damn wild tiger, you still dare to eat our old scalper. I will definitely catch you, kill you and make soup for you!"
"Squeak, squeak, squeak..."
When the little hedgehog heard that there was tiger meat to eat, his tone immediately became much happier, and a lot of saliva flowed out of the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
"Oh, Ah Tu, why are you drooling again? You're so dirty. I have to do laundry again when I get back!"
The boy pretended to be disgusted and dusted his shoulder, and the little hedgehog seemed to feel embarrassed and smiled.
"Chirp!!!!!!"
Suddenly, a faint sound of birdsong came from the distance, accompanied by endless pressure. The young man didn't feel anything, but the little hedgehog on his shoulder immediately shrank into a ball in fear and rolled to the ground. Buried himself.
"Oh, Ah Tu, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing this, the young man quickly pulled the little hedgehog out of the soil, holding it directly in the palm of his hands without hurting his hands.
Feeling the uneasiness coming from the little hedgehog, the boy looked up at the huge black bird shadow in the distant sky.
"Is it because of that? It's such a big bird! It feels like it can't be stewed in one pot!"
