Soldiers are valuable and quick.
This is the basic military common sense that an excellent commander and fighter must know and possess.
Just as the Qin Army held a heart-warming meeting overnight to unify their thinking and welcome the final battle of Shangdang, Zhao Jun's three giants finally reached an agreement on the deployment of the battle of Shangdang.
In the dark night, dots of starlight accompanied by the dim moonlight shone on the ancient city wall. On the patches of moss, a Zhao soldier who was keeping watch at night was holding a Changge in his hand and looking at the peaceful mountains. Group after group. The patrolling Zhao Jun appeared and disappeared behind them in an orderly manner.
Under the thick city wall, the city gate has been opened, and Tian Dan, wearing armor, is standing outside the city gate, watching the billowing dust and smoke in front of him gradually merge into the darkness. A gust of breeze blew by, and the irritable summer mood weakened slightly, but it couldn't reduce the annoyance in my heart - although the moon and stars were sparse on the road ahead, there were still mountains and fog, and I didn't know how bumpy it would be!
Looking up at the quietly standing Xiongguan, as well as the various figures coming and going on the wall, Tian Dan silently made up his mind in his heart. The two generals can act with confidence, but there is still a breath left, and they will never let the old pass pass. lose!
In the darkness where the sky and the earth were mixed together, a team of hundreds of people holding torches in one hand, like a fire dragon in the darkness, were galloping towards the Danshui defense line along the winding road.
It was Zhao Kuo, Lian Po and his party who had to rush back to the camp at Hanwang Mountain overnight before dawn. An extra day of waiting would cost an extra day of food and fodder. , Zhao Jun's chances of winning will be lower by one point, and with one more day of preparation, Zhao Jun's chances of winning will be reduced by a few points.
The hot summer wind blew in my ears, but it couldn't bring any coolness.
In the scorching heat, wearing heavy armor, coupled with high mental stress and strenuous exercise, the body has long been soaked in sweat. There is faint sweat seeping out of the layers of armor, and the white hair and beard are being galloped. The strong summer wind blew out of the hood, and was rolled into rolls with the blessing of sweat, sticking tightly to Lian Po's temples.
Even the young soldiers could not withstand such a struggle, not to mention that only half a day had passed since General Lian Po rushed to his hometown. In one day and night, the horse traveled hundreds of miles back and forth, and still had no saddle or stirrups. During the Warring States Period, when horses were strong, their feet had to be clamped on the horse's belly at all times to maintain their own balance. The hard work can be seen.
However, no one in the long military column complained even a word, and no one asked for repairs. It was like a silent train, roaring through the darkness one after another, rushing towards the deeper darkness. , leaving only the clatter of horse hooves echoing behind.
Perhaps only such an army can be called an elite!
It's just a hardship for our general Zhao Kuo. Although he has inherited the riding skills of the original owner, there is no technical difficulty in running long distances, but he still has to suffer the hardship after all.
After Ma Fujun passed away, Zhao Kuo didn't roll around in the military camp any more. The calluses on his inner thighs had long since fallen off, replaced by pieces of tender meat. And this tender skin and flesh obviously couldn't bear the tossing. After running for more than ten miles, it had been gradually worn out by repeated friction.
Immediately afterwards, sweat gradually gathered along the torso toward the inner thighs. At this time, the salt in the body exerted a huge effect. The tender meat with broken skin and the baptism of salt water makes it exciting just thinking about it!
So, every step became a torment!
Fortunately, the stinging pain on the inner thigh was quickly covered up by the soreness in the entire leg. Amidst the howling wind, my breathing became faster and faster, and the oxygen I could absorb became less and less. A large amount of lactic acid begins to accumulate in the muscles, and the soreness becomes worse. Coupled with the long period of twisting and exerting force, the legs have a tendency to cramp.
Then, the tingling and soreness in the legs gradually turned into tingling in the lungs, and the head became a little dizzy. Zhao Kuo understood that this was his body calling the police.
Zhao Kuo, who was born in the new society and grew up under the red flag, had never experienced such suffering! People who even have to take the ropeway to climb a mountain almost die suddenly in the rush.
A voice shouted in Zhao Kuo's mind: "Stop! Take a break, it's okay. You are the commander of the army, who dares to make irresponsible remarks?"
However, Zhao Kuo glanced around for a moment and completely crushed this idea.
"Don't stop for a moment!"
Zhao Kuo warned himself silently in his heart.
As the saying goes, "The military well has not been dug, and the general will not speak of thirst; the military stove has not been opened, and the general has not spoken of hunger." No one around the soldiers spoke of their suffering, and General Lian Po, who was more than fifty years old, did not speak when he was running back and forth. How could I stop, how dare I stop.
If you stop at this time, your image will be ruined. If you can't bear even this small pain, how can you continue to deal with the Qin army in the difficult battles that follow?
"Give up! Zhuge Kongming is still commanding battles on a wheeled cart. Who dares to say before Zhuge that he doesn't understand martial arts?"
"No! Zhuge is a civil servant, and he has military merits. It is natural for him to command battles from a chariot. But he is a military commander, and this battle is his first true battle. If he can't even ride a horse, how can he establish his authority? ? How to gain trust?"
"Take a rest! Your body can't bear it anymore! If you continue like this, you will die!"
"No, you can't listen. If you stop, it will be over. Not only will you be over, but Zhao will be over as well, and the world will be over! Persevere, you must persevere."
The two voices were like a ring, constantly impacting Zhao Kuo's nerves, causing Zhao Kuo endless pain.
Gritting his teeth, Zhao Kuo closed his eyes slightly. Ma Fujun's earnest teachings suddenly flashed in his mind, and Zhao Kuo followed the familiar yet unfamiliar voice and began to slowly adjust his breathing.
Clamp your legs together, lower your body, hold the reins tightly with both hands, don't panic, don't be confused, follow the horse's breathing, exhale...inhale...
Yes, follow the rhythm of the war horse, feel the flow of breath, breathe... inhale... kai
Keep your eyes straight ahead, yes, get closer to the horse's back, feel the ups and downs of the horse, follow the horse's sight, and breathe... inhale...
Gradually, Zhao Kuo finally got better. Although the tingling and soreness in his lower body remained, as his breathing improved, the tingling in his lungs and five internal organs gradually disappeared, and the support in his head gradually improved.
What was originally a somewhat strenuous effort to follow turned into a leisurely following.
Fortunately, all of this was done silently, and the night gave Zhao Kuo the best cover. No one knew what kind of intricate psychological and physical struggle their admired general had just gone through...
