This house was regarded as a study room. In addition to Amei, there were students such as Zhao Guang, Wang Xun and others. Even Guan Ji was sitting quietly on the other side, carving something on the bamboo slips with a knife and pen.
"Brother, your fireplace is really a good thing. Even in the middle of winter, this house can be as warm as spring. How wonderful!"
After Zhao Guang sat down, he approached the fireplace, stretched out his hand to warm the fire a few times, and praised.
"Stop talking about these useless things. Do you understand what I taught you a few days ago?"
Feng Yong was not in the mood to listen to this flattery and asked directly.
"I understand, I understand!"
When Zhao Guang heard this, he quickly came over and sat not far in front of Feng Yong, "Brother, are you going to teach a new lesson today?"
"I won't talk about it today. I have to be literate and listen to the lectures. I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult. Today I will discuss with you General Fubo Ma Yuan. If you have any ideas, you can tell them."
After discovering that Zhao Guang was particularly interested in military affairs, Feng Yong selected some military theories summarized by later generations that were in line with the current situation and presented them to Zhao Guang and Wang Xun.
When it comes to marching and fighting, Feng Yong only shoots, and at most he disassembles and cleans the gun. But here, he can't even charge on horseback.
But after all, he was someone who was sent to a certain base by the army for training, and he still knew some basic military theories.
Moreover, every week in the army, there will be political and military lectures, and sometimes they are required to write listening and listening reviews, and even test the backbone of the company at a specific time, so sometimes they have to go to the company's reading room to check information.
In addition, Feng Yong likes to read, so he spends time in the company's reading room on weekends. Therefore, he may not understand the actual military operations, but he is not afraid of talking nonsense as long as he does not meet professionals.
He naturally understands the overall military outlook, the relationship between politics and military, the different compositions and structures of the military in various historical periods, and the development and changes of the military than others.
If you pick and choose, you can always pick out some useful knowledge for Zhao Guang and others.
Every time at this time, Guan Ji would always stop what she was doing and quietly watch Feng Tubao rambling on and on. Sometimes when she heard something new and exciting, she would always admire it with her eyes. I smiled knowingly.
Although this is a woman with a strong temperament and extremely high martial arts skills, she also has the docile temperament unique to women of this era - such a woman will not be found in future generations, and there are probably not many in the world today.
Therefore, when Feng Tubeng saw Guan Ji like this, he felt even more inspired and spoke more energetically.
"Everyone knows that General Fubo helped Emperor Guangwu revive the Han Dynasty, quell the Kui clamor, quell the Qiang chaos, and pacify Lingnan. They praised his achievements. But few people know that he has another great achievement, which is to pile rice for Mountain."
"Brother, isn't it what General Fubo did when he pacified Weixiao by piling rice into a mountain? Why do so few people know about it?"
Zhao Guang asked strangely.
Feng Yong smiled and said, "I'm talking about the matter of piling rice into mountains, not the matter of his pacification of Kaixiao. The act of piling up rice into mountains is the first of another kind of map."
The so-called piling rice into a mountain refers to Liu Xiu's personal expedition to Weihuo. All his generals believed that the future was unclear and the outcome was difficult to predict, so it was not advisable to go deep into the dangers. Liu Xiu was also hesitant and difficult to make a decision.
At this moment, Ma Yuan was ordered to arrive and tried his best to persuade Liu Xiu to advance. He also ordered people to take rice and arrange it into valleys, ravines and other terrain features. He then pointed out the situation of mountains and rivers and marked the paths of advance and retreat for various troops.
This is the initial prototype of the sand table.
This is a pioneering work in the history of war and is of great significance.
"Amei, call two people to bring up the sand table I made the day before yesterday."
Thanks again to the old professor who forced him to draw a map of Hanzhong for a semester. Feng Yong is still very familiar with the terrain of Hanzhong.
Although the terrain of mountains, rivers and rivers may have changed between now and later generations, the general appearance is still similar. Based on his memory, Feng Yong spent several days, holding sand and mud, and pinched the surrounding area centered on Nanzheng. Approximately.
Anyway, it's not like the later generations who wanted to be accurate to the meter level. This simple sand table is probably difficult to achieve even the accuracy of 100 meters, but it's not intended for any important purpose. Even if there are mistakes, I'd like to explain. That's it.
But even this was enough for Zhao Guang and Wang Xun to shock Feng Yong into a god.
Even Guan Ji couldn't help but come closer. When she saw the undulating mountains and meandering rivers on the sand table, she couldn't help but point at one of the places with her finger and asked in surprise: "This is... this Is it a camp?"
"Yeah, this is where we are."
Feng Yongke did not forget that he was still teaching. He pointed at the sand table and said: "Marching and fighting depends on the right time, place and people. If there are such things, the right place can be under control."
"Brother, brother, how...how was this done?"
Zhao Guang woke up from his daze and rushed over. He almost fell on top of the sand table. He was staring directly at the sand table and his saliva was already flowing down.
"Baby, baby, you can't exchange it for a thousand pieces of gold for this thing!"
Zhao Guang snorted and sucked back the saliva that almost dripped onto the sand table.
Pay back a thousand pieces of gold? If someone really wants to buy it, Feng Yong will be willing to sell it for a hundred gold per sand table - if Old Demon Zhuge doesn't mind.
Of course, if Feng Yong really dares to sell it, Zhuge Liang is afraid that he will cut him into eight pieces and then hang him to various gates of Jincheng and whip his corpse in public.
Feng Tubou looked at the appearance of several Tubou people with great satisfaction and said: "How is it? Did I say something wrong? This pile of rice into mountains is the greatest achievement of General Fubo when he pacified Weihuo. It's just that the world is ignorant. How do you know the beauty of it?"
"What my brother has learned is really profound!"
Wang Xun looked at the sand table without blinking and exclaimed, "How can we deduce this thing from the traces of General Fubo? If we are marching and fighting, with this thing, even if we can't know ourselves and the enemy, we can still do it with less words." Can you be considered invincible?"
"How can it be so simple?" Feng Yong waved his hand, "To do this, there is a prerequisite, which is that you must know the local mountain topography. This is not a simple matter."
"Where's the exploration horse? If we send more exploration horses, even if we can't make it as detailed as my brother, I'm afraid it will be of great help if we can get a rough outline."
Zhao Guang reacted very quickly and asked immediately.
Feng Yong nodded appreciatively, "Erlang does have a lot of understanding, so he said that in this march and battle, we must not advance rashly. The more information we can find out about the enemy, the more chance we will win. The right time and place can be used to my advantage. Only then can he be called a general of an army."
Feng Yong knew that he was only a strong-mouthed king at best, and he did not expect that he could really teach a famous general.
But teaching them theoretical things will at least allow Zhao Guang and Wang Xun to go to the battlefield in person in the future and avoid some detours.
It would be best if we could make them understand what it means to have a big-picture perspective, and then, after more experiences, develop their own concepts.
The sand table is currently one of the best tools for letting people experience the entire battlefield and cultivate an overall view.
What if?
If one of these people happens to have this talent, then he also has a teaching gift, right?
Anyway, there is nothing to do in winter, so being idle is nothing but idleness.
