Yuanzhou is the westernmost state in the Northern Territory.
The heavy snow that had been falling for three days finally stopped, and the entire Zhuman Fortress was covered with a thick layer of winter clothing. The snow reflected the moonlight, like a piece of beautiful jade emitting a faint light, echoing the cold light of the soldiers in the camp.
Perhaps only after seeing such a scene with his own eyes, Lu Daru could write the famous line "If you want to drive away the light cavalry, the heavy snow will cover your bow and sword."
"Bang!" The sound of smashing porcelain bowls broke the peace of the camp. A burly man grabbed the soldiers in the kitchen camp and angrily shouted: "Weak rice! Why is it weak rice again! We wait for the strong men to eat the weak rice!" Why is there not enough rice? Did you withhold military rations?"
This was said in a questioning manner, but with a firm tone.
Weak rice is the staple food used by ordinary people every day, and it is also the most common food. It can basically only meet the needs of filling the stomach, and has no special effect of nourishing righteousness or nourishing blood and health.
"You, you are talking nonsense!" Although the soldier in the bunker was not tall, he was also a Confucian scholar who cherished his reputation. Hearing such an accusation, his face turned red and he said anxiously, "The last batch of military rations was only Weak rice! Even the guerrillas are the same as what you eat! If not, you can go check it out!"
Zhong guerrilla is the highest officer in Zhumansai. It is said that he is still a great scholar. The burly sergeant hesitated slightly and released his grip on the opponent's collar. He was dissatisfied and said: "We and other powerful men will fight to the death every time." , why can’t you eat something good?”
The soldier in the ward arched his hands: "The next little guy, I can't answer your question. But I heard that both the middle-grade military rations and the top-grade military rations have been temporarily allocated to other places. Maybe when the next batch of new military rations is delivered, you guys will No need to eat this weak rice anymore.”
After hearing what the man said, the other sergeants also sighed lightly, rearranged their lines, and received their own meals. For a while, the camp was filled with a depressing atmosphere.
Zhong Qifang stood outside the Chinese army's tent. As a master, he naturally saw the dispute in the distance. He was rigorous in running the army and organized the soldiers to intervene. He looked at their quarrel with a complex expression, gently exhaled a cloud of white mist, turned around and walked into the military tent.
In the military tent, the meals brought for him by the soldiers were already placed on the desk.
The young man was right, even he ate weak rice.
Zhong Qifang looked at the weak rice in front of him, took two bites, and put it down again.
The sergeant was right. They were powerful men, how could they eat weak rice?
It's not to be special, but every time a powerful man becomes stronger, the chance of winning the battle will increase by one point.
The mighty man is a kind of Confucian who fights.
They have tortured their bodies since childhood, integrated the power of poetry into their bodies, and gained strong defense and impact power.
They were a Confucian army capable of confronting the barbarians head-on.
Different from the Confucian Assassins who "hold their bodies in the white blade and kill people in the mortal world", their role is to rush into the barbarian camp, slow down their progress, and buy time for the Confucian Shanhai people behind to use their Confucian techniques.
To charge forward and be trapped in the formation is to show your strength.
Confucianism respects those who are scholars.
However, the cost of cultivating a powerful man is often several times or even ten times that of cultivating other Confucian scholars. For example, this military ration has always been at least medium-grade military ration, which can nourish righteousness and improve physical strength. So after eating weak rice of low quality for half a month, no wonder the soldiers were dissatisfied.
Zhong Qifang rubbed his brows. He was a descendant of the Zhong family, so he naturally wanted to know more inside information, such as the issue of military rations.
The young man was right. The military rations originally allocated to Zhumansai were indeed 30% high-grade, 50% medium-grade, and 20% low-grade. However, it was temporarily changed not long ago.
Not only Zhuman Fortress, but also almost the entire Northern Territory, the logistics supply has undergone major changes. Because Zhuman Fortress is located in Yuanzhou and is not the main direction of the barbarians' frontal attack, the military rations have been completely replaced with low-grade ones. According to Zhong Qifang's knowledge, even in the frontal battlefields of Mangzhou and Suzhou, the military ration supply of Fighting Confucianism has been adjusted, reducing the proportion of medium and high-grade military rations and increasing the supply of low-grade military rations.
And the reason is because of Wan Anbo who has become famous in recent months in Zhongjing - Chen Luo!
Since the establishment of martial arts and martial arts practice, the military has discovered that ordinary people who have never eaten mid- to high-grade military rations have their blood boiling and their physical strength increase rapidly after being exposed to mid- to high-grade military rations.
Although it cannot be compared with the mighty men, it is better because there are more people!
There are only 70,000 to 80,000 mighty men who actually run on the battlefield every year, and no more than 10,000 of them are still alive after a battle, and no more than 3,000 of them can still go to the battlefield again.
The cost of cultivating a powerful man is enough for three ordinary Confucian scholars, or a team of three hundred warriors.
Which one is better and which one is worse is clear at a glance.
In addition, the advent of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" also changed the war situation in a short period of time. A letter from the family said that the little brat of the Zhe family actually summoned Guan Yu, the fighting spirit. According to the analysis of the great scholar in the family, as time goes by, the fighting spirit will become the main way to break through the formation. As long as there are enough troops gathering heroic spirits in the battle formation, a steady stream of troops can rush into the formation.
Perhaps a hundred years from now, there will no longer be a need for powerful men to exist.
Regarding this judgment, Zhong Qifang was a little confused.
Since he was seven years old, he has determined to become a mighty man. In his heart, he can only be a true gentleman if he dies in the battle of the barbarians.
However, it has only been a few months, and not even a winter has passed, and the mighty man seems to have been abandoned.
It is said that the younger generations of the family have stopped cultivating powerful men, and have instead changed the way of revising scriptures, poems, and meanings. Some people even went directly to practice martial arts.
But for Zhong Qifang, those powerful poems have penetrated into every inch of his skin.
Perhaps, he will become the last swan song of a mighty man!
Thinking of this, Zhong Qi's heart tightened for no reason, and his eyes, which had never been wet since he was a child, were also a little blurry.
Might never dies, it just withers.
Taking a long breath, he picked up the latest "Da Xuan Min Bao".
Zhong Qi felt full of respect for Chen Luo.
The end of a mighty man is the beginning of the prosperity of the human race.
It's just a pity that his favorite "trapped camp" was destroyed with Lu Bu, so there wasn't much writing about it.
Perhaps in Wan Anbo's mind, such an army cannot survive for long...
…
Zhongjing City, Beifeng Tower.
Everyone held their breath and listened to Nan Yuanfeng's story.
"I have to meet the general, Adou has a destiny..."
"General, you can protect this son and teach him to see his father. I will die without regret!"
"Yun said: 'No need to say more, Madam, please mount your horse. Yun Zi fought to the death on foot, but Madam Bao escaped from the siege!'"
…
"Zhao Yun saw that his wife was dead and feared that Cao Jun would steal the body, so he pulled down the earth wall and covered the dry well."
"Untie the armor, put down the mask, hold Adou in your arms, mount your horse with a spear."
…
"But it was said that Cao Cao saw a general on the top of Jingshan Mountain. He was extremely powerful wherever he went. He asked who was on the left and right. Cao Hong flew down the mountain and shouted: Can the generals in the army leave their names?"
"Yun responded and said: 'I am Zhao Zilong of Changshan!'"
…
"In this killing, Zhao Yun embraced his master, broke through the siege, chopped down two banners, and captured three flags. He stabbed and chopped with spears and swords from the front and back, killing more than fifty famous generals in Cao's camp."
"There is a poem praising:"
"The blood-stained robe and armor are red,"
"Who dares to compete with Dangyang?"
"In ancient times, I rushed into battle to help the Lord in danger,"
"Only Changshan Zhao Zilong!"
"Okay!" Nan Yuanxi finished reciting the hymn, and the audience in the audience instantly lit up their "applause" talent and shouted!
…
"In ancient times, only Changshan Zhao Zilong has rushed into battle to help the master in danger!"
Zhong Qifang held the "Da Xuan Min Bao" in his hand, his iron-broken hands trembling slightly, and his blood boiled all over.
"A mighty man!"
"This is a mighty and unparalleled warrior!"
Zhong Qi's heart was filled with excitement. He seemed to see a general in silver armor and a white horse charging into the formation resolutely in the face of a massive enemy army.
A horse dares to travel alone,
Destroy the front and break the enemy freely.
They all say that flying tigers are brave.
Live up to the eternal reputation of a hero.
Zhong Qifang took a deep breath, a strange charm rose up in him, and a long roar sounded in his mind——
"I am Changshan Zhao Zilong!"
…
Chen Luo put down his pen.
After coming out of the sea, in order to complete the "Han" family and the world as soon as possible, he also became diligent and planned to speed up the progress of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms".
Just halfway through writing the new chapter, the Three Kingdoms Temple suddenly shook.
Chen Luo concentrated slightly and entered the Three Kingdoms Temple.
I saw a ball of white gas condensing not far from the statue of Guan Yu standing on his sword.
After a while, the white air mass dissipated, and a statue of a general with a silver spear and a white horse emerged.
I saw the general holding a gun in his right hand, a sword at his waist, holding a baby in his arms, his eyes sharp, and galloping on his horse.
New battle formation heroes!
Zhao Yun!
…
At the same time, Lu Tong hurried to Sanxi Village.
After getting off the carriage, the steward who had been waiting here quickly stepped forward: "Steward Lu..."
Lu Tong looked anxious: "Why is this good child missing? Has he reported it to the official?"
The steward hesitated and said, "It's reported to the official. It's reported to the official."
Lu Tong looked angry: "Isn't there a Zhuang Ding who is taking care of me? Where is the Zhuang Ding who is in charge?"
The steward sighed and opened the door: "Steward Lu, look..."
Lu Tong looked inside the house and paused.
In the courtyard, a villager was lying on a wooden board.
That was a corpse!
(If you want to know what happened next, please listen to the explanation in the next chapter)
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