The sunset falls and night falls.
In the Hutuo River Valley, in a large log house in a mountain nest where wind and energy are stored, the lights flickered.
A strong man with a scar on his face, wearing a long silk shirt with his breasts exposed, was lying on a soft brocade couch with a contented look on his face. Two young girls knelt down behind the couch, each holding a thigh, rubbing and massaging it. There was also a woman in red, her clothes were semi-transparent, holding a jade bowl in her left hand and a spoon in her right hand, and from time to time she poured out spoonfuls of warm soup. Delivered to the mouth of a strong man.
This person is the controller of the Hutuo River Valley, the bandit commander Wu Lu. At this moment, he is in a very comfortable mood.
Some time ago, in cooperation with the general's efforts, we captured two forts. We gained a lot of money and food, as well as a lot of manpower. Adding in the people who have come to invest recently, the number of men and horses in the valley has approached four thousand, and this is not counting the old and the weak. Counting those people, there are more than 7,000 people. With this strength, they can already rank among the top five in this Black Mountain. How can he be unhappy?
The woman's hands are busy, and so are the strong man's hands.
Roughness and smoothness meet, and you laugh again and again!
Smoothness and roughness meet, making you smile!
At the door of the log hall, several thieves on duty had long forgotten their duties. They were salivating at the corners of their mouths and envious in their eyes, looking at the mountains and scenery.
"Report, Wang Qi has returned, please ask for an interview with the commander-in-chief!"
A skinny man in linen clothes and a sweaty thief, at some point, had arrived at the door of the log hall and shouted into the hall.
The thieves on duty came to their senses at the shouts, and stood still, wiping the corners of their mouths as if unintentionally. When the five deer in the hall heard this shout, they stood up, took back their left hand and made a move towards the door. The big man led the thieves and carried them in.
Wulu, who lay back on the brocade couch again, put his left hand under his head, returned his right hand to its original position, and said one word to the thief in front of him, "Say."
"Commander, Sun Shuai has left with a large number of boxes and parcels. Everything in Pinggu Valley remains as before."
Dog owners know the dog's faults, and conversely, the dog also knows the owner's preferences.
The thief Wang Qi used the most concise words he thought to report to him clearly. He knew very well that when the master was in high spirits, he could not delay too long, otherwise, he would be the unlucky one.
"Hahahaha, it's good to leave. He has left. All that's left is Weng Weng's business. Beat the drum and let the young commanders come to the hall to discuss matters."
When Wulu heard Wang Qi's report, he laughed heartily and suddenly jumped up from the brocade couch. He ignored the two girls who were beating their legs and overturned the jade bowl in the catkins.
Just like Wulu said, he is really happy now. Last time, he wanted to use deceit to bring things from the valley to the general, and get some benefits by the way. Who would have thought, that little thief If you don't get fooled, you can only give up temporarily. Now, since the general's people have come and he has not received special care, then, next, he can take whatever he wants and do as he pleases.
Putting aside the wealth for now, there are more than two thousand people. If half of them join the Hutuo Valley, the strength in the valley will be a little stronger. Thinking of this, Wulu feels even more urgent.
If you have a quick hand, you will have it; if you have a slow hand, you will not!
You must act quickly and not give others an advantage.
"Commander Qu, it is inconsistent with military affairs to mobilize troops at night. It is not too late to mobilize troops tomorrow." When the man in sackcloth heard that his master was going to mobilize troops at night, he quickly dissuaded him. "
"Hahahaha, Hong Jian, what kind of military is it? A large number of people is a military force, and a strong force is a military force. Look at the general, he started with us as a ranger, and now he has commanded the Black Mountains. A few days ago, he had to show off his horns again. The headquarters, now, even the officers and soldiers can't do anything to him, this is military affairs, Hong Zhuang, don't persuade me anymore, hahahaha..."
"Dong...dong...dong..."
"Qu Shuai..." Hong Jian wanted to persuade him again, but he had no choice but to give up when he heard the drumming outside.
The soldiers on duty received the general's order, turned around and ran to a broken drum nearby, picked up the drum and beat the broken drum. Not long after, the thieves, who were tall, strong, ferocious or ruthless, came to the meeting hall and stood for a long time...
In the Hutuo River Valley, the meeting log hall was crowded with people, and in the main cave in the Pingtang Valley, there were equally crowded people, filling the entire cave.
Zhang Sheng, who had changed his clothes and walked out of the inner cave, was a little dazed when he saw this formation.
Yesterday, there were many empty seats in the cave. Why was it suddenly overcrowded today?
"Lang Jun, Chief Sun and the others have already selected the deputy corps commander and other commanders, and they have brought them all over this time." Huzi who was following behind made an explanation for Zhang Sheng, and he suddenly realized.
OK, efficient enough.
The cave that was noisy just now became quiet after Zhang Sheng came out.
Familiar faces were full of excitement. Today is the time to talk about "Wu Sun Tzu's Art of War". This was decided yesterday. I wonder what story the commander-in-chief can bring to them today?
The faces of the new faces were full of excitement. In the past, they always listened to the stories relayed by the corps commander, but they always felt that they lacked some meaning. Today, I could finally hear the story told by the commander.
Zhang Sheng stood on a half-height stone platform specially built for him.
"Hello, brothers, hahahaha, today we are going to talk about "Sun Tzu's Art of War". Do you want to hear it?" Zhang Sheng asked with a smile.
"Want to hear..."
There was a loud answer in the cave, and Zhang Sheng felt a dull pain in his eardrums. He suddenly felt that he had to change his plan and make some mistakes. Otherwise, if these thieves always answered in such a uniform manner, his ears would be deafened sooner or later. .
"Haha, it's okay if you want to hear the story, but you have to answer a question first. Does anyone know how many chapters there are in "The Art of War"?"
After Zhang Sheng asked, he realized that he was in the wrong place.
After a breath of silence, the cave turned into a hornet's nest. In order to hear the story as soon as possible, the thieves began to ask their companions around them. The cave was filled with buzzing noises.
"Quiet...quiet...if you make any more noise, today's story will be cancelled." Zhang Sheng, who had a head as big as a bucket, quickly pressed down with his hands to stop the buzzing.
"Knowing the answer does not count. Of course, you can do it if you want to. First think about the consequences if you don't do it right." Zhang Sheng gave a rule. He didn't want these thieves to take advantage of the loopholes.
At this time, the cave became quiet. All the thieves turned their heads and looked around, hoping that someone would stand up and answer the question so that they could continue to listen to the story.
Quiet and quiet again!
Seeing this situation, Zhang Sheng felt a little disappointed.
After all, thieves are thieves. Most of them are born at the bottom of society. They are either common people who cannot survive or are slaves and tenants. All they care about in a day is nothing more than a meal and whether they can live. At most, they can only dream about marrying a wife. My little girl is carrying on the family line, how can she have time to study and become literate?
Moreover, even if they want to read and write, the vast majority of people will go to the classics and history collections, because only those things can change their social class. Who is likely to read something like Sun Tzu's Art of War?
As written in "The Romance", Mr. Guan kept reading "Spring and Autumn" at night without letting go of the scroll. Why? Gein Even if "Spring and Autumn" is a chronicle like a running account, if you study it and come up with some new ideas, you may write a book and make you famous, such as "Zuo Zhuan" "Gong Yang", "Gu Liang", I can't wait to have a life-and-death argument over a pile of emperor's urine and the flying recorded by the saint.
"alright……"
"A total of thirteen articles in total."
Just when Zhang Sheng was getting ready to continue today's story, a weak voice sounded in the quiet cave.
Zhang Sheng stopped talking. This is a bit interesting. Is there an unexpected surprise today?
If you are looking for someone, you must find him!
Zhang Sheng's eyes swept around the cave, and when the thieves stretched their necks to look around, a voice sounded again in the cave.
"Xu An, don't be confused, be careful of Zhang Shuai hitting you with his military stick..."
