Han Bing summoned Guo Chuanlin to enter the city together, and specifically chose Qin's house in the west of the city to stay, which was only a stone's throw away from the residence of Zhai Yun, the magistrate of Guliangcheng. Qin House was the family that was engaged in the jade business. Guo Chuanlin had used their kitchen to have a full meal, and Jiang Ermao's body was still rotting quietly in the well in the backyard.
Guo Chuanlin searched Qin's house inside and out, but found no trace of the father and daughter. They probably felt that Qin's house was unsafe and found another place to hide. The water in which the dead had been immersed could no longer be drunk. He pushed down a rockery in the corner, threw the stones into the well, and buried them firmly. He patted the loose soil off his body, carried a pole and bucket, and went to the street to fetch water. He made several trips back and forth. , filled with a seven-stone vat.
Zhang Biliang led two cooks to Qin's house and presented two food boxes with exquisite wine and food, including meat and vegetables, for Mr. Han to enjoy. After entering Guliang City, he led his troops to occupy a restaurant, escorted the chef to work hard, and prepared the two food boxes. It was obvious that he had put in a lot of effort. Han Bing nodded slightly. Although he was used to being a stoic, he also I’m not opposed to occasional bites.
Han Bing didn't have a big appetite, so he picked a few wines and dishes to taste. Guo Chuanlin held the disciple's ceremony and handed Han Bing a hot towel as soon as he put down his chopsticks. Han Bing wiped his face, took the bowl he offered, scraped the floating tea leaves with the lid, and took a sip. The tea was boiled just right, and a sweet yet astringent taste penetrated his heart and spleen. He breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed physically and mentally.
Seeing that he was in a good mood, Guo Chuanlin humbly asked for advice: "Mr. Han, there is one thing I don't understand about this attack on Guliang City."
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"After the city is defeated, is it necessary to massacre the city?"
Han Bing glanced at him and said with a smile: "You can't bear it?"
"If you don't die here, you die there. In troubled times, human life is worth less than an ant. I have seen with my own eyes that during famine, people are like two-legged sheep. Parents eat their children, and their husbands eat their wives. I just feel that Han The gentleman must have a purpose in doing this."
Han Bing gently stroked his palms to express his approval and said: "If you don't die here, die there, you said it very well. Massacre of the city will hurt Tianhe, mostly because the attack on the city is unfavorable, the casualties are too heavy, and the troops are vented to vent their anger. It is not enough. But this time the situation is different. Firstly, Zhao Shuai's troops are a ragtag group, not regular troops leading the army. They are drilled strictly and enforced with strict orders and prohibitions, just like a bowstring that is tightened all day long. They must be given a way to vent their anger. This is the first purpose of massacre."
Guo Chuanlin had a deep understanding of this. Since Han Bing became the commander-in-chief's adviser, he has reorganized his troops vigorously and resolutely, changing his past connivance. Even Zhao Huan, the eldest son of Zhao Commander, severely punished forty army sticks for disobeying military orders. He was beaten to death, with only half his life left. From now on, the soldiers in the camps will fear Han soldiers more than Zhao Shuai.
Han Bing took a sip of tea and added: "The second purpose of the massacre is to shock people's hearts. Guliang City has always been a place where Hu and Han people live together, where thieves run rampant and the folk customs are fierce and difficult to tame. Being gentle is tantamount to showing weakness. Only by first establishing prestige by killing and decisive means, and then extending favors, can we establish a firm foothold and control the overall situation. This method is extremely effective outside the customs, but inside the customs, massacre of the city will provoke popular rebellion and lose the support of the people. "
Guo Chuanlin's eyes were clear and he nodded to express his understanding.
Han Bing was very satisfied with his understanding and continued to follow the instructions: "There is a saying in the art of war: 'To advance eastward to the Central Plains, you must capture Jia Pass. If you want to capture Jia Pass, you must first conquer Guliang.' If you want to capture the Central Plains, Jia Pass is a way to advance, retreat, and attack." Basically, Marshal Zhao saw this, so he gave it a go and attacked Guliang City with all his strength."
"The commander's next step is to attack the gate?"
"It's not easy to attack Jiaguan! Jiaguan is the key to the northwest of the imperial court. It guards the chokepoint. It is connected to Songling to the west, Juejian to the east, Yigeling to the south, and Henghe River to the north. The terrain is dangerous, the road is narrow, and it is known that it is difficult to drive. Square rails are known as "horses without bridles". Moreover, the imperial court has a large number of troops stationed in Jiaguan. There are more than two hands of strong generals who can be named. With the few soldiers Zhao Shuai has on hand, they can all trample them. Don’t even take a step into the gate!”
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Although there was no ceremony of apprenticeship, Han Bing accepted the student in acquiescence. He felt that Guo Chuanlin was a rare talent. After official duties, he squeezed out time to teach him to read military books and practice Qingcheng School's martial arts. Deep in his heart, there was another obscure thought. Although Zhao Bohai was an outstanding figure among the rebels, he was still in his early fifties. In seven or eight years at most, his blood would be exhausted and he would inevitably become comatose. His son Zhao Huan is so stubborn that if no one rises up, the rebels will be just rebels and will never succeed. He deliberately cultivated Guo Chuanlin and replaced him with Zhao Bohai, aiming to conquer the Central Plains and compete in the world.
Qingcheng School's martial arts is divided into three sects: boxing, swordsmanship, and internal skills. They follow a step-by-step process. You should first practice boxing to strengthen your muscles and bones. After you are successful in boxing, you can then practice internal skills to warm up your energy and spirit. When the internal skills have a certain degree of heat, you can then learn swordsmanship. . Step by step, although the foundation is solid, it takes too long. Some Qingcheng disciples with mediocre qualifications, who have only just mastered swordsmanship from black hair to white hair, are not as good as Leng Touqing from the Huashan School who has practiced swordsmanship for seven or eight years. Han Bing found another way and thought of a quick fix. He first taught Guo Chuanlin the sword technique, and planned to wait for him to have some success in the sword technique, and then practice internal skills and mental techniques from the outside to the inside.
On this day, the night was as cold as water and everything was silent. In the backyard of Qin's house, Guo Chuanlin stood tall with a sharp sword in hand, bathing in the clear light. He thought about the Qingcheng School's Songfeng Sword Technique from beginning to end, took a deep breath, stretched his limbs, and assumed one ugly posture after another. He has already missed the best age for practicing swordsmanship. His joints are stiff and his arms and legs are stiff. Even Han Bing admitted that foreign skills such as halberd, whip, boring and hammering are more suitable for him, and he can get twice the result with half the effort while practicing swordsmanship.
No matter how good he is at outer martial arts, he can't compare to Qin Zhong, a fierce general with natural supernatural power. Guo Chuanlin has a stoic heart and is determined to go all the way to the dark side. He practices the Songfeng Sword Technique over and over again until he is sweating profusely. Drenched and exhausted, I stopped. He walked around the backyard dozens of times. When his sweat dried slightly and his breathing became smooth, he returned to the house to rest. He hurriedly wiped himself and fell on the bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, he fell into a dreamland, snoring up and down, and fell into a dark sleep.
In the middle of the night, the snoring suddenly stopped. Guo Chuanlin suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were deep, and countless stars were flickering. Wei Qiyi woke up from his breath and invaded the spiritual platform easily. He used his eyes to look at this place. world. Traces of the past, seals of the present world, and shadows of the future. Wei Shiqi borrowed a ray of energy to calculate the future of the Ganges sands and determined that the Miluo Town Divine Seal would fall in this world. The only way to capture this "shadow of the future" "Only in this way can the spirituality of Taichu be suppressed and the treasure of suppressing the Tao be subdued.
With his spiritual thoughts occupying the spiritual platform, Guo Chuanlin had no secrets. Wei Shiqi knew everything, every thought, every word, every line. This body is too weak to support his spiritual thoughts for a long time, let alone emerge from the sky, stand at the pinnacle of this world, and hold the Miluo God Seal. There is no need to be anxious. He must wait patiently, just like waiting for a baby to grow up. But before that, you might as well give him a gentle push and give him a deeply hidden opportunity.
