"Actually, many of the suggestions you just made have merit. Belika, your shortcoming is the timing."
"The army is setting out, and it consumes a lot of money and food every day. There is no such thing as timing, so we have to create it ourselves. Waiting for the opportunity means being led by others."
"Ran Jing, your idea is good, and it suits my taste very well. Those who can lead troops are called generals, and those who can lead generals are called handsome. Your vision determines your future achievements. In fact, I am very optimistic about you. I I hope your achievements in the future will not be limited to being a military commander."
Ran Jing nodded in understanding, as expected of General Yang. Although he didn't fully understand what he said, he still felt it was awesome.
"Mile..."
Mi Le's eyes widened and she looked at him expectantly.
Yang Gan covered his head and said helplessly, "Read more books and military books when you have time. If you don't understand, just ask Ran Jing."
"General, when can I borrow those military books you wrote last time?" Ran Jing asked in a low voice.
Yang Qian understood that Ran Jing was eyeing my collection of books and rolled his eyes at him, "My collection of books is in the room. You can go and see it yourself. Oh~~~ By the way, you can't take it out after you look at it." And it can’t get dirty.”
"promise!"
"Everyone has dispersed. Let me be alone for a while~~~!" After sending everyone away, Yang Qian kept pacing back and forth.
"Damn it, bastard, such a good opportunity, if the Huns don't suffer heavy losses this time, can these 50,000 troops be stronger than the 400,000 cavalry?"
Suddenly Yang Gan's ears twitched and he asked doubtfully, "Who is at the stairs?"
"It's me." Krisna walked up.
"Oh? Didn't I tell you to disperse?"
Krisna took off her shoes and walked over, showing a rare hint of embarrassment: "I, I..."
Normally, she would have been a man if she didn't tell her where she was from. But now she's acting like a little girl. Yang Qian laughed and said, "Why?"
Her eyebrows are thin and thick, her long burgundy hair hangs down to her waist, and her red lips are not as big as those of traditional Europeans. On the contrary, they are very well-proportioned.
With a fair complexion and slightly red ears, Yang Gan was surprised to find that Krisna was actually quite beautiful. This was the first time he saw her looking shy.
"I want to learn to fight from you and fight like the people of Xia."
"Is it any different from fighting over there?"
When it came to fighting, Krisna's eyes instantly turned red and she said excitedly, "The difference is huge. When we fight there, we just fight hard. There are not too many twists and turns. It's basically just do it if you don't accept it. Let's see who can fight the best."
In the past, Krisna admired this kind of fighting method. The short sword cut the enemy's skin and the spear pierced the enemy's body.
The sprayed blood condenses into medals of bravery. This is the Spartans' favorite way of fighting.
No, not only Sparta, but almost all nearby countries fought in this way. When Krisna saw the war commanded by Yang Gan.
I just feel that this is not war, this is art. Even the king of war in his mother country cannot do this step like Yang Qian.
Yang Gan sat back on the desk and pointed to the opposite side. Krisna sat down and the hot air curled up, and the water kept rolling in the cauldron.
Yang Qian likes this kind of gimmick, it feels like a show-off, and this is so cool.
After pouring tea for Krisna, she said, "It's actually not that difficult. Although you speak our language more fluently, you still know little about the culture."
"You have to understand our history and culture, and you also have to start with the equipment and military structure."
"It's a pity that your war model has a huge flaw. If we have the same number of people and the same equipment, your country is no match for our Central Plains princes. We, the Central Plains princes, can easily defeat your tactics."
Yang Qian was very disdainful of the kind of warfare in ancient Europe. He felt that it was similar to the urban warfare here, and it was not like a battle between countries at all.
"Then tell me, what's the difference?"
"Look more, think more, do more, and experience it carefully. Let me know the difference yourself."
Krisna was stunned, thinking that Yang Qian could tell it himself, but who would have thought that he would let it go.
Seeing Krisna preparing to escape, Yang Gan stopped her, thought for a moment and said, "Go, call Ran Jing and Fujiko Jin over here."
"good!!!"
It takes a while.
"Tap tap tap~~~!"
The two walked up.
"Ran Jing, it doesn't matter if you stay up late at night to read the book of war, but now I have a very important task for you."
"General, please speak."
"The method we used to train the Polu Army must be learned by all the border guards. By the way, not only the lower-level soldiers, but also the school officers and generals, all must learn it, including Tian Zong."
Yang Qian was righteous and stern, leaving no room for bargaining.
"Understood!" Then Ran Jing hesitated, "General Yang, I, I'm just an ordinary soldier now. Our entire Polu army has almost no school officers, so I'm afraid it won't be easy to manage."
Yang Gan took out an edict from the bookshelf with a smile and threw it to Ran Jing casually, "Eighteen tribes of the Xiongnu were exterminated. The soldiers deserved the most credit. The emperor also sent a document to the Xian. Go ahead and make the appointment. This will help." Add some prestige.”
Ran Jing shrank his head and almost dropped the edict on the ground in fright. He thought it was just an ordinary document. Who would have thought it was the edict from the king.
Ran Jing cupped his hands and walked outside. Not long after, the sound of drum beating could be heard on the school grounds.
As soon as Ran Jing left, Fujiko Jin couldn't still sit still. His whole body seemed to have been stripped of its skeleton and collapsed. He also joked, "Hey, isn't this General Zhenbei? Why do you have time to meet a merchant like me?" .”
"Hey, isn't this the hero Fujiko Jin? He has a bigger air than me, General Zhenbei."
"Hey, General Yang, you are so proud now, and your whole body is radiating light."
"Hey, Teng Da Merchant, you must be feeling unwell now."
Fujiko Shin sat up and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
"Itchy skin."
.......
Fujiko Jin smiled awkwardly, "If you have any questions, just tell me."
"Send at least ten caravans to all the tribes in the grassland to spread rumors."
"What rumors?"
"The Xiongnu Chanyu wants to get rid of the Xianwang of the Left and establish the next Xiongnu Chanyu as the Xianwang of the Right."
Fujiko Jin was a little confused, "Does this have any effect?"
Yang Gan did not answer directly, but instead said something that had nothing to do with what he had just said, "The Xiongnu has a captain of ten thousand men named Hunxie Ada. You can get in touch with him."
Fujiko Jin pursed his lips, "If you still ask me to go to the Huns, I will die miserably."
"No, it's absolutely safe for you to go now."
"Why do you say that? Even though you persuaded King Zuo Xian to retreat, the Xiongnu must be very hostile to the Xia people who killed eighteen of their tribes. Going there would be like committing suicide."
Yang Qian picked up the tea and took a sip. His eyes narrowed. The tea-frying technology in Zhuangzi was getting better and better.
"Before a storm comes, the weather is always extremely calm. The trees want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. I planted a thorn on King Zuo Xian."
"The purpose of your visit is to plant a thorn in King Youxian's body. The more firewood is added to the stove, the result will be that the fire will either go out directly or burn more and more."
Fujiko Jin immediately reacted and said suddenly, "Are you talking about creating a calm environment ourselves?"
Yang Gan had a smart look on his face, "Yes, no matter what, I don't like to be led by others. Waiting is always the most helpless way. I like to take the initiative."
Fujiko Jin covered his head and kept sighing, feeling that the road ahead was bumpy. "Remember to collect the body for me."
"Humph, why are you so timid? How can you do big things with me in the future?"
Yang Qian shook his head impatiently and said in detail, "Actually, you don't need to say anything when you go, you just do business normally. King Xian of the Left will definitely go back earlier than you and did not attack us. The Chan Yu will be furious. King Xian of the Right will definitely go back." I will ask you about things..."
"Then, I will tell King You Xian about the story of the city's performance."
Yang Qian twitched the corner of his mouth, shook his head and sighed, "Talent."
Fujiko Shin's eyes lit up and he said happily, "I also think I am a talent."
"How can you tell whether you are really stupid or pretending to be stupid? You can only talk about the general situation, but you can never talk about what you saw."
"Why?"
"Tsk~~ You told King Youxian directly in detail. You might as well just say it directly and just stand on the top of the city and watch the battle. Hey, you are a merchant. Do you really think you are a general?" Yang Gan looked helpless. said.
Fujiko Jin was shocked, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.
Yes, as soon as I went there, I told you everything I knew. King Youxian was not a bad person. He knew there was a problem as soon as he heard it. It was really a life and death dilemma at that time.
"Okay, let's go down and get ready. We'll leave in just a couple of days."
"Are you too anxious?" Fujiko Jin still wants to have fun for a while. He has barely had a break since meeting Yang Gan.
"Afraid? I'm really convinced by you. Do you know that if I can defeat the Xiongnu in one fell swoop, it will be equivalent to removing one-third of the strength of the grassland. Even if the other tribes are added together, I can divide them. It's not enough. fear."
Yang Qian had an angry look on his face, and he was so anxious that he had bubbles at the corners of his mouth, but he still looked calm.
After Fujiko Jin left, Yang Qian was lying on the floor with his arms and legs spread out. He didn't know what dynasty this era corresponded to in his previous life.
In some important rooms, you usually have to take off your shoes, but the floors are quite clean.
Yang Gan was helpless. They were just a group of old men. Once they took off their shoes, the smell was really enough.
After resting for a while, Yang Gan walked downstairs like a carp, and suddenly thought of something more important.
Arriving at the blacksmith shop, Yang Qian shouted at the top of his voice, "Master Ouye, I have something to discuss."
After a while, Ou Yexia, holding a big cattail leaf fan in his hand, hurriedly walked out, cupped his hands and said with a smile, "General Yang, what's the matter?"
"Ah ha, Master Ouye, are you dissatisfied with me?"
