Thinking of the unknown and powerful secret skills, Yang Lin felt hot in his heart.
After making an excuse, he went into the bedroom, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and silently thought about the trial in his mind.
A full 500 points of martial luck were burned, a huge energy rushed into the soul, and there was a change before his eyes.
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"Famous teachers and generals should not keep themselves in prison, and thousands of troops should avoid white robes."
This poem suddenly appeared in my mind.
Then, the memories rolled back and he knew who he was now.
He was a general of Liang in the Southern Dynasty.
Chen Qingzhi.
Later generations called him the "white-robed general".
At the age of 41, Chen Qingzhi joined the army, led troops in battle, took advantage of holidays, and learned about military affairs. He led 2,000 miscellaneous troops, wiped out the 20,000 Suolu army in one battle, and captured Shouchun.
Then, outside Xingyang City, 3,000 Han troops faced off against 300,000 Xianbei troops, defeating the enemy and winning.
For the last time, he led 7,000 white-robed troops in the Northern Expedition and defeated 500,000 captives. The soldiers and civilians of the Northern Wei Dynasty were so defeated that they avoided seeing white-robed troops.
With 7,000 white-robed troops wearing shrouds and refusing to return, they almost destroyed Wei and unified the Central Plains.
It is a pity that the Southern Dynasty was lagging behind. There was no main force to come to the rescue, and there was no supply of food and grass. Moreover, there were also bad rumors.
Therefore, Chen Qingzhi retreated with hatred. On the way, he encountered a flash flood and all 7,000 white-robed men who were crossing the river drowned. He only escaped with his own life.
Return to the court.
From then on, Chen Qingzhi went into seclusion completely, never led an army again, and died of old age on his bed.
In the last battle of that year, he fought 47 times from south to north with 7,000 men, attacking 32 cities. He was invincible and moved forward in an invincible manner.
On one occasion, he even used 3,000 to annihilate 200,000 Wei troops, stormed into Hulao, and captured Luoyang.
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This is simply a "myth", and I don't even dare to write it like this.
After reviewing some of the information in his memory, Yang Lin opened his mouth wide, not knowing how to hide the shock in his heart.
The time period he is currently in is Chen Qingzhi's last battle, the Northern Expedition.
That is to say, he led 7,000 people from south to north and broke through 32 cities in a row to attack Luoyang.
Well, he stood at the beginning of the oath of war.
From the first fight.
The current body was born from a poor family, and was a scholar before Emperor Wu of Liang ascended the throne. He only played chess with him when he had nothing to do, and did some record-keeping work.
He has never practiced martial arts, doesn't know how to shoot an arrow, and doesn't lead many troops. He is at most a Confucian general.
As a result, the results achieved by such a person are simply blinding.
So why should he?
Okay, next, Yang Lin began to experience Chen Qingzhi's tough life.
With 7,000 white-robed troops, he began to engage the enemy and attack the city.
Then, at the foot of the first city, they fell into the street.
Not only was the army dispersed, but he himself was shot to death by a stray arrow and had his head chopped off by Suolu to receive the reward.
In fact, with his current status, he is destined to be unable to use his own martial arts.
If you say you are a Confucian general, you can naturally only watch and command, but you can never do it yourself.
Slowly, Yang Lin figured out the key to it. He was able to win occasionally in field battles and captured one or two cities.
Then, with hundreds of white-robed troops left, they plunged into a dead end.
Dead and alive again, alive and dead again.
Yang Lin didn't know how many times he had died on this battlefield.
All he knew was that he had almost memorized the names of the barbarian leaders on the opposite side and the 7,000 people under their command, but he still had not conquered the third city.
"The gap is a bit big."
Yang Lin was a little ashamed.
The work of fighting is indeed not done by humans.
He was extremely frustrated...
He has a powerful force, but he can't use it. He can only beat him here and there with all his strength.
The difference in strength between the two sides was too great. Even if he used all the military books and strategies he had read intentionally or unintentionally, he would only be able to win three with one at best.
I can't understand at all how the original Chen Qingzhi managed to fight 47 times in a row and attack 32 cities?
After dying hundreds of times, Yang Lin was able to do it, had his head chopped off, and was still interested in studying the bows on the braids of the Xianbei people who killed him, he finally understood.
A mythical battle, of course, has mythical talents and skills.
Can see through the fog of war, see through the changes in reality and reality, and see the only weakness.
This is the hidden talent of my body.
That is the secret skill.
It doesn't require too much advanced military knowledge.
In fact, even if you have a lot of knowledge and a good military skills, it will be difficult to win if the military strength is too different.
Because sometimes the battlefield is a place where luck depends.
You can't guarantee that you won't encounter a single unfortunate incident in 47 wars and countless sieges.
A stone on the battlefield.
A stray arrow shot from the city wall might kill him.
The northern Solu army is powerful, a hundred times more numerous than our own. If anyone is not careful, the whole army will be annihilated.
Therefore, he cannot make a single mistake. He must be precise at every point and every person, attack the weak points directly, and defeat the enemy in one blow.
Even, take all accidents into consideration.
This is the "mind's eye trick".
The mind is powerful and the intuition is amazing.
Everything on the battlefield is like seeing it in person.
When Yang Lin's eyebrows ached and his heart became clear.
It was as if he saw time stand still at that moment.
He saw the distribution of all the troops on both sides of the battlefield, and also saw what he had to do so that he could be invincible, kill the enemy leader, and defeat the enemy in one battle.
He is even sure that his troops will always be in a situation where more troops will fight against fewer troops.
From the battle situation, to the strength of the troops, to the enemy's weaknesses, everything is under control.
Everything is as clear as the lines on the palm of your hand.
Moreover, he can intuitively choose the most correct direction and route, so that he is always safe.
Even though he didn't have any martial arts skills, he never died once from then on.
When he went through 47 battles, defeated 32 cities in a row, broke through Hulao, and stood in the palace, it felt like a lifetime ago.
"If I were Chen Qingzhi, as long as I raise the flag and recruit troops, I can immediately rebuild the Central Plains, stretch across the north and south, and become a true emperor for the ages."
"The military power is so powerful that it can reach the other side of the mountain, the other side of the sea, and directly plant the flag on the other side of the earth."
"Unfortunately, I am not Chen Qingzhi."
"This era does not need Chen Qingzhi, and that era actually did not need me."
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When Yang Lin opened his eyes, he felt his soul was clear.
The city of Shanghai, which in the past seemed prosperous and confusing, was now extremely bright and clear.
He can see the hidden dangers of his own family, and he can also see the future of Jingwu Sect.
He also saw clearly the intentions of the British and French, and the Japanese's fangs hidden under their smiles.
Even the state of the Xinhui, where one has the same mind but different virtues, splits at any time, and each has his or her own selfish intentions, I can vaguely understand it.
History, in his heart, is no longer confused.
Indeed, in this era, I am actually redundant.
As long as you watch quietly, you can see the torrent of a changing era rolling by.
There will be a new heaven in the world.
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Once a skill is learned, it may seem valuable or not.
After spending five hundred points of martial arts luck, I got a secret skill that seemed to be indescribably powerful.
It is indeed worthy of the savings I have consumed.
However, what made Yang Lin unwilling was.
This skill is not as useful to me as I imagined.
The force value is still so strong.
There are still seventy-one years and eleven months left in longevity.
Whatever it is, it's still something.
It's like having a sweet dream in vain.
"Would it be better to go to the battlefield and conquer a big dynasty?"
As soon as this thought arose, he felt a coldness between his brows, as if a disaster was imminent.
There seemed to be a giant eye in the sky, staring at him.
"That's all."
Yang Lin shook his head and stopped thinking about such things.
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Rested at home for a day.
He finally remembered his duty.
Then, I discovered that there is no such thing as responsibility.
As the owner of the museum, it can be said that he exists in name only but in reality.
Jingwu Sect is no longer the original Jingwu Sect.
It has become empty.
Seven or eight big cats and kittens were practicing basic skills there.
Everyone else is gone.
Nong Jinsun sat under the big tree with a sad face, drinking cup after cup of tea.
Huo Yuanjia lay on the recliner and took a nap. Xiao Hui sat beside him, fanning him quietly.
This place, I don’t know when it started, slowly turned into a nursing home.
It is not the Jingwu Sports Association that was in full swing, a powerful country and a strong breeding force.
"What happened?"
Yang Lin was confused.
