Evening (3)

What to do? Wen Tianxiang thought wistfully.

The enthusiasm of the scholars alone could not save the Great Song Dynasty, and the battle of southern Gan had proved this truth with blood.

With advanced weapons? Those weapons that can be made in the Yellow Cliff Cave are estimated to be impossible for their own army to make for a while. Even if they were made, it would be difficult to stop these weapons from spreading to the hands of the Northern Yuan.

With the quality of a soldier? The constitution of the rebels who ate bran and the Mongol warriors who robbed houses were not the same.

With morale? At present, the morale of all walks of life in the entire Great Song Dynasty is almost zero. The 2,000 remnants of the Baizhang Ridge are facing almost a dead end.

If Wen Zhong were faced with this situation, what would he do?

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, as if there were a pair of hands, clearing the fog and placing a path in front of Wen Tianxiang. In an instant, a layer of excitement flushed across his face.

Will you do what I say? The blush dissipated, and a cold surface rose in the depths of Wen Tianxiang's heart. Many of these things in Wen Zhong's thinking are not in line with the etiquette of the Great Song Dynasty, and even subvert the tradition. In normal times, Wen Tianxiang himself couldn't accept it, so this inner struggle was so painful.

It is easy to break the mountain thief, but it is difficult to break the heart. For a while, cold sweat soaked Wen Tianxiang's back again.

What is the way to make the generals not resist, what way to make the soldiers accept, what way to make the world Confucianism and the people of the world accept?

If you really do it according to Wen Zhong's thinking, you may not only face the enemy of Beiyuan. If you don't get it right, you will be the enemy of the whole world, and your reputation will be ruined!

Wen Tianxiang seems to see the pen of the world's readers, and they are killing a rebel together. This rebellion was once the idol in the hearts of scholars, and the representative of perfection in science.

But so what, if you can no longer bend your knees under the iron hooves of Mongolia, even if you are crushed to pieces, what is there to fear? A smile appeared at the corner of Wen Tianxiang's mouth, although there are tens of millions of people, I will go!

"Lord Wen won't be okay anymore, doesn't it seem that the situation is right today"? Hiding under the old tree at the entrance of the tent, the careful scribe Xiao Zi gently pulled the sleeve of Laduhu's coat, pointed to Wen Tianxiang, who was happy and worried in the tent, and asked in a low voice.

Du Hu shook his head and motioned with his gaze for Xiao Zi to continue observing. He saw all the disappointment on Wen Tianxiang's face just now, and at this juncture, he must not let Master Wen have an accident. Suddenly, Du Hu felt that his palms were a little cold, and sweat had unconsciously soaked into his palms.

Prime Minister Wen in the tent opened his eyes again and looked out, his eyes were blazing, as if he had penetrated the darkness and saw an infinitely bright future. Suddenly, he stood up, walked over to the armory rack made of tree branches, and drew his sword. Resolutely waved it at himself.

"No", Du Hu and Xiao Zi shouted in unison, desperately running into the tent, and a figure rushed into the tent faster than them.

Where is there still time, Wen Tianxiang's hand was raised, and half of his gray hair fell into Xiaofeng.

"My lord, what do you mean by this", Xiao Zi hugged Wen Tianxiang's arm tightly, and tears flowed out at once. Just now he thought that Wen Tianxiang was going to commit suicide, the seven souls were scared away six ways, and the little attention left was all condensed on the arms holding Wen Tianxiang.

"My lord, do you want to abandon the Great Song Dynasty and ignore it, abandon everyone and ignore it", Du Hu shouted angrily, people's hair and skin, subject to their parents, and destroying it is unfilial. The Song people attached great importance to etiquette, and those who broke their hair were usually monks who escaped into Buddhism, and had nothing to do with Hongchen. He knew that the battle situation was disappointing, but he didn't expect Wen Tianxiang to be desperate to this extent.

"I'm not ......", Wen Tianxiang was made to cry and laugh by Du and Xiao, and he was about to explain, Zhang Tang, the leader of the rebel army who was the first to rush in to stop him from "committing suicide", had already shouted angrily, "Xiong, our rebels in Jiangxi are still waiting for Lord Wen to raise troops against the Yuan again, but I didn't expect that the adult is a wreck who will admit the bear after losing once." Isn't there just no soldiers, no soldiers can be recruited again, and no weapons can be grabbed in the hands of the Tartars. What do you do when you leave home like this? It is better to surrender, so that we can replace the wives and children, so that they will not suffer."

Listening to Zhang Tang's scolding, Wen Tianxiang laughed instead of being angry. He broke off Xiao Zi's arm, handed the sword into the hand of Du Hu, who was staring at him, found a seat, and sat down with a smile. Shaking his head, which was missing half of his hair, he explained, "My broken hair is broken hair, not a monk, what are you anxious about." Guiqing, do me a favor and shave the other half of my hair for me. The humidity is heavy, and it keeps me cool."

"This"? Du Hu and Du Guiqing hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "It turns out that the prime minister is determined to invent his will, and I am reckless." Apologetically stepped forward and gently cut off the rest of Wen Tianxiang's hair with his sword.

"Yes, if you break your will and don't restore the mountains and rivers of the Han family, Wen will never accumulate hair." Wen Tianxiang smiled, Du Hu understood it best. Whether he understands it or not, whether he is deceived or deceitful, or by virtue of the coercion of the prime minister's official position, within three days, he must make all the men in the army shave their hair, which is the first step for the survival of this team in Baizhang Lingjian.

"If you don't have the mountains and rivers of the Great Song Dynasty, you will never grow your hair. The prime minister cut it, and I cut it too", the scribe Xiao Zi was shocked, moved a grass ball and knelt beside Wen Tianxiang, took off his hat, and stretched his clean hair to Du Hu. Du Hu, who was still cleaning up Wen Tianxiang's residual hair, smiled, sped up his hand, and in a blink of an eye, he also cut Xiao Zi into a bald scoop.

Du Hu is the youngest son of former Prime Minister Du Fan, who was a ranger when he was a teenager and learned some martial arts. He has slashed countless Tartars with a three-foot sword, but he never thought of using his sword skills to give people a haircut. After dealing with Xiao Zi's hair, Fang shook his head and smiled bitterly at self-deprecation, and Zhang Tang, who had a loud voice, also leaned over his fleshy head, "Shave us too, the prime minister will lose his hair, we will also fall, if we don't drive away the Mongols, we will never grow hair."

"I shaved my hair, not just for Mingzhi", knowing that the first step of the plan was successfully implemented, Wen Tianxiang quietly breathed a sigh of relief, touched his bald head, and said to Zhang Tang, who was getting a haircut, "Shaving my hair is for military training."

"Training", Du Hu's hand trembled, and he almost made a small cut on Zhang Tang's scalp, and before he could apologize, Zhang Tang stared at his big eyes like cowbells, and asked angrily: "How to practice the law, do you have to shave your head?"

"It's better to shave off, if someone is reluctant, forget it, let him return to his hometown", Wen Tianxiang nodded, and slowly explained to a few people. "Do you remember the battle of the empty pit that day, although General Gong Xin had few soldiers in his hands, he was not inferior to the Mongols in terms of momentum."

Agitating, pointing, and channeling, Wen Tianxiang introduced the three of them into the rhetoric he had set up step by step. Du Hu is his friend in life and death, Xiao Zi is his personal staff, Zhang Tang is a hot-blooded hero, and if the three of them are explained, the work of the generals can be done slowly and expand their influence little by little.

I don't know what Wen Tianxiang is thinking, when it comes to Gong Xin, Du Hu and the others are a little gloomy. Gong Xin was the only orthodox officer in Wen Tianxiang's subordinate who was born in the army. During the counterattack on Ganzhou, Wen Tianxiang once allocated 5,000 people's troops for Gong Xin to lead, but Gong Xin refused with a sentence of "this generation is tiring", and only brought his own 1,000 Jianghuai tribes. At that time, Zhang Tang also scolded Gong Xin for looking down on people, but now it seems that what Gong Xin said is not completely wrong, more than a dozen civilian armies, the momentum is huge, and the combat effectiveness is indeed extremely poor. When you win, you are like a swarm of bees, but when you lose, you are like a flock of sheep.

"If you weren't busy attacking the city and plundering the land that day, and learning the way of military training from General Gong, you wouldn't have been defeated so badly. It's a pity, now that we are willing to learn, General Gong has become a ghost for thousands of years", Zhang Tang sighed. At that time, the army was raised, and everyone was enthusiastic. But enthusiasm is enthusiastic, and there are indeed few who can withstand the three attacks of the Yuan army without giving up their blades and fleeing. It is not easy for his men and horses to be defeated without being defeated.

And Gong Xin on that day shook tens of thousands of opponents with more than 1,000 people.

"I'll teach you, if, you believe me", Wen Tianxiang stood up and patted Zhang Tang's shoulder as best he could.

"Okay", Zhang Tang stood up suddenly, Du Hu couldn't dodge, and almost made another cut on his bald head that was about to be shaved. "Prime Minister's words, the brothers under my command, go to the wind, the fire, frown, they are bastards"!

"There is no need in the wind and fire, tomorrow will give you a day, all your people and horses will be shaved bald", Wen Tianxiang said with a smile, turned around and took out a few pages from the pile of papers, sorted out the order, and pieced them together, "This is the method of training troops that I have deduced from the martial arts in the past few days, although I am in a hurry, but it just echoes the current reality." The time left for us by the Tartars is indeed short."

"Cheng, everyone wants their lives in order to expel the Tartars, let alone shave their heads." Zhang Tang took the paper boldly, and when the prime minister personally taught him the method of military training, it was a lifetime of glory for this word to spread. Besides, even if the prime minister doesn't teach, the people under his command have to be refined, at least better than those Jianghuai brothers under Gong Xin. The Tartars slaughtered so many villages and towns in Jiangxi, and the matter of revenge fell on the remaining thousand people.

Wen Tianxiang nodded, took the sword in Du Hu's hand, gently shaved off a few short hairs on Zhang Tang's head that were not clean, and explained to everyone while shaving, "The elements of military training, the first thing is to let the soldiers do the order and prohibition, so to cultivate their spirit of obedience, shaving their heads and tidying up the appearance of the army is the first step ......."

The candle flame flickered, and Wen Tianxiang's mind flew back to the dream. Wen Zhong, a patriotic scholar, walked into the Eighth Route Army, followed a group of peasants with vegetable faces to train together, shaved their heads, ran, and practiced in the queue. He hoped that Zhang Tang's people's army could also do the same.

Xunzhou couldn't go, Wen Zhong remembered that after the battle of the empty pit, his experience was almost blank. Maybe after going to Xunzhou, he never fought a decent battle again. was pursued by the Mongols and suspected by Zhang Shijie, until he finally fell at the hands of Zhang Hongfan.

Since God used Wen Zhong's memory to stuff the things in the Huangya Cave to himself, then he has to Bo Yibo no matter what, for the sake of these people on Baizhang Ridge today, and for the fate of the Great Song Dynasty.

To turn a peasant into a soldier needs to go through the following necessary training, Wen Zhong's memory, and Wen Tianxiang's memory are mixed together, written in madness, and now it is sorted out, one by one, it is so clear:

First, shave your head and cultivate obedience and a sense of community.

Second, the physical examination, forget it, a total of these people, after the physical examination, it is estimated that it will be eliminated.

Third, pull the family to ease the atmosphere, this is what the military book says about undressing and pushing food with the soldiers, this is easy, and these generals under his command can do it.

Fourth, there are queues, weapons knowledge, fighting, crossing obstacles and other daily subjects.

Fifth, it is necessary to march and camp, guard common sense, basic tactics, and hypothetical enemy introduction.

Sixth, it is necessary to understand the duties of officers, common sense of weapons storage, military etiquette, and military law.

Among them, the duty of the soldier and the training of the platoon are the most important, and it is better not to do other subjects, these two must also be passed, they are determined, the cultivation of obedience to orders, when a soldier accepts a mortal task, he will not ask his superiors: why don't you go yourself?

Wen Tianxiang thought about it, and said these things one by one in a language that Du Hu and the others could understand, and occasionally wandered, and the sword made a small cut on Zhang Tang's head. Zhang Tang didn't realize it, and Du Hu and Xiao Zi didn't see it, they were all stunned. These training contents, which sound familiar, are things that they have never thought of or are not organized. In the Great Song Army, some regulations are similar to these training contents, but they are definitely not explained so clearly and clearly, and they do not mention a word about the gossip of heaven and earth. Just say how to do it, explain why it's done.

Du Hu has been following Wen Tianxiang for many years, and Xiao Zi can be regarded as a "veteran" who has been in the army for more than a year, plus Zhang Tang, the leader of the people's army, the three of you have a word, and I have a word, and Wen Tianxiang's training outline will be completed and completed. Some of the entries Du Hu thinks are inconsistent with the actual situation in the current army, and the wisdom of Zhang Tang, Xiao Zi and Wen Tianxiang can also find a way to deal with it. Xiao Zi took out a pen and paper, listened and took notes, and the four of them discussed, and it was not until dawn that they sorted out a complete training method. This revised program for military training is very different from the program compiled by Wen Tianxiang on the basis of Wen Zhong's memory, that is, it caters to the main purpose of the original program and also takes into account the current reality in the army.

After the outline was written, Du Hu's ten thousand troubles were also cut off by Zhang Tang's hands, and the four monks laughed at each other, and the disadvantages of the current soldiers were all ignored. Wen Tianxiang made it clear in the opening chapter of the "Outline of Military Training" that this method can not only train troops, but also train generals, and that the more than 2,000 remnants of soldiers in the mountains at present will be 2,000 generals in the future. As long as he gets the opportunity to get out of the Wuyi Mountains, he is still worried about turning Jiangnan upside down.

Hearing Wen Tianxiang's proud laughter, Liu Zijun, Chen Longfu, Xiao Mingzhe, Zou Wei and other generals all rushed over. Everyone cares about Prime Minister Wen's condition, and he slept half-dreamy and half-fishy in the middle of the night. As soon as I entered the tent, I saw four monks, and they were all shocked. With the experience of the previous night, Wen Tianxiang knew that everyone was going to misunderstand again, so he hurriedly repeated the purpose of his broken hair. Jiangxi

To appease the deputy envoy Zou Xun, who was suspicious, snatched the training outline from Xiao Zi's hand, looked at it roughly, and was silent for a while.

Zou Wei is a notoriously cheerful person, and since he and Wen Tianxiang joined forces, there has never been a situation where words are held in their stomachs. Seeing that he was silent at this moment, all the generals and others felt the difference. Zhang Tang was depressed, stretched out his hand and pushed Zou Wei, and asked loudly: "Lord Zou, do you think there is anything wrong with this training outline, you might as well say it, everyone has discussed it again, why hide it and learn from that girl."

Shaking his head, Zou Xun woke up like a dream, first made a gesture, confessed to everyone, and then sighed, "Brother Zhang misunderstood, where is there anything wrong, this strategy is appropriate." Zou just remembered what General Gong said that day, and he lost his mind for a while. If our army had obtained this book earlier, the situation on the Jiangnan West Road would not have been so erosive."

When everyone heard Zou Xun's words, they were all stunned. In the tent, Wen Tianxiang is the prime minister, Zou Xun is the deputy envoy to pacify, and Du Hu is the deputy envoy of the military department, and Du Hu is the deputy envoy to recruit the deputy envoy. But if you want soldiers but no soldiers, you want money but no money, and you can't use any strength with the ambition to serve the country.

Seeing that Zou Wei highly admired the training outline written by Prime Minister Wen all night, everyone passed it on and went through the entries one by one. If you don't look at it, the more you look at it, the more you can't put it down, and the more you look at it, the more shocked you become. Everyone has fought several battles with the Yuan army, knows that the march is difficult, and also knows that the combat effectiveness of the people's army is low, not only when they encounter the Mongol soldiers, but even if they meet the new annexed army of the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasty who are also Song people, they can only fight and leave when the number is equal. There were people who were determined to put their troops in order, but they didn't have time and couldn't think of a suitable way. And what Wen Tianxiang said in the training outline, almost every sentence said to their hearts, everyone knows that if according to the method of Prime Minister Wen Cheng, the remnants of the soldiers will be trained in Wuyi Mountain for a few months, although they dare not guarantee that all the soldiers have the combat effectiveness of the Yuejia army under Wu Mu back then, at least they will fight with the new annex army, and they will not be so embarrassed again.

"Prime Minister, a certain general thinks that this paragraph seems to be a little inappropriate", after discussing for a while, Liu Zijun secretly looked at Wen Tianxiang's face, pointed to a paragraph of text at the beginning, and raised doubts. He is a well-known fine person, and he was defeated in the empty pit, and it was thanks to him that he saved Wen Tianxiang's life. Thanks to him, he gathered his subordinates and scattered along the way, and everyone found such a place to live in Wuyi Mountain.

"Minzhang, it's okay to say it directly", Wen Tianxiang followed Liu Zijun's finger and looked over, and saw that Liu Zijun was referring to the paragraph he talked about in the second section of the opening chapter, 'Officers and soldiers are equal, civil and military are on par, and generals before the war can speak directly about the gains and losses of strategy'.

"Prime Minister, I have been ...... since Taizu", Xiao Mingzhe took over the conversation and reminded in a low voice. Since the founding of Taizu, the Great Song Dynasty has always emphasized literature over military force, and the status of civil servants is much higher than that of military generals. Even in Wen Tianxiang's army, generals from the ranks have always only been qualified to carry out orders, and as for how to fight and where to fight, officials who have always been from civilian backgrounds have the final say. Especially for a person like Xiao Mingzhe, who has a meritorious reputation, his status is even more superior. These are 300-year-old rules, and no one thinks it's wrong. Wen Tianxiang suddenly raised the status of a military general to the same level as a civilian today, and Xiao Mingzhe found it difficult to accept it for a while. And Liu Zijun thought more about whether this move would attract criticism from the Xing Dynasty and cause unnecessary trouble.

As expected, Wen Tianxiang smiled, waved his hand generously, and gave the answer that had been prepared for a long time, "Now, can you still tell whether you are a literati or a martial artist?" Besides, there are so many people now, and then they are divided into left and right, which is not interesting. If the army is defeated, all the people of the Great Song Dynasty will be slaves of the Mongols, and a group of slaves will get together, does it make sense who is higher and who is lower"?

"That's right, Qiu Xiang worships the son, how many slaves", Liu Zijun nodded, thinking that Wen Tianxiang was right.

Zou Xun looked up in surprise, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes. Since Prime Minister Wen woke up last night, his style of acting has been very different from the original. As for whether this change is good or bad, Zou Wei can't say clearly. Anyway, it seems that Wen Cheng is much kinder than before, and his speech is not like the original, and his sentences contain melancholy. I thought of the fierce general Lu Wu under his command, such a brave and warlike person, but because he was rude to the scholars, he did not die at the hands of the Yuan army and was beheaded by his own people. If Prime Minister Wen had come out with this civil and military rivalry earlier, Lu Wu would not have died sideways, and a few days ago, there might not have been such a fiasco.

"Zijing, Weng, you don't have to shave your hair for a while, go find fifty brothers who are bold and careful and can speak well, I have something important to entrust", seeing that everyone was almost discussed, Wen Tianxiang called Chen Zijing and when, while the iron was hot, to deploy the next action plan.

Without waiting for Chen Zijing and the two of them to agree, the generals suddenly became chaotic. The body is skinned, and it is damaged by parents, and it is unfilial piety. The Song people paid attention to these trivial things, and the generals began to think that the order to shave their hair was limited to soldiers, not as good as officers and civilians, but at this moment, seeing that Wen Tianxiang was left alone when he and Chen Zijing were not among the shaved hair, they knew that they would not be shaved for a while. The impact of this order on them was far higher than the sentence just now, 'Officers and soldiers are equal, and civil and military are equal', and Li Guida, the deputy envoy of the court, protested in surprise: "Prime Minister, do we have to cut off our hair?"

"All shaved, didn't you say that officers and soldiers are equal. If you don't shave, how can the soldiers be convinced? Wen Tianxiang glanced at Li Guida, not angry and arrogant, so frightened that the other party swallowed the protest sound that came to his mouth back to his stomach. Several disgruntled civilians were about to argue strongly, when Zhang Tang patted his bald head and shouted: "Everyone can do without their heads in order to expel the Tartars, and they feel sorry for these bird feathers." Who is not willing to shave his hair, roll down the mountain as soon as possible and surrender to the Mongol Tatars, lest he will be timid in the coming battle and disgrace everyone"!

Hearing his voice, several disgruntled generals also quieted down. It's just that you don't even want your head, what are you doing with those troublesome threads on your head. Besides, the humidity on this mountain is heavy, and it is inconvenient to take a bath. Shaved hair, but cool. Thinking so depressedly, they each received Wen Tianxiang's general order, and went down to arrange for their subordinates to shave their heads, and it was appropriate to reorganize.

The big tent slowly became empty again, and Wen Tianxiang called Chen Zijing and when to arrange tasks for each of them. Since the two of them can pretend to be monks and Taoists in the chaos to escape, and then pretend to be back, they must not be able to waste much strength. When the task is to go down the mountain to the places of Jiangxi South Road, and pack up the soldiers who still have the heart to serve the Great Song Dynasty. Chen Zijing's task was to cross the Wuyi Mountains to the south, go to Shao Wujun to inquire about the movements there, and prepare supplies for the righteous army by the way.

After seeing in his dream how the generals of the Eighth Route Army led their troops to fight and how to survive in adversity, Wen Tianxiang realized how stupid his previous way of fighting was. He may not be able to understand the essence of those leading soldiers, but he can still grasp the medicine according to the prescription. Moreover, after this big dream, his knowledge of military strategy has been more than one layer higher than before he fell into a coma.

"You can't march and fight without eyes. The two of you have a great task, and whether or not we can get out of the Wuyi Mountains and return to the battlefield in the future depends on the two of you. The Mongols are cruel, and no one who is wise or brave can deal with them, so please be careful in your actions, and come back alive." Wen Tianxiang patted Chen Zijing's shoulder and admonished.

"Prime Minister", looking at Wen Tianxiang's body that had just recovered from a serious illness, when did he feel a little sour in his nose. He lost the city and lost his land, and the soldiers lost all his life, but Lord Wen not only did not dislike it, did not doubt it, but praised himself as both wise and brave. This kindness of knowing is not moving.

"Don't say it, those who can defeat and not give up are all loyal and righteous people", Wen Tianxiang said with a smile, his eyes full of trust and expectation.

"Let's go, the prime minister hasn't slept for a few days", Chen Zijing pulled his sleeve and retired with him. He didn't want to say more, Wen Tianxiang treated him with the courtesy of a countryman, and Zijing would repay him with the power of a countryman.

"Zijing, if possible, go to Baoji's side to have a look", Wen Tianxiang personally sent the two out of the big tent, parted, and instructed Chen Zijing. The Baizhang Ridge at the foot is only a precipitous place in the Dawuyi Mountains, and the place where the Shaowu Army (Shaowu, Fujian) is located is more suitable for implementing the guerrilla strategy obtained from Wenzhong's memory. There Wujun Mountain, Tangshi Mountain, Qitai Mountain, several mountains are stacked, and it is a good place to destroy the Mongol cavalry in the dense forest. Moreover, the iron ore of Baoji, the silver ore of Loess and Jiangyuan, and the gold mine of Taining are better to use them as military quartermasters than to cheapen the Mongols.

Wen Tianxiang had this idea when he was stationed in Nanjian Prefecture (Nanping, Fujian, Sanming area), but at that time he was still optimistic that the whole country would work together to quickly expel the Mongols. Now, now that we know some historical trends, it is better to fight steadily, take advantage of the geography of the mountainous areas, and build a new type of army.

Thinking of the string of monks in the new army, Wen Tianxiang smiled at himself. What walked out of Baizhang Ridge will be the first army with a shaved head in Chinese history. In a sense, since last night, he has changed history and pushed fate away from the original trajectory.

As for the ending, why look so far ahead. Du Hu said well, to be a butterfly for a day is to have the power to fly freely for a day. Yes, freedom, Wen Tianxiang suddenly felt that he understood the meaning of these two words in Wen Zhong's memory, and he wrote it with enthusiasm and heavily.

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