"It's a tossing thing invented by that villain Shen Kuo", Xiao Mingzhe flipped through the map and muttered quietly. The map is drawn with a hard pen made of tree branches, and the handwriting is small and clear. It was marked with a zigzag tadpole and a strange ruler.

"Prime Minister, what is this", Zou Xun, the deputy commander of the Broken Army and the commander of the first standard, pointed to the tadpole and the ruler.

"It's the Great Eclipse Number (Arabic numerals) and the scale, and I have indicated the correspondence between the Great Eclipse number and the Great Song number next to the map. The scale is the ratio of the actual distance to the distance on the map, which is not very accurate. The other is the height analysis, which was invented by Shen Kuo of the Great Song Dynasty, and you can see the height of the mountain and the depth of the water through the map", Wen Tianxiang explained to everyone very patiently. Before the defeat of the empty pit, he himself did not understand these things, and did not understand the importance of these things. Deep down, because of the evaluation of Shen Kuo by the people of the time, he is not ashamed of his knowledge. But after getting the memory of another time and space, many of the original perceptions have changed, Arabic numerals, contour lines, scales, as if they had been learned since childhood, and they are familiar with it.

"I'm afraid it's something that was taught to Prime Minister Wen in the Book of Heaven", Zou Wei tirelessly asked for all the details like a schooling child.

Xiao Mingzhe was born in Jinshi and was very knowledgeable, and this kind of new-style map that originated in the Northern Song Dynasty and the numbers used by the Hui people from Quanzhou and other places were not difficult for him, so he tiredly put away the map and said goodbye and went out. Wen Tianxiang's current actions on Baizhang Ridge are far from his expectations. According to his thoughts, at the moment when the Song Dynasty is in crisis, there is no news from the imperial court, and since the Broken Army has a lot of magic weapons, it should go out of the mountain as soon as possible and re-erect the banner on the plain. Only in this way can we inspire the morale of the military in various places, attract the attention of the Northern Yuan, and give the Xing Dynasty a chance to make a comeback.

He mentioned this suggestion to Wen Tianxiang many times, and even put forward the idea of taking a battalion down the mountain to create some momentum first. were all vetoed by Wen Tianxiang. Zou Xun, the deputy commander, and Du Hu, the second standard commander, are both people who are only Wen Tianxiang's first to look forward, Wen Tianxiang does not nod, and the two will not agree with his opinion at all.

Not far from the tent, Li Guida, the second standard infantry barracks, quickly chased after him, pulled Xiao Mingzhe's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Brother Xiao, take a step to speak."

"Is there anything wrong with Master Li", Xiao Mingzhe turned around and said sadly.

"It's not a big deal, I just want to talk to Brother Xiao about poetry, and the younger brother has recently added a few words, and I want Brother Xiao to correct it." Li Guida smiled and took out a book of extremely finely bound silk paper from his arms.

"It's been a long time since I got this thing, Brother Li really has Yaxing", Xiao Mingzhe handed the map to his soldiers and told him to go back to the sleeping tent first. took Li Guida's collection of words and read it as he walked.

"If this continues, the behavior of my generation and the scholars will become farther and farther away. However, his speech and demeanor, including the attire of everyone, are becoming more and more like an illiterate martial artist, and my Great Song Dynasty has always been the ...... from the middle of the imperial court", Li Guida bit the word martial artist very hard, and his eyes stared at himself and Xiao Mingzhe's leggings. Mango shoes and leggings are the agreed attire in the army, and both generals and soldiers are dressed in this way. For him, who is famous, these are simply marks of shame, and every time he sees it, he is indignant.

"Brother Li, don't be too stubborn, complain too much to prevent intestinal breakage", Xiao Mingzhe smiled and handed the collection of words back to Li Guida, "Xiao has not been for this for a long time, and he has forgotten the word cards and tunes." He took off his hat, pointed to his bald head, and said seriously, "Nowadays, the mountains and rivers are broken, and scholars are indeed useless." If the prime minister's method can snow this thousands of miles of shame, Xiao is not afraid to be a rough man, even if he is a pawn for the prime minister, he will not complain"!

"That's it." Li Guida smiled and put away his writings curtly, "Why doesn't Li have the same heart to serve the country, I'm afraid that if I stay in the mountains for too long, the court will be in danger."

"The prime minister has his own opinions, General Li doesn't have to worry too much", Xiao Mingzhe stretched out his hand and patted Li Guida's shoulder, and unconsciously, his demeanor also carried this undignified martial arts habit. "The prime minister is a pedantic celestial, what he thinks, everyone has never expected. Anyway, it's good for the country."

"Hmm", Li Guida nodded and said no more. A group of patrolling soldiers walked past the two men, and although they were still carrying rudimentary sticks and bamboo pole markers, their military appearance was unusually imposing. The shouts and killings made during the training of the second standard echoed in the valley by the mountain wind.

Stepping on the morning dew, Zou Xun personally commanded Lin Qi's first battalion and hid along the valley to Doll Slope. This is the task assigned by Wen Tianxiang to him and Lin Qi last night, in order not to be laughed at, Zou Xun discussed with Lin Qi for most of the night and formulated a perfect action plan.

"Quack-quack-quack", a few crows suddenly sounded in the dense forest ahead. Zou Wei raised his hand, and the entire soldiers of the first battalion stopped, and the dew disappeared into the grass. After listening carefully for a while, Zou Xun stretched out two fingers and gently moved forward, and immediately two captains each led a team of men and horses, cats bent on their waists, and outflanked them along the mountain road. These movements have been practiced countless times in training, and the soldiers have done it skillfully, and the officers have also been able to command it with ease, and they can maintain contact between officers and men at all levels without words, with flags and gestures.

"Cuckoo, cuckoo", the crisp cuckoo call sounded in the valley again, Zou Xun breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the woods, and turned on his horse. It seems that the mobile posts ahead and the left and right support posts have already explored the way ahead, and there are no "enemy troops" in ambush.

The team gathered together again with Lin Qi's order and ran forward quickly. After months of training, it was so hard to march at this distance and intensity that many soldiers could not even breathe.

Turning the valley, the front is open. Where the stream flows, is a small village. Bamboo houses in twos and threes face each other, and more than a dozen farmers drive water buffaloes to dig deep into the wetlands where rice has been harvested. In the air, the fresh smell of earth wafted and the smoke of the morning cooking, and the sound of teenagers frolicking could be faintly heard by the stream.

It's an outdoor paradise, a place that has not been trampled on by the Mongols, and still retains the quiet and elegant style of my Great Song Dynasty. Zou Xun sighed, turned over and dismounted, and instructed the soldiers to avoid the farmland and not to trample on the farmers' crops.

The soldiers were ordered to disperse, pulled in a straight line by the country road. The war horses captured in the attack on Taiping Yinchang snorted unpleasantly, probably because they were used to galloping in the Mobei grassland and could not adapt to the style of the south of the Yangtze River.

"Deputy marshal, this place, it doesn't seem normal", Lin Qi, the first battalion leader, ran along the ridge and leaned over to Zou Wei's ear to remind in a low voice. "Although our army has strict military discipline, these people ......."

"Damn, these people are also bold, they don't hide when they see the soldiers, no wonder the chrysanthemum green nose is straight", Zou Xun instantly woke up and jumped on horseback. Seeing Lin Qi's gesture, the soldiers jumped into the farmland and quickly assembled. Unfortunately, it was too late, and after the haystacks, between the bamboo houses, and in the fields, a bow and crossbow were aimed at them.

The door of the largest bamboo building in the village creaked open, and several bed crossbows were swinged, their heads glistening in the morning sun. Du Hu, the commander of the second standard, was dressed in military uniform, stood behind the crossbow, and said with a smile: "Zou Dashuai, the last general is ordered by Prime Minister Wen to ambush here, your department is surrounded by me today, the number of dead is three hundred, and the rest of the men and horses are defeated, and there is only surrender."

"You", Zou Xun and Lin Qi blushed with shame, and looked back at their subordinates, only to see that everyone was dejected, obviously disappointed by this result.

"There are less than five miles to go"! Lin Qi patted his helmet, infinitely annoyed.

"It's okay, let's start all over again, fortunately, Du Motou is not a real Tartar", in the end, he was the deputy commander of the first army, Zou Xun quickly recovered from his disappointment, untied the sword from his waist, and handed it over to Du Hu as a trophy.

"Let's go, let's go back to dinner, add vegetables today", Du Hu greeted with a smile, and sang a triumphant song with the second standard man who was much worse than the first battalion.

The first battalion, ambushed in Shangxi Village, was "dispersed".

The second battalion fell into a desperate situation at Wanziling, and the front and rear valley mouths were blocked, and "the food was exhausted".

The 3rd Battalion ignored the cavalry from the flanks on the road and was attacked by surprise, and the battalion was "killed".

The fourth battalion did not lose a single soldier, and Zhang Tang, the deputy commander of the first standard, led the fourth battalion to "attack" Siguling, but as a result, he ran to Niangniang Mountain, twenty miles away from the intended target."

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Under the oil lamp, Zou Xun flipped through the training report, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead. It was already late autumn when the leaves fell, and the mountain wind blew, sending chills down his spine.

In the more than 10 days since the third phase of training began, the officers and men of each battalion have been continuously attacked. If the ambush soldiers arranged by Wen Tianxiang were really the Northern Yuan people, the first standard on Baizhang Ridge had been wiped out so far. Breaking the bow and cannon, these divine soldiers will all fall into the hands of Li Heng and others, and become their sharp weapons for attacking the city and plundering the land.

He finally understood the reason why Bai Wen Tianxiang suddenly hibernated after winning the Taiping Silver Field. By the end of the second phase of training, there was a shortage of qualified soldiers in the ranks. After the end of the second phase of training, what the Broken Army lacked was qualified generals. If you go down the mountain in this state and meet Li Heng and Zhang Hongfan, who are veterans of the frontier, within less than three months, the whole army will inevitably be wiped out, repeating the mistake of the defeat of southern Jiangnan.

"Uncle Feng, Yuanfu, what are your good plans for this", Wen Tianxiang personally held a cup of tea and put it in the hands of Zou Wei and Xiao Mingzhe.

"Oh", Zou Xun and Xiao Mingzhe came back to their senses from the training record for a long time, and looked at Wen Tianxiang, who was as calm and calm as usual, and suddenly didn't know what to say. boasted of knowing the soldiers, and the defeat was just because of bad luck. After the blows of the past 10 days, I finally understood a little bit that it was not fortune that would determine the outcome of the war, but the quality of people, including soldiers and generals.

"Li Heng and Zhang Hongfan use military methods, and they are still much higher", Wen Tianxiang sat opposite Zou Huan, with a hint ......of sigh in his words, "In the past year, the famous generals of the Great Song Dynasty have withered, and my generation wants to reorganize the old mountains and rivers, and the road is still far away."

"Prime Minister, the last general understands that he will work hard in the future and live up to the Prime Minister's thoughts." Xiao Mingzhe put down the training record, turned over and bowed down. Now that his pride has been tempered away for the time being, all that remains is a single-minded desire to learn.

"The last general asked for a demote and went to the second standard to re-train", Zou Xun saw Xiao Mingzhe bow down and knelt down. He is Wen Tianxiang's deputy and the second person in the army. But after a few days of training, Zou Wei suddenly woke up and said that with his current skills, it is difficult to afford this big responsibility. He is a man with a magnificent bearing, and when he understands that his ability is limited, he immediately thinks of giving up the position of the first standard commander of the Broken Army to the capable.

"Get up, have you forgotten the military salute I taught. With armor on his body, it is troublesome to kneel. Besides, I hope that we will break the army boys and not bend their knees to anyone." Wen Tianxiang stretched out his hand to hug each other, the purpose of training was to let the generals accumulate experience, not to blame someone.

"Yes", Zou and Xiao received the order, stood up straight, put the five fingers of their right hands together, put their palms in front of their ears, and gave Wen Tianxiang a standard military salute of the Broken Army.

Wen Tianxiang solemnly returned the salute to the two, guided the two, and came to the sand table laid out by the staff officer. The sand table is not a new thing for Zou and Xiao, and Wen Tianxiang ordered someone to start making it the next day after he woke up. Now the staff made a sand table and moved quickly, referring to the map brought by Chen Zijing, and in a moment, the whole picture of a place near Baizhangling could be piled up, and even the streams and mountain streams were clear.

"Refining soldiers is not to find faults, and the matter of demotion, Hugh has to mention it again", Wen Tianxiang pointed to the sand table and said in a low voice, "The matter of training soldiers is urgent and slow, and now, we need to replace training with war."

"What the prime minister means, we have to attack", Zou Wei asked hesitantly, Wen Tianxiang's thoughts, he was a little confused.

Wen Tianxiang nodded, and put his finger on the south side of Baizhang Ling, "It is to attack, fight a few small battles, on the one hand, exercise the combat experience of the soldiers, and on the other hand, accumulate small victories for big victories."

"Accumulate small victories into big victories, and do not fight for the gains and losses of one city and one place", the strategic thinking of the Eighth Route Army swirled around Wen Tianxiang's mind. His mind, with the issuance of the strategic deployment, flew back to the era where Wenzhong lived. Whether it was the Mongol invaders or the Japanese invaders, they were all invaders in the ancient Chinese country. Although the Mongols later became part of China, they were enemy countries in this era and needed to be dealt with by means of dealing with the Japanese invaders.

Wen Tianxiang still can't accept the arguments of those classes in Wen Zhong's memory. But he gradually understood what he was guarding. If Mongolia is to merge into a part of China in the future, then the whole point of fighting at this time is not to defend the Great Song Dynasty, but to defend a civilization. Let this weak but warm civilization spread in the process of fierce national integration. Let the harmony between nations and nations no longer come at the cost of the blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang.

At the end of this war, there will no longer be a people, as a whole, as a slave of others. I don't know how much this belief is different from the righteousness of the saints. Although the descendants of the saint have accepted the canonization of Kublai Khan, the knees of Huaxia should not fall to their knees with the submission of an idea.

It is a kind of persistence that does not change despite the difference of time and space. No matter what banner the conqueror carries, how much blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

Wen Tianxiang pondered and sketched, the prototype of a battle slowly unfolded on the sand table.

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