Volume 1: Beauty Tears Chapter 37 Soldiers on Paper Father and Son
Listening to my father talk about some things in the court, the biggest fear in my heart was still reassured, but the woman in my heart already felt guilty. If Uncle Ji and Yulian had been tougher at the beginning, there would have been no such thing when they came to Taiping City, and they looked at their father and felt much more at ease. There have been a lot of troubles over the years, although the fourth son has always been the father around him to settle those troubles. At this time, looking at his father's kind face, he suddenly got up and said, "Is there a map of the south mirror at home?" β
I was very happy to hear my son talk about those things in Nanjing, and the man in his fifties said with a smile: "Yes, I know what I want that kind of map for." β
Liu Zhixing smiled faintly and walked into the study with his father, which seemed to be the first time he walked into his father's study openly. Looking at the countless books, I feel a little weak, and the study room from childhood to adulthood is like a forbidden place. The eldest brother likes to stay inside, and Liu Zhixing, who has not liked reading since he was a child, doesn't know how many Confucian classics and art of war strategies have been torn up. knew that when he was fourteen years old, Mr. Zhou dragged himself to Zhou's mansion, and he had walked out in less than three months. At the beginning, my father was locked up for a long time, and I still remember that Mr. Zhou said that he had nothing to teach.
For no other reason, although Liu Zhixing does not have the ability to forget. However, I knew almost nothing about ancient and modern literature, and I only studied it often in the following years. I spent a lot of time drinking and chatting with the old man, and I never learned any strategy in the art of war. His father, who was a military general, had never taught any art of war, and was more taught by Lin Shuai in the army. My favorite thing since I was a child was to go to Lin Mansion, but Lin Xie was absent for a long time. Whenever he takes a vacation, he accompanies him almost every day, and Liu Zhixing's swordsmanship is proudly taught to the old man.
Walking into the study, the most eye-catching place is a picture of the layout of the girders. On it, each city of the entire girder is marked with a new mark. Several newly established military towns in Nanjing are also on it, and a slight ink spot still exudes a faint scent of ink. The boy in armor is no longer a naΓ―ve child, he is already a man who stands up to the sky. Standing behind his father, he faintly felt that the man in front of him didn't seem to be so tall.
There are already a few strands of gray hair on the back of his head, and his battle-hardened body looks a little rickety. The man in his memory who was afraid in his eyes was finally old, and he still vaguely remembered how tough the man who ran around the yard with a leather whip in his hand. The original man is now like a mediocre father rummaging for his son the most precious treasures in the family, without the appearance of a prince.
Liu Zhixing watched his father walk up to the wooden frame and rummage back and forth, looking at the map of the entire girder and looking at the markings on it. A mark couldn't help but glance at his father, who was a little anxious, and the faint scent of ink was a big ink spot. It is much larger than the mark of a state city, and in the eyes of others, it is very likely that a new state city will be established in the south of the Liang. But Liu Zhixing saw the name of the thirteenth battalion above, and the name that should not have appeared on the map was so big.
The Changfeng Battalion, the strongest combat force of the Changfeng Army, is so small in comparison, looking at his father dressed as a rich man, where does he look like a general. The father, who suddenly got up, seemed to have never been so happy in front of him in his memory, and the image in his hand was not very large, and it was a priceless treasure. For the good inkstone on the sandalwood brush of the beloved thing, he didn't care about pushing it aside and ignoring it, with a calm face, Liu Zhixing saw his father's joy.
Heard a loud voice: "Fortunately, I found it, tell me quickly." β
It seems that the father doesn't need to listen to what his son wants to say at all, but he only knows that when his son says that he wants the map of Nanjing, he is a border soldier and offers advice to the military department. It doesn't seem to care whether his son's ideas can be used at all, as long as he has an opinion, he is already very happy.
Liu Zhixing looked at the map of the south mirror and wanted to take a pen, knowing that anything in the study was forbidden in this home. It was forbidden for everyone when the brother was not married, and now there is an extra brother. I want to do it, but I have palpitations, and I still remember the last time I picked up a pen here was when I was twelve years old. There was no doubt that there were a few more whip marks on his body that day, and afterwards my mother bought many good pens, and when I grew up, I learned that my father had found a good pen elsewhere.
Unexpectedly, his father picked up the pen and handed it to his hand, Liu Zhixing smiled slightly, and just about to grind, he found that his father was actually grinding ink for himself. There was no word for a while, and all the words seemed to be on this southern mirror map. Each mark is almost very detailed, and the simple drawings of half an hour exude a faint scent of ink. Liu Ce, who is the secretary of the Ministry of War, has an incredible look in his eyes, and this map of the border defense of the Southern Mirror is even more detailed than the archive of the Ministry of War. At a glance, it can be seen that the importance of this drawing to the girder, once the drawing is obtained by Nanchu, the entire girder can be fully broken through.
Liu Zhixing, who was still in a trance, suddenly heard his father say sternly: "I haven't drawn this map for anyone else, have you ever told anyone that you know the entire border map?"
Subconsciously took a step back, and the pen in his hand almost fell to the ground. Bow your head like a child who has made a mistake and say, "No, never." β
Looking at the border map, he said, "That's good." With a blazing look in his eyes, he continued: "Fortunately, you know that you have committed a taboo in the army. β
Liu Zhixing, who didn't seem to realize the horror of this matter, looked at his father, Liu Ce patted his son on the shoulder and said, "Zhixing, you remember, such a border map does not exist. Such a detailed deployment cannot be remembered by any general, not even in wartime as the commander of an army, let alone a mere lieutenant. It's not that the commanders who are in charge are not as good as you, but the managers who know what they should know will let them know, and even if they don't, they will forget. Do you know what happens when one of these people is captured by enemy troops? Even if the entire army of hundreds of thousands and even the commander believes in you, he will not leave you, and even his father, as the commander of an army, will send a killer to the front of the army, nothing else. Just because no one can afford to gamble, no matter how close people are, they dare not use hundreds of thousands of soldiers or even millions of people to bet on your loyalty. β
Listening to his father's stern and careful explanation, he was sweating all over, and his head was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans. The father slapped his head lightly dotingly, and said: "Don't worry, it's okay to have a father, after this battle, the border defense is full of loopholes." You know it's useless, but you're going to have to rot this one in your stomach. If you are not a boss for a day, don't look at the whole battle situation with the eyes of a coach. Remember, whether in the army or in the court, do what you do well and defeat the enemy in front of you. Don't think about what your boss should do, know that everyone's mind is different, and the rapid changes on the battlefield do not allow two consciousnesses. β
"If a general thinks what a monarch should think, the monarch will not trust him. If you do what a monarch should do, the first time you may be rewarded, and the second time you will be discarded. If there is a third time, it will be dead, and the same is true in the army. Although the two are different, they are similar. Since ancient times, there have been many wise people, but a few have died well. The people who can survive to the end are those who are timid and afraid of death, but there is no shortage of brave, not that they are not as smart as celebrities through the ages, but they move a word to hide. β
Liu Zhixing feels that today's father seems to be a different person, and from childhood to adulthood, it seems that in addition to giving money to go out to play, he is scolding. It seems that he has never said it so solemnly for a while, and he should only be a brother in his memory.
Listening to my father's teachings, it seems that it has never been easy, and for the first time when I have grown up, I feel that no matter what I do wrong, I have a strong backing behind me. He said, "Father, I know." There are many things to think about, but not necessarily to do. β
Seeing his father smile, he didn't expect his father to say, "It's also right or not, it depends on when." Isn't there a sentence in the army that there will be no acceptance of military orders abroad. It's not groundless, just like your 500 cavalry attacking the 30,000 white-armored army of Southern Chu this time, no one thinks you're at fault. Although General Chen Geng won half of the military merits for you, he also prevented a catastrophe for you. There is no need to say much about it, remember not to do it next time. β
Liu Zhixing said seriously: "Next time there is such a situation, I will go and I will not regret it even if I die in battle." The old man raised his foot and kicked Liu Zhixing's ass hard, but with a smile on his face. The voice was very loud: "It is worthy of Lao Tzu's species, if you dare to come back next time and beat your legs." β
It sounds very contradictory, but it is not contradictory at all, Liu Zhixing is not very painful in wearing armor, but he still rubs his ass and laughs stupidly and says: "Father, the child drew this picture just to modify it, please ask my father for guidance." β
The woman, who had been outside for a long time, heard her son's screams and was about to knock on the door, but the father and son burst into laughter. When I saw the maid passing by, I walked a few steps quickly and called to my side and said, "Tell the kitchen to cook a few more dishes for the master to send to the study." After saying that, he smiled and left, walking towards the guest room.
In the study, Liu Zhixing put down his pen and looked at the picture, pointing to several military towns and military changes, and was very serious, as a father, Liu Ce never seemed to realize that his youngest son actually had such a talent. With a smile on his face, he always puts notes on top of every good place, and if he doesn't do so, he will prevent him from correcting it. After so many years in the army, a border defense deployment that is not very strict has appeared in the midst of two people's conversation and laughter, and the border defense map that should have been drawn up by dozens or even more strategists has appeared. Although it is not very subtle, even a sketch shows how much my son has learned this year. The son, who has never liked to dance with knives and guns, is now talking about it, and the teapot has long been empty and has not stopped.
Suddenly heard a knock on the door and stopped, Liu Zhixing only realized that it was dark before he knew it. The time for dinner in the house has passed, and it is not even known when the two of them will personally hold the lamp. Listening to the voice was his brother's voice, Liu Zhixing wanted to open the door but his father stopped him. Immediately put away all the writing papers and put them in a dark compartment that they had never seen before. Put away the South Mirror map, it's fast. He threw the map into the charcoal basin before opening the door himself, watching his eldest son carry the meal.
Liu Zhiming, who was dressed in casual clothes, looked at the younger brother who was already close to his own size or even a little taller, and said with a smile: "Several brothers from the thirteenth battalion of my father have been waiting for a long time, and the second brother has already started to eat, and my mother saw that it was not too early to let Zhiming send it." β
Liu Ce said: "No need, my father also wants to see what heroes can match 500 against 30,000." β
The word hero Liu Ce is rarely called, but today he says so. Liu Zhixing took the food and said, "Then I'll send these over first." β
Liu Ce glanced at the armor and was still wearing armor, Liu Zhixing said: "Go and change the armor in the past first, and go over and have a look for my father and my destiny first." I don't care about you today, a teenager should look like a teenager. After saying that, he and Liu Zhixing left, and they seemed to be very happy.
On the way, Liu Zhiming asked with some curiosity: "Father, what did you say to your second brother, it's been an afternoon." Liu Ce just smiled faintly and said, "I am fortunate to have grown up, but you have not grown at all." "The same son, Liu Zhiming seems to be the second time he has heard praise for his second brother. Last time, I still worshiped Mr. Zhou and said that the Liu family was going to have a champion. It's just that within a few days, some of them just scolded.
I'm still quite happy as an older brother, and I always get the most from childhood to adulthood. The second brother is very envious of many things, and he just wants to do his best, and he is never as good as being seen by his father. He followed with a smile, and his father's smile seemed to be even happier than that day when he was the secretary of the military department.