Henan Mansion, Sima Guang Mansion. In the study, Sima Guang's brows were deeply locked, and his face was unpleasant, and he kept pacing back and forth, as if he had a big trouble.

That's right, Sima Guang is worried. What annoys him is not that his "Zizhi Tongjian" is not well written, but because he scolded Song Shenzong back last time, which means that his opposition to the new law is getting lighter and lighter.

Last year, the Liao army invaded the border, Xiongzhou was in danger, when the news came, Sima Guang was excited, he finally had a head, he could seize the phase, and repeal the new law. However, what he never expected was that when he rushed to Bianjing, ready to take over the phase and save the Song Dynasty from danger, the news of Xiongzhou's victory came.

As soon as this news came, there was a big turn in the middle of the DPRK, and many of the ministers who had originally said that they would support him changed their minds, and the possibility of his surname as prime minister was greatly reduced. What annoyed him even more was that Song Shenzong scolded him in front of so many important ministers and told him to get out, and every time he thought about it, Sima Guang felt very uncomfortable.

The Song Dynasty pursued an emphasis on literature over military force, and treated scholars with special courtesy, even if officials of the same rank met, it was also civil officials who were more important and military officials who were lighter. Since Song Taizu founded the Song Dynasty, there has been no precedent for such a reprimanding of ministers, he Sima Guang is proud of his talents, and he is famous all over the world, and he actually shows no mercy to Song Shenzong, so reprimanding him makes him more uncomfortable than treating him for serious crimes.

After returning to Henan Mansion, Sima Guang was no longer in the mood to write his "Zizhi Tongjian", but thought about how to get it back and save the situation. Although he Sima Guang is extremely conceited, he thinks that he is talented and talented, and he has been thinking about it for several months, but he has no plan, only the share of troubles in every day.

"Dad, there's news from Bianjing." At this moment, Sima Kang walked in quickly.

"Oh! What's the news? Sima Guang glanced at Sima Kang, only to see Sima Kang's face full of red light, overjoyed, his heart moved, and his voice turned high: "But it's a happy event?" ”

"Happy event! Great joy! Sima Kang was so happy that he almost sang it.

"Say it! What a happy event? When Sima Guang heard this, he couldn't help but feel energetic and excited. In the past few months, he has been bored, and what he wants to hear most is this happy event.

"Dad, you know what? Wu Ji won another battle, a big victory. Sima Kang stroked his face: "This was fought in Liao, and he robbed the New Year's coins back." ”

"Humph! It's Wu Ji again, he's doing my big thing again. Kang'er, what a happy event? The more battles Wu Ji wins, the more unfavorable it is to his father. Sima Guang's eyes rolled, his essence shot out, and he was angry: "Last time, he relieved the siege of Xiongzhou, which made my father lose a rare opportunity." If it is a little later, Wang Anshi's resignation will be a foregone conclusion, and his father will be pointing out the country today. ”

"Dad, this battle is different." Sima Kang knew his father's thoughts, and hurriedly explained: "Wu Ji only used 2,500 men to completely annihilate the 8,000 troops of the Liao State. Among them, there are also a thousand leather room troops. According to the news from Bianjing, this thousand-skin room was crippled and lost its combat power as soon as it rushed in front of the Converting Army. The Guixin army immediately launched a counterattack, and the Liao army had no power to fight back at all, and it was pressed against the Liao army. Dad, did you hear me? It's the Liao army that fights! ”

Winning a battle and pressing the Liao army are two different things. At the cost of huge casualties, fighting a miserable battle is also called a winning battle, and it is also possible that the results of the battle will be very good. However, it is different to press the Liao army to fight, which proves that the combat power of the Guixin army is beyond imagination and exciting.

"Pressed and beaten? No way! Sima Guang didn't think about it, and immediately denied: "Since the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, there has been no precedent for pressing the Liao army to fight. Not to mention, the strength of the Converting Army is still far inferior to that of the Liao Army, and it has to face the Leather Room Army, Wu Ji must be taking the merit and making false reports. ”

Sima Kang looked at Sima Guang's disbelief in his eyes, and hurriedly explained: "Dad, I didn't believe it at first, but this is news from Lu Gongshu. Dad, you are proficient in history books, and you know the wars of all dynasties and dynasties well, you can't imagine how Wu Ji was born? ”

"Tell me about it." Sima Guang's knowledge is first-class, and no one dares to deny it, otherwise, he would not have compiled the "Zizhi Tongjian". When I heard this, I was also a little curious.

"Its style of play is somewhat similar to that of the previous dynasty, mainly with two improvements. The first is that he used thunderbolts, and the second is that he changed the strong crossbow of the previous dynasty to a single crossbow, which is not bad. Sima Kang told the news he received.

"The power of the thunderbolt was already on display during the Battle of Xiongzhou. If he really fights like this, the Liao army will really be difficult to parry! Sima Guang was stunned for a long time, and then he had to believe it.

He is proficient in history, familiar with the war history of all dynasties, and knows how powerful the Tang army is. If nothing else, Wu Ji only needs to restore the Tang army's fighting style, which is enough to make it difficult for the Liao army to parry. Not to mention, Wu Ji also made improvements, using thunderbolts, a weapon that had proven its power in the Battle of Xiongzhou, and the combat power of the Converting Army was not strong.

"Dad, the Great Song Dynasty has been established for a hundred years, and the Great Song Dynasty has been pressing and beating the Liao State. Now, the Converting Army is so capable of fighting, if the Returning Army is used as the cornerstone and a large number of troops are trained, the Great Song Dynasty will no longer be pressed and beaten by the Liao State. Sima Kang clenched his fist with his right hand, and he was very excited: "In this way, there is great hope for the Great Song Dynasty to recover the sixteen states of Yanyun, break the Liao State, and destroy the Western Xia." Destroy these two biggest enemies, the Great Song Dynasty can pacify Liaodong, march into the desert, recover the Western Regions, march into Jiaozhi and Nanzhao, and the world will be truly unified! ”

The more he spoke, the louder and more exhilarated he became, as if he had galloped on the battlefield.

At that time, many people understood that the Song Dynasty nominally unified China, but in fact it was not unified. There are not a few people who want to accomplish the great cause of reunification, but it is a pity that they are powerless and have not found an effective way.

Now, the Guixin Army has shown strong combat power, which can suppress the most elite leather room army of the Liao State, and the encouragement to Sima Kang is quite great, although he is the son of Sima Guang and is a little unhappy with the new law, but in this regard, it is consistent.

"Yes! If this is really the case, the possibility of the Great Song Dynasty dominating the world is very big! Sima Guang straightened up, his eyes were full of light, his eyes were blazing, like a few days of fierce words, dazzling, exciting, his hands were clenched into fists, and he shook it fiercely, and the elegance of the right talent disappeared, and he said loudly: "At this time, if a boy can make a contribution, what regret is his husband?" ”

As soon as the excited voice fell, he sighed again: "However, being a father is not a prime minister, if you rule the world, this credit will become Wang Anshi's." Not only does being a father have no merit, but he will also be infamous through the ages, unwilling, unwilling! Well, tell Han Qi that he wants him to write and talk about military affairs. Whether the Converts Army's fighting style is good, it is up to Han Qi to find out what's wrong. Although Wu Ji found hope for the Great Song Dynasty, he was still too young, had little qualifications, and had no foundation, and when the opportunity was ripe, he asked Han Qi to control the Conversion Army. At that time, the great work of dominating the world will be attributed to the father. ”

"Father, isn't this too much?" Sima Kang was shocked.

"What's too much to do? Either Caesar or nothing! Sima Guang waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and do it." ”

Sima Kang responded and had to handle it.

Sima Guang kept pacing with his hands behind his back, his steps were brisk, and he groaned: "This Wu Ji is still a talent." It's a pity that you were born at the wrong time, caught in this whirlpool, and couldn't extricate yourself. I can imagine that the official family must be very happy, and you have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders. However, your foundation is too shallow, and your efforts are destined to be cheaper for others. ”

xxxxxx converted, in the barracks, the converted army is reading and reading.

Li Mingchu held a brush and grabbed it with his right hand, as if he was holding a knife, and said to a middle-aged man with a beard under his chin: "Sir, look at you, what bird books do you teach?" This is not as good as a knife! ”

"Haha!"

A loud laugh rang out, and the returned soldiers echoed in unison: "It is better to read a bird's book than to play with a bird." ”

"Shut up!" This gentleman blushed and had a thick neck, and scolded: "Wu Du commanded me to teach you to read and write, you don't know how to cherish it, it's really a rough person!" Off color! ”

This is a well-known scholar in the neighborhood, Wu Ji inspected his knowledge, and it was not bad, so he paid him to come and teach the Returned Soldiers to read and write.

In modern society, a few people come out with their hands, and all of them can read and write. In the Song Dynasty, out of a hundred people, not necessarily one person could be literate, and Li Mingchu They fought well, but they were illiterate. The entire converted army consisted of 2,500 people, and only a few dozen were literate. Most of these people were scribes, and only a few were literate.

Teaching them to read and write and improve their cultural quality is also an important measure to ensure the combat effectiveness of the Converted Army. And this gentleman is not a person who reads dead books, so Wu Ji invited him to come and teach.

Li Mingchu, these rough people, can only fight, do not like to read, every time it is time to read and write, they have to find an excuse. If it weren't for Wu Ji's high-pressure strategy, they wouldn't have known where to hide.

Even so, they are absent-minded, people come, but their hearts fly, how can they have the heart to study.

"Who are we rude, we are scholars, and we have been reading with you for a few days, sir, haven't we?" Li Mingchu shouted loudly: "Before, I didn't study, and I couldn't even count bird feathers, but now, I finally have learned a lot and can count bird feathers." ”

"Haha!"

A burst of earth-shattering laughter rang out, and the Converts leaned back and fell back with laughter, unable to even breathe.

"You, you, you, ......," Mr. was so angry that he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood. I've seen rudeness, I've never seen such rudeness.

"Ahem!"

A light cough sounded, and the laughter seemed to be cut off by a captive knife, but it stopped abruptly, and the returned soldiers all looked serious, grabbed the brush, and concentrated on it, more focused than Su Qin with conical legs.

"Li Mingchu!" The person who came was Wu Ji, and he was faintly named.

"I've seen Commander Wu Du." Li Mingchu's heart was pounding, his face was uncomfortable, and he had to pay a smile and salute Wu Ji.

"Li Mingchu is good." Wu Ji praised: "I have made a lot of progress in reading, which is worthy of praise." ”

Li Mingchu's head was high, his chest was straight, he was full of spirit, and he was extraordinary.

However, his pride only existed for a moment, and he only heard Wu Ji say: "Li Mingchu, you take off your pants and teach us the skill of counting bird feathers in front of everyone!" ”

(To be continued)