The rain continued to fall for a day, relying on Chushui to form a village, although it was said that it was an example of a backwater battle in the art of war, Fan Jingwen still had a vague worry. It was feared that once the Nanjing army could not resist the attack of the thief army, even if it wanted to withdraw to the east bank, there would be no way out. Moreover, Lu Xiangsheng and Zu Kuanbu in the east could not be rescued in time. To do this, he built several pontoon bridges over the river in advance.

However, by 10 p.m., the drizzle finally stopped. After all, it was early spring, and the rain was not very heavy.

Fan Jingwen's heart was much more settled this time, although he had the title of the secretary of the Nanjing military department, which was different from Yang Sichang, the secretary of the military department in Beijing, who had experienced a hundred battles, what he had most contact with in the past was the four books and the five classics and the empty and boring chapters, tables, and documents in the political arena.

However, the capable can do anything, and he still has strong confidence that he can achieve this unprecedented victory.

For this zhang, Fan Shangshu has been preparing for a long time---- the Chinese army's festival account is full of military books and battle strategies, "Captain", "Sun Tzu", "Guiguzi", "Taigong Yin Fu"

Among them, Fan Jingwen loves "Sun Tzu" deeply, and this book dives deep and explains the truth of how to fight thoroughly

。

From Nanjing to the present, Fan Shangshu has not let go of the volume, and has turned the book "The Art of War" to the edges.

The rain finally stopped, which lifted his mood.

"The man who is the terrain is also the help of the soldiers. Expect the enemy to win, calculate the danger from far and near, and the way of the general. Those who know this and use war will win, and those who do not know this and use war will lose. Fan Jingwen began to read this battle array treasure book again, and when he read the wonderful points, he couldn't help but applaud: "Dazai Siyan, Dazai Siyan, this sentence is really good!" Terrain is an auxiliary condition for fighting a war with soldiers. Correctly judging the enemy's situation, examining the dangers of the terrain, and calculating the distance of the road are the methods that a wise general must master. Those who do not understand these principles and command operations are bound to fail. The headquarters of the hall is against the water, which is in line with Xiang Yu's tactics back then. In the future, I don't know how future generations will evaluate this great victory. ”

Seeing the hearty place, Fan Jingwen picked up the teacup, took a sip beautifully, and said to himself: "All soldiers have walkers, gallops, traps, collapses, chaos, and northerners." All these six are not the disasters of heaven and earth, but will be passed. The husband is evenly matched, with one blow to ten, and he is said to go; The pawn is strong and the officials are weak, and they are said to be chi; The officials are strong and weak, and they are trapped. ”

"Well, the combat strength of our Nanjing Army naturally cannot be compared with the second army of Guanning and Tianxiong. It is the official who is strong, and he is trapped. According to the book of war, this situation can easily lead to failure, and the generals should not fail to notice it. So, what to do? ”

Fan Jingwen set his sights on "Sun Tzu? Topography.

It says, "Treat the pawn as a baby, so you can go to the deep stream with it; Treat the pawn as a beloved son, so he can die with him. Thick but can't be made, love can't be ordered, chaos can't be cured, such as arrogance, can't be used. ”

Treat a soldier as a baby, and he may share his suffering: Treat a soldier as his own son, and he may live and die with him.

"That's a good point, the headquarters is also a little harsh on the soldiers on weekdays, and the next two days may be an unprecedented battle, I have to make some gestures, so that I can comfort the soldiers."

Thinking of this, Fan Jingwen stood up abruptly and walked towards the outside of the big tent.

Several clerks and officials from the sons of nobles hurriedly chased after them, and asked in a mess: "Ministry, it's very cold outside, where are you going?" ”

Fan Jingwen didn't look back, and walked straight out: "Go to the camp and walk around."

。 ”

As soon as he stepped out of the tent door, he stepped into the mud, and the muddy water spilled directly to the upper of his shoe.

The cold hairs of his vest suddenly stood up, and his heart felt as if he had been brushed by a hairy brush. Fan Jingwen is a noble son from the Wuqiao Wang family, and he was used to wearing fine clothes and jade food when he was a teenager. In the year of the Apocalypse, he was directly in charge of the appointment and dismissal of officials in the world, and his status was not high, but his power was heavy. Because of this, Wei Zhongxian, who was in power at that time, tried his best to win him over, and then when he failed to win him over, he casually found an excuse to send him to the prison and locked him up for more than two months.

Those two months were the gray days of Fan Jingwen's life, and he never thought that there would be such a dirty place in the world.

It was from that time that Fan Jingwen fell into the problem of cleanliness, and he couldn't see dirty things.

Seeing that the ground outside was rotten like this, the clerks all admonished at the same time: "Ministry, the road is too dirty, don't go." ”

Fan Jingwen's expression was grim: "Stop, the war is imminent, it is a matter of Nanjing's survival, you have to persuade you again, otherwise the military law will not spare you." ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Several noble children squeezed each other's eyes, and had no choice but to follow Fan Jingwen towards the outside.

This group of children is also Zhong Mingding's food in Nanjing, and they are used to living a good life, so they walk in the old camp with one foot and one foot shallow, and they cry out in their hearts: Lao Shangshu, Lao Shangshu, you are confused in reading military books, and you really take the things in the books as real. What treats a pawn as a beloved son, so that he can die with him? It's all bullshit, these military men who are only worth a penny are afraid of power and morality, they only have military law and money in their eyes, what are you doing with this kind of small favor, it is better to send some silver or set up a big knife on their necks. Also, your old man usually hides in the festival tent and gives commands, but now he wants to comfort the soldiers, does it work?

But Fan Butang is the master of the army, and what he wants to do, the big guy can only follow.

After walking in the old camp for a long time, Fan Jingwen couldn't help but pull the soldiers to ask for warmth, looking like a kind elder.

If it were someone else, the soldier might have been moved to tears by him, kneeling on the ground, and he could not repay the deep kindness of the department, and he could only serve Yunyun on the battlefield the next day.

But the problem is that Fan Jingwen is afraid of dirty, and when he talks to the soldiers, he is far away intentionally or unintentionally, and there is inevitably a sense of hypocrisy in his expression, and the soldiers are not only not grateful to Fan Shangshu, but they are so shocked that their faces turn pale.

The most ridiculous thing is that one soldier was wounded in the thigh and was bedridden

。 After Fan Shangshu asked him how he was injured, he suddenly became interested, and forcibly endured the disgust in his heart, and actually reached out and tore off the gauze wrapped in the wound, saying that he wanted to see the injuries with his own eyes.

The soldier's wound was about to heal, but the gauze and wound were sticking together. Fan Jingwen tore it recklessly, causing the soldier to scream in pain, tears came down, and he choked up: "Master, master...... Yes! ”

Seeing that he was moved like this, Fan Jingwen was greatly inspired, mobilized his emotions, and comforted with moist eyes: "Don't worry, with me, take care of your injuries, take care of your injuries." ”

Seeing that Fan Jingwen was so emotional, several noble disciples muttered quietly in the distance.

"This Fan Shangshu is good at reading, playing, singing, talent, talent!"

Someone sarcastically said: "When the ministry was in Nanjing before, compared with often going to the Qinhuai River to observe the people's feelings, this means and this ability are comparable to the popular Oiran in the painting boat." ”

A few bad boys squeezed their eyebrows, wanted to laugh, and held back their back.

"However, the meaning of this kind of thing, just make a appearance, looking at the meaning of Fan Butang, it seems that he wants to go through the entire camp. He is an old man who is acting hard, but it hurts us. ”

"Yes, this place is so rotten, we are already covered in mud, and if we continue like this, we must be exhausted to death, it is better to stay in the tent and eat wine and be happy to the fire."

"No, I have to think of a way to let Fan Shangshu and his old man go back quickly."

"He's having a good time, how can he persuade him to leave?" Someone else sighed bitterly.

"Little brother has a way."

"Say it, say it." Everyone was already shivering with cold, and they only felt that patrolling the camp with Fan Jingwen was a first-class drudgery in the world, so they hurriedly urged the man to sacrifice that method quickly.

When the man saw that everyone was focused on himself, he didn't feel it. This person's ancestor originally had a second-class earl, but that was more than two hundred years ago, the family road has been in the middle, and now it is very down, and now it is finally attracting the attention of his companions, some of them are buying, and laughing in a low voice: "Fan Butang is very interested now, if you want to invite his old man back to the big tent to rest and not toss, you have to sweep his interest." ”

Someone snorted again: "Who dares to sweep the department?" ”

The man: "Didn't Zhu Xuanshui ask us to help let the Ningxiang Army enter the old camp and participate in this battle to make war achievements?" When Sun Qianhu from the Ningxiang Army came that day, didn't you see that Fan Shangshu didn't like this Sun Qianhu horizontally and vertically? Let's simply lead him to the Ningxiang Army today, Fan Shangshu has a prejudice against the Ningxiang Army, and if he goes, he naturally has to find some faults

。 When the time comes, as soon as his old man's heart is broken, he will naturally no longer have the intention of comforting the soldiers. And yes, it's dirty. ”

Everyone's eyes lit up, and at the same time they exclaimed: "Your idea is really good, high, really high." ”

Fan Jingwen has always been a high-level workman, and he doesn't know much about specific affairs. For example, how to set up the camp of the old battalion, and which direction the various armies are stationed in the battalion, do not know much, or do not bother to understand. Anyway, everything is handled by the people below.

So, he let this group of noble sons lead him to the camp of the Ningxiang army.

The old camp of the Nanjing Army occupies such a large area, and the dry terrain of Xiangyang without water accumulation has long been occupied by the soldiers of other guards. The Ningxiang army arrived late, and was squeezed into the easternmost low-lying area near Chushui.

Because the terrain of this place is too low, there is standing water everywhere, Fan Jingwen can't walk a few steps in it, and the mud gets into it from the upper of his shoe, and in an instant, the shoe is cold and wet.

Fan Jingwen felt a sense of disgust in his heart, and suddenly had an urge to turn around and leave, returning to the warm and dry festival.

But after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth.

I finally got up to comfort the soldiers, how could I give up halfway. And the big battle is on this day or two, for this victory, I, Fan Jingwen, have been preparing for so long, I think compared to the luscious fruits of victory, this bit of muddy water is nothing.

The tent seemed to have been erected, and although the tents were neat, they were not placed.

Obviously, it was a normal alleyway, and it couldn't take a few steps, but it turned plainly, and after walking for a while, it turned in another direction. It's like a maze, and after a few steps, Fan Jingwen became dizzy, but he was greatly impatient in his heart.

couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "Which army's barracks, how to set up the village, twisted and weird, pure chaos, children's things?" In this way, if the thieves see it, don't you think that my Ming officials and soldiers can't even set up a village, and they will despise it? ”

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