The stout boy looked at his partner.

Although I didn't know what he was talking about, I suddenly felt a little excited.

"You're going to do something big?"

"If you really want to do something big, take me with you!"

"Okay." The handsome boy replied.

…

Three years later.

At the beginning, the boy was already an adult, and he got the eucalyptus head in the college examination, and he had the identity of a showman, a famous prodigy in the countryside.

The teenager was at home, and a friend who had passed the hospital test brought a shocking news.

"Wu Bo broke through the defense line of Tianyin Mountain, and the army swept through the sixteen states of Yanli?"

"Yingzhou County was slaughtered?"

He patted himself to his feet, his chest filled with anger after being shocked.

"Wubo is cruel and bloody, treating the people of Longkang as pigs and dogs, and the court is incapable of guarding the generals, and no army can compete."

"The sixteen states of Yanli are all plains, there is no natural danger to defend, and the army has no fighting spirit, and the entire Yanli is going to be lost." Said a friend.

He sat there, lost for a long time.

Soon, the light in his eyes was renewed.

Standing up and picking up the brush on the inkstone, he broke it in anger.

"Makinoyuki, what are you?" My friend asked puzzled.

"Wu Bo has annexed Yanli Sixteen Prefectures, is my Long Kang really strong?"

"I don't think so!"

"Longkang seems to be weak, but it is rich in products, both the court and the people have a lot of wealth, and the economy is active...... Such a country is also considered a weak country? ”

"Longkang's national strength is not weak, weak, in courage, in people's hearts!"

He said with righteous indignation.

"What do you want to do? Can you still join the army and fight? My friend asked.

"Join the army, so why not?" He replied.

"There are so many civil officials in the world, it is nothing more than the governance of one side to regulate the people's livelihood, there are many such civil officials, and there are not many civil servants and pastors, and there are many less than me."

"What the world lacks is a famous general who can turn national strength into combat power!"

"I, Wen Muzhi, will give up my pen and follow Rong, I don't believe it, Long Kang is so weak, he can only be slaughtered by others!"

"One day, I will expel Wu Boman and return my Longkang River Mountain!"

…

Ten years.

The original teenager was already twenty-seven years old.

He spent ten years traveling all over the country, familiarizing himself with military books, and serving as a staff member under many front-line generals, accumulating experience bit by bit to confirm what he had learned.

At the age of twenty-seven, he has become more and more introverted, and he is no longer as sharp as when he was a teenager.

The art of war and strategy are only part of the military struggle.

In the past ten years, he has seen not only the blood and ambition in his heart, but also the real and complex side of the world.

Warriors are afraid of death, and there are many people who are afraid of death.

The righteous and awe-inspiring generals, who can indeed fight, also eat empty salaries and drink the blood of soldiers.

A brave soldier has degenerated step by step into a soldier and a **.

The barracks are not simple, there are also intrigues and rivalries, competing for fame and fortune.

The court's co-optation and defense of the border generals.

The complex temple struggle affects all aspects of the army.

One thing at a time, he saw it in his eyes and imprinted it in his heart.

People in the world are not talking about righteousness or ideals, but about interests.

Many people see this, ambition and enthusiasm or are extinguished, even if they don't want to go along with the pollution, just alone, occasionally in their sleep, only remember the youthful spirit of the year.

He saw it too.

He knew that it was far more difficult to accomplish his ambition than he thought.

But should I give up if it's difficult?

"Courage is not not afraid, but as long as you feel right, you can do it if it is difficult, and you must do it if you are afraid."

"Isn't it?"

He asked himself.

His gaze became more restrained, and his expression became deeper and more rational.

…

At the age of thirty-three, he accumulated real skills and abilities in leading soldiers on the border for many years, and annotated military books, published them all over the world, and shocked the world, and gained great prestige among Shilin and army generals.

He met one of the most important nobles in his life.

The noble man is a neighbor of the Son of Heaven and recommends it to the Son of Longkang.

After the school examination and investigation, he was innocent, everything he did was very clean and beautiful, and he had a reputation in Shilin, and the Son of Heaven appreciated him and sent him to Yanli.

He went to Yanli, with only an old servant with him, and his childhood playmate, now Tie Niu, the personal guard.

…

In half a year, he gained a firm foothold in the Yanli Border Army.

More than ten years of diligence and accumulation, so that he knows more rules of light and dark in the army than anyone else, and the means are more complete, in less than half a year, he managed the army well, won the trust of the commander, balanced the interests of colleagues, and maintained smooth communication with the court...... He did everything he could.

He knew that he couldn't be perfect, he worked hard several times more than others, and there were some hidden dangers.

However, he can control the really important things.

On the martial arts field, he stood in front of the camp tent and watched the soldiers training inside.

The playmate of the year, now the personal guard, changed the name of the big name Niu Ben to the iron bull, and guarded him with a knife.

"Iron Bull, do you look at them, are they weak?"

He looked at the soldiers in the arena and asked.

Iron Bull looked at it for a moment and shook his head.

"Not weak."

"Long Kang's military salary is quite sufficient, the food is not bad, and the professor's mastery of the killing method in the army is also okay, so it can't be said to be weak."

"Then do you know why they can't win a war?" He asked.

Tie Niu thought for a long time.

"I don't know, is it because the army of the Vulbotarians is too strong?"

He shook his head.

"It's not that they're weak, it's that they don't believe in their hearts that they can win."

"It is a fact that the Wubo army is very strong, and Long Kang's army is not weak, but it will lose every battle."

"They don't lose because they are not strong enough, but because they are mental."

"As soon as the Wubo barbarians came, as long as the wolf's tooth arrow broke through the air, the first reaction of this group of soldiers was to turn around and run away, which has become a habit."

Tie Niu listened to it and wanted to say something to refute, but after thinking about it, the general was telling the truth.

"What then?" Iron Bull asked.

"It's easy to break the mountain, but it's hard to break the heart." He shook his head slightly.

But after a moment, he suddenly smiled and said, "But it's not impossible. ”

"General, don't make fun of me, I'll wait for you to say a way!" Iron Bull asked in a little anxious.

He smiled and said, "It's easy. ”

"A few more wins, and that's good."

"This?" Iron Bull's eyes widened, not knowing how such an army, which was accustomed to losing and fleeing, could win?

…

Thirty-four years old.

He led the Yanli army, set up an ambush to besiege and kill the Wubo Man's Commander Shi Gu Nai, and beheaded 1,200 Wu Boman's people, and his own casualties were only 300.

The world was shocked by the results of this battle!

Long Kang faced Wu Boman, and he hadn't won a battle for more than ten years.

But whenever there is a conflict, Long Kang is always losing.

In the imperial court, there were even rumors that Wu Bo was invincible.

He beheaded the governor of Wubo Man, Shi Gu Nai, killed 1,200 enemies, and his own casualties were less than 300, and the battle report was transmitted to the imperial court, but no one dared to believe it, even the emperor was suspicious, and sent seven messengers in a row to verify the war report.

After confirming the authenticity, Long Kang went to the court and celebrated with a crown.

He was directly promoted to the third level and became the second person in Yan Li's army.

The whole world says that he came down to earth with the stars and reversed the fortunes of Longkang.

Only he knows how much he paid for this big victory.

He waited for this opportunity for a whole year.

He looked at the vast amount of information every day, and repeatedly compared and scrutinized it to find reliable and credible content.

He searched for any news about the enemy generals, even their eating habits.

He traveled all the terrain where he could be engaged, measured the battlefield with his feet a dozen times, and encountered the Vulbo cavalry several times.

He formulates possible situations, and there are more than a dozen or even dozens of scenarios for each situation, and plans to deal with them, so that he is well versed in them.

He controls all the soldiers, morale, diet, and mood in the army that he leads, and refuses to let go of a single star.

This year, he missed the last time he saw his father.

He missed his sister's marriage.

His daughter is three years old, and he has only seen him once.

But he waited for his chance.

When the time came, he had already calculated countless times, and instead of using any clever scheme, he used everything he knew to separate the enemy, and then used absolute superiority in strength to fight him.

Killing 1,000 enemies is just using an army of 4,000 to crush the opponent's 300-man team four times in a row.

It's really easy to say, but how hard it is to do, only he knows.

He still remembered the unbelievable expression on the faces of the Long Kang soldiers after the first three-hundred-man team of Wu Boman was annihilated.

Win?

Did you really win?

When he saw the excited and somewhat dazed expressions of those soldiers, he knew.

The seeds of courage have been planted.

…

Thirty-five years old.

Yan Li, the coach of the border area, died of illness.

Before he died, the coach vomited blood and wrote a letter recommending him to be the coach of Yanli.

"If there is only one person in the world who can recover the sixteen states of Yanli, it can only be Wen Muzhi!" The coach is on his deathbed.

The court agreed.

He became the coach of Yanli.

Yan's parting general is not convinced?

Don't care, if you can win against Wu Boman, they will obey.

…

He was forty-five years old.

Yan left the sixteen states and recovered the twelve states.

The Wubo barbarians said that his tactics were improvised, ingenious, and unpredictable.

Yan left the army and worshipped him as a military god.

He knew he wasn't a god.

He doesn't have so many whimsical and ingenious schemes.

He won all the battles in the same way as he had won the first victory.

Use various methods to create local absolute superiority, eliminate inferior enemies, wait for opportunities when they don't appear, and never shoot indiscriminately.

In peacetime, the enemy's time and energy are several times greater and focused on important things.

In terms of training, he was a little more attentive than the enemy.

In terms of intelligence, it is a little more attentive than the enemy.

In terms of terrain exploration, it is a little more attentive than the enemy.

The relationship with the imperial court is maintained, in terms of military discipline and integrity, in terms of rewarding meritorious deeds, in showing compassion for soldiers, in self-restraint, in strength calculation, and in seizing the opportunity......

"The Great Age of Genes"

All decisions, done a little correctly, all subtle aspects, a little better than the enemy,

Then leave it to time.

A little advantage, with the blessing of time, finally gathered into a power, but it is overwhelming and invincible!

This road is actually not difficult to think of, but few people take it, no one takes Longkang, and neither does Wu Boman's Su Shilie.

Because it's really too difficult to walk down, how can it be so simple to say?

But, he walked down.

What worries him the most at this time is time.

Materials, Longkang is not lacking, you can ask the court for it.

Person? The most important thing that Longkang lacks is people.

He has no shortage of people, money, or things.

But time is the same for everyone, only so much.

He didn't know if he would have so much time in his lifetime to implement his ambition and recover Yanli.

…

Forty-seven years old.

Shengjun Mountain, Moth Ridge.

Wuzun Guzan rushed head-on, and one by one the people from Longkang Jianghu fell at the feet of Guzan.

"Su Shilie's back hand turned out to be Wuzun Guzan."

He calmly watched everything in front of him.

He knew that today, he might die here.

But there was no fear in his heart.

At the age of seventeen, he gave up his pen and joined Rong, and it has been thirty years since then.

In the past thirty years, he has not wasted a moment.

Even if he dies here today, the current Wen family army is not the Yan Lijun who fled when he heard the sound of wolf's teeth and arrows.

He knew that after his death, Wen Jiajun would panic for a short time.

There may be some people who will lose their courage.

But that doesn't matter.

He has planted the seeds of courage in the hearts of many.

It's like when he was a child, his mother planted that seed in his heart.

If one person ignites it with courage, it will surely burn the prairie fire.

Wuzun Guzan rushed in front of him and slapped him on the forehead.

Looking at the palm that was getting closer and closer, in this moment, he thought a lot.

Childhood memories, the hesitation when I was admitted to the first place, the various situations in the army that I saw in my career as a staff member in the army, the apologies to my wife who was destined to sacrifice when I was newly married, the joy when I learned of the birth of my daughter, and the sadness when I watched my mother's gray hair.

Compassion for the soldiers who died in battle.

"Today is my time of death."

"Death is not as terrible as imagined."

"Even if I die, someone will follow my path."

"It's just a pity that I can't see with my own eyes that Yan is leaving the Sixteen Prefectures."

He thought.

Then the heavens and the earth went into darkness.

……

Fang Ze was stunned for a while.

"Yuan Daxia?"

Old Madam Wen was looking at him.

Fang Ze let out a long breath.

I experienced Wen Muzhi's life just now, but it was much richer and heavier than the previous experience.

Looking at his life, he deserves to be a hero.

At the same time, Fang Ze also felt that he had learned a lot from Wen Muzhi's actions.

Fang Ze felt his divine soul and was surprised to find that this spiritual experience had brought him more spiritual growth than Yuan Ye and Ding Yong combined.

Fang Ze looked at Old Madam Wen.

"I suddenly thought of something just now, General Wen sacrificed a lot for Long Kang."

He said.

When Mrs. Wen heard this, her heart trembled slightly.

She closed her eyes for a moment, adjusting her mind.

"Ome."

The maid on the side hurriedly walked out, and at the same time took out a thin booklet.

Old Madam Wen took it and handed it to Fang Ze.

"What is this?"

Fang Ze looked at this booklet that was a little old and asked.

"This is the object left by the ancestors of the grandson."

"It is said to be of great use to people in the rivers and lakes."

"It's just that no one in the descendants of the Wen family can understand it."

"Muzhi only left me a granddaughter, and I don't know who this booklet is passed on, Yuan Daxia has done so much for my son, and this booklet will be given to Yuan Daxia, and I am slightly grateful."

Fang Ze nodded slightly, and did not refuse.

At a glance, the booklet was called "Secret Treasure Record", but I didn't know what martial arts school it was.

He put the book away.

"Old Mrs. Wen, this matter is over, Yuan has something else, so he won't stay here."

"Take your leave, Mrs. Wen take care."

"Okay." Old Madam Wen nodded.

Fang Ze arched his hand and turned to leave.

"Senior Yuan, please wait a minute!"

Hua Zirong, who had been following Fang Ze just now, hurriedly chased after him.