"Did you hear that, there's a fight going on up there from the north!"

"The army of the steppe barbarians has attacked several passes, trying to plunder the land of our Central Plains in the south!"

"These savages, barbarians, are really good people who don't remember to eat, and they dare to attack our Central Plains!"

"That's it, that's it! Lord Wang Mingyang is sitting in the north, and these barbarians can't make any waves! ”

The journey from Jiangsu and Zhejiang to Datong Town is extremely long, and even if it is a horse-drawn carriage, it will take a long time.

The date of the examination was in the spring, and Huang Tinghui was not in a hurry to go to the capital to prepare for the examination.

After all, grinding guns is not what Huang Tinghui likes to do.

Not only did Huang Tinghui not rush directly to the capital to prepare for the exam, but even Tang Zihu did not go to the direction of the capital.

Tang Zihu, who has always been quite cold, was so excited that he wanted to follow Huang Tinghui to Datong Town.

This made Huang Tinghui feel helpless and funny.

However, for Tang Zihu's request, Huang Tinghui did not refuse.

After all, before going out, Tang Zihu's father, Tang Sanhu, asked Huang Tinghui to take good care of his son in a very earnest tone.

As a Jinshi master who is idle at home, Tang Sanhu hopes that his son can "read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles".

"Damn, these barbarians, these savages!"

After hearing that the grassland barbarians had gone south and broken through several passes of the Central Plains Dynasty, Tang Zihu was surprisingly angry.

As the son of an orthodox scholar and a patriotic educator, Tang Zihu was extremely unhappy with the barbarians going south and plundering the Central Plains.

After all, for the people of the Central Plains, it can be said that they hate these steppe barbarians.

Many disasters in the Central Plains Dynasty were brought by these steppe barbarians.

"I heard that three years ago, there was an extremely tragic battle on the grassland!"

"This war is called the Battle of the Thirteen!"

"This war is a war between Kublai Cheng, who has a golden bloodline, and his sworn brother, Zamur, the head of the Zataran tribe."

"It was also one of the most important battles in which Kublai Cheng was able to defeat Zamur and finally win the king of the steppe."

Speaking of this, Huang Tinghui took a sip of water, but did not continue.

Compared with Tang Zihu, who is bent on paying attention to scriptures, Huang Tinghui has much more information.

Much more knowledge!

Of course, he was able to know these things.

It was also learned from Li Dingguo, who was a centurion in the northern defense line, and Li Zisong, who was guarding the Liaodong region.

Therefore, compared with the scholars who "don't listen to things outside the window and only read the books of sages", Huang Tinghui has much more insight.

"Hey!"

"Don't talk about it halfway, you won't have any friends if you sell it like this!"

Seeing that Huang Tinghui was halfway through speaking, Tang Zihu hurriedly spoke.

Looking at Tang Zihu in a hurry, Huang Tinghui laughed, and he continued: "The winner of this war is actually not Kublai Cheng with golden blood, but Zamur! ”

Hearing Huang Tinghui say this, Tang Zihu was stunned.

What the heck?

The one who lost became the master of the grassland instead?

What does this say?

Impossible!

Is this guy fooling himself?

Tang Zihu felt a little incredulous.

Seeing that Tang Zihu's face was suspicious, Huang Tinghui no longer sold Guanzi, and he directly explained: "Under the leadership of Ku Bicheng, the Mengwu Golden Tribal Department has grown rapidly. ”

"This caused the displeasure of his sworn brother, Zamur, the head of the Zataran tribe."

"In the fifth year of Taihe, Zamur was shot and killed under the pretext that the people of the tribe had plundered the horses of the gold tribe, so he united with Tai Chiwu and other thirteen tribes with a total of 30,000 people to attack Kublai Cheng."

"Although Kublai Cheng received the report of Zamur's subordinate Yiqi Lesi people, he divided his 30,000 people into thirteen divisions, Kublai Cheng and Muhe Er'er each unified the army, and the rest of the wings were mostly led by the nobles of the Qiyan tribe."

"The two sides fought at the head of the Tarbaal. This time, however, Kublai Cheng was defeated, and he retreated into the narrow land of the source of the river of suffering. ”

Hearing Huang Tinghui say this, Tang Zihu was even more puzzled.

"As Kublai Cheng, as the defeated side, shouldn't he be greatly weakened?"

"How did you become the overlord of the steppe again?"

Faced with Tang Zihu's doubts, Huang Tinghui gave the answer.

"The reason is in the character of this guy Zamur."

"Tyrannical!!" Huang Tinghui replied in a timely manner.

"Zamur led the army back to the headquarters, but the prisoners were boiled and killed in seventy cauldrons, which caused the dissatisfaction of the ministries, so the ministries turned their hearts to Kublai Cheng."

"This battle was won by the success or failure of Kublai of the golden blood, and his military strength was quickly restored and strengthened."

"Although Zamur won, Kublai Cheng of the Golden Tribe has preserved his strength, and Zamur has not taken advantage."

"In addition, this battle has made Kublai Cheng's strength leap forward!"

After finishing speaking, Huang Tinghui looked at Tang Zihu.

He knew that Tang Zihu was a smart person, but Tang Zihu's intelligence was all in the matter of reading.

Huang Tinghui was not sure if Tang Zihu could really understand why he told him this story.

I saw that after Tang Zihu heard Huang Tinghui's words, he really fell into deep thought.

After a long time, Tang Zihu spoke: "I used to think that all the smart people in the world were in my Dasheng country, and the surrounding countries were barbarians who didn't know poetry and books. ”

"They don't know how to be polite, and they can only kill, burn, and loot such barbaric things."

"Now it seems!"

"It's me who is arrogant, why are the wise people in the whole world in Dasheng?"

"How can a character who can unify the grassland tribes and be disintegrated by my Dasheng Kingdom to be regrouped together in just a few years?"

"No wonder my father often tells me to learn more from Brother Tinghui!"

"Now I understand how vicious my father's eyes were!"

"Brother Tinghui, please accept my worship!" Tang Zihu said yes, and saw that he got up and was about to bow to Huang Tinghui.

Seeing this, Huang Tinghui also directly held up Tang Zihu, he was unwilling to accept Tang Zihu's worship.

"What did Zihu see?" Huang Tinghui asked suddenly.

"People, resources!" Tang Zihu replied without the slightest hesitation.

"If it were an ordinary commander, he would definitely think that if he could win a war!"

"Even if it's for the sake of your own fame, you'll do your best!"

"But Kublai Cheng, the leader of the Golden Tribe, sees it differently!"

"He didn't think about victory or defeat, he only thought about one thing!"

"That's how to preserve your strength and save your resources!"

"As long as there is a population and resources, he can lose ten or eight times!"

"It only takes one win to win that crucial time!" Tang Zihu told Huang Tinghui what he understood.

"You're right!"

"When Chu and Han were fighting each other, the reason why Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, was able to defeat Xiang Yu!"

"It's because he knows this that he can lose ten or eight times, but as long as his strength is not greatly damaged!"

"With his gentle policy, he will definitely be able to attract more people to join him!"

"And he only needs to win a war, and that's the siege of the wall!"

"Han Gaozu Liu Bang won this war, so he became the founding king of the Great Han Dynasty!"

"Became the winning side!"

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