After crossing over, when facing this era, Zhao Ying thought more than once, why was the army of the Six Kingdoms not the opponent of the Qin army back then?

There may be many reasons for this.

Many people can stand on their own point of view and say a set of logical and self-consistent reasons.

But a problem that everyone can't avoid is that the Qin army, stimulated by the military merit and jury system, from the people to the soldiers' crazy desire to fight, has always maintained a strong combat effectiveness that far exceeds the other armies of the six countries.

Why did the Qin army fail later?

Because after unifying the six countries, driving the Xiongnu in the north, and setting Baiyue in the south, in fact, Daqin faced an extremely serious problem, that is, the fundamental law of military merit has been weakened and has lost its powerful stimulating effect.

The old Qin people who were screaming to fight suddenly had no goal, and many people had to return to the countryside and pick up their hoes again.

This is actually equivalent to years of faith and pursuit, once collapsed.

An army without ideals and beliefs, an army that does not know why it is fighting, is like a tiger without teeth, and a hero has lost its claws.

It is only a matter of time before someone is defeated.

How did Liu Bang stand out back then?

It's not that his strategy or wisdom is more powerful than other princes, but that his gangster's shared interpersonal processing mode invisibly fits the essence of human nature.

Wealth together!

Follow me, hello, hello, everyone, everyone will be promoted and make a fortune together and enjoy the glory!

In fact, this can be regarded as another model of "military merit".

In fact, there is such an invisible "military meritorious" in the successive dynasties, which plays a role that cannot be ignored, allowing more and more people and forces to unite together and burst out with strong combat effectiveness.

Therefore, from the day Zhao Ying wanted to understand this truth, he was thinking about one thing. What if one day, you have an armed force, what will you do?

His answer was-

Forge the soul of the army!

He was going to bring out an army of his own faith.

This army can't just promote his own title, nor can he just make his wife and son, he also has to find a reason for them to protect it for generations.

Therefore, when he was sure that he had the first batch of power that could be in his hands, this was what he thought about for the first time.

Under the dim oil lamp, Zhao Ying's good-looking eyebrows were sometimes dilated, sometimes frowned, and he was busy until late at night, when he breathed a sigh of relief, and after reading it again, he carefully collected it.

In order to avoid his own tragedy like Wang Mang, although he made a rough framework, he didn't dare to use it easily, he needed to invite some elites of this era, even the first emperor, to come out and help him call the pulse and take the helm.

Fortunately, things are just getting started, and everything is still in time.

Early the next morning, Zhao Ying got up as always, worked hard, and practiced the bow and arrow and Changge's assassination and slashing techniques. The effect surprised him, because he found that he had not been able to exercise well for two consecutive days, and his physical fitness not only did not stagnate, but increased more significantly!

Not only did the 3,000-meter rapid obstacle run officially break through the six-minute mark, but the 150-pound stone lock was obviously much easier in his hands.

Is it because I haven't trained so hard in the past two days?

One piece and one relaxation, the way of civil and martial arts?

Zhao Ying realized, threw down the Changge in his hand, went back to his small courtyard to wash, changed into a refreshing clothes and came out, had breakfast, and went straight to the Wucheng Marquis Mansion with the gifts that the housekeeper had prepared a long time ago.

Today is the day to apprentice to Wang Jian and learn the art of war, so you can't slack off.

As one of the four famous generals of the Warring States Period, Wang Jian is a real master of the art of war, to be precise, he is a strategist of military power, and this kind of art of war is to "defend the country with integrity, use soldiers with odds, plan first and then fight, and the situation, including yin and yang, and use skills". Paying the most attention to the study of military strategy, and having the strengths of the situation, yin and yang, and skills are the most upright and rigorous tactics, which can be said to be the soul of a soldier.

Another representative of the military strategist is Han Xin, who was born a few years later.

This young man from Huaiyin was crowned a god in the first battle and completely established his status as a soldier saint.

But today's Han Xin is probably just the tall young man in cloth who likes to wear swords all day long under Huaiyin City, and Wang Jian is the pinnacle of military power strategists in this era.

Therefore, this time, Zhao Ying didn't jump at all, and according to the tradition of this era, he did enough etiquette.

Wide clothes and belts, the grand and heavy place officially arrived.

Except that he didn't have an elder with him, he did everything he could.

Therefore, Wang Jian also did enough etiquette here, so that Wang Li waited in front of the gate early in the morning, and Wang Ben, the Marquis of Tongwu, personally welcomed out of the middle gate.

"I've seen the little boy—"

As soon as he saw Zhao Ying come in, Wang Qian, who had gray hair, made a gesture to get up and salute, Zhao Ying hurriedly walked a few steps quickly, and helped Wang Jian back first, and then bowed respectfully.

"Student Zhao Ying, meet the teacher—"

As he spoke, he held the tea that the Wang family had prepared long ago in both hands and handed it to Wang Qian.

Wang Jian sat upright, and received Zhao Ying's big gift, his face eased and beckoned Zhao Ying to sit down.

"Has the little boy ever read a book of soldiers before?"

"I've read a few, some of the military books collected by Jia Weng, such as "Sima Fa", "Wei Yuzi", "Liutao" and "Wu Zi" have all been read, but the students are dull, they only know roughly, I don't know why, and I ask the teacher to advise ......"

Wang Jian nodded, not surprised.

For the children of ordinary families, these books may be rare, but for the eldest grandson of the emperor, it is normal to read too much. Today, all the books in the world are collected in Xianyang.

"I've read it too, I've read it too......"

Wang Li finally found a topic that he could compare with Zhao Ying, his eyebrows fluttered on the side, eager to try, looking at the posture, if it wasn't for Wang Qian, he would really want to personally point out this little boy's art of war.

Wang Jian glanced at his little grandson and did not speak.

He is still satisfied with this grandson, although he is a little reckless, but he is quite solid in learning the art of war, and he never jumps. And if you say you've read it, you've really read it.

Wang Jian originally thought that Zhao Ying's reading was most likely to be the same as his own grandson's reading through, who knew that he simply mentioned two sentences, and then he was surprised to find that the so-called reading of the emperor's eldest grandson was clearly modest.

Have you ever read this?

This is clearly hard work!

No matter which part you mention, you can recite it backwards!

Looking at the eldest grandson who still didn't feel dead, he suddenly felt that his grandson was not fragrant.

"Something that doesn't become a weapon, look at the little boy of the family, and then look at you? Well! Check your recitation of the March Tomorrow and watch your ass if there are any mistakes or omissions! ”

Wang Li: ......

I shouldn't have come!