"Volume 1: All those who fight, with the right combination, with the odd victory. To meet the enemy with a positive soldier, and the surprise of the army wins, the odd is born together, and the changes are endless. After using the main army to deceive the defeat and lure the Zhao army to follow and pursue, send two strange soldiers to ambush on both sides, and after they passed, the waist was cut off, and an ambush of 25,000 people intercepted the front army, and a 4,000-person ambush intercepted the Zhao army in the barrier, which was divided into two, so that they did not care about each other, and it was difficult to echo. In this way, the forces of the Zhao army are scattered, and they cannot form a joint force......"

"Volume 2: The three armies can win the air, and the generals can win the heart. After besieging the Zhao army, it was not just a passive siege, but sent light troops to attack and harass the Zhao army, fight guerrilla warfare, and psychologically torture them, so that they could not survive or die, and were always in a state of terror, suffering from spiritual devastation, and could not get rid of the threat of death. In the end, they lost their fighting spirit, lost their confidence, gave up resistance, and raised their hands to surrender......"

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Zhao Jin looked at this book of war, it was full of extremely valuable battlefield experience, and even the existence of battle formations, Zhao Jin did not read the art of war, since he was a child, under the influence of his own old man, he has not read those military laws, but it is rare to see such a detailed and detailed military book like this book of strategies.

Zhao Jin is willing to learn from these experiences, and he believes that these will become his extremely powerful help in the future.

"The man who is the terrain is also the help of the soldiers. The terrain of the Changping battlefield is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and there is a passage in the middle, which only allows one carriage to pass through. Like a pocket, it is called the Valley of Killing, and it is also called the Valley of Provincial Grievances. This kind of terrain can be described as a man who is not open, and the art of war says: "The soldiers are in the middle of the road, and they are also dangerous places." ’”

"The terrain is not passable, but it is good for ambushes. Taking advantage of this terrain, he deceived the enemy, lured the enemy into believing the truth, drove the army to pursue the victory, entered the pocket that had been laid out before, was split in two, and the pocket was tightened, so that it fell into a desperate situation, so that it was completely defeated and almost completely annihilated......"

While Zhao Jin continues to learn these experiences, he is also secretly guessing the identity of Mr. Big in his heart, he always feels that the actual combat experience in these military books is like Mr. Big's own personal experience, and there is always a voice flashing in his head, this book must have been written by Mr. Big himself.

At the stone table in the small courtyard, Song Lie and Mr. Big sat on the stone bench and drank tea, and the well-fed Tiger Brother was lying on the wooden rocking chair not far away, and his bulging belly like a hill almost burst the buttons on his shirt.

"Two, how is this unicorn in my family?"

Song Lie looked at the two of them with a little smugness, and he couldn't hide the flying eyebrows on his face.

"It is indeed a dragon and phoenix among people, coupled with the talent of innate divine power, it is indeed suitable for learning my halberd method."

Brother Tiger didn't know where to pull a piece of grass and bite it in his mouth, his expression at this time had a feeling of "a cigarette after dinner, a race over a living fairy", and it looked so comfortable.

"Well, my Great Qin's future."

Mr. Big couldn't help but nodded, he naturally felt that Song Lie's gaze at him was very teasing, and he himself was a little embarrassed, but fortunately, he was thick-skinned enough, and he was a character who had lived for thousands of years.

"Alright, you can laugh if you want."

Of course, Mr. Big knew what Song Lie was thinking at this time, when he first came, he just came to teach Zhao Jin on the order of "that one", he himself was not voluntary, just to complete the task, so he seemed a little reluctant at that time.

But now that Zhao Jin has awakened the totem spirit beast of the Qin State, and the Great Qin State has already recognized Zhao Jin as the future of the Qin State, how could he become so rigid again?

Now in Mr. Big's heart, Zhao Jin is the hope of the Qin State, don't say he is unwilling, he is afraid that he is not a thousand or ten thousand willing.

"Hahaha......"

Finally, Song Lie couldn't help laughing, the tiger brother on the side was infected by this laughter, and just wanted to laugh twice, but was stopped by the gaze cast by Mr. Big, this is not something he can provoke.

"Alright, it's not too early, I should go too."

Song Lie restrained his emotions, glanced at the direction of Zhao Jin's room with a little reluctance, and slowly stood up.

"Wu Anjun, Wen Hou, my nephew, his Zhao family's Qilinzi, please leave it to you!"

Song Lie arched his hand slightly at Mr. Big and Brother Hu, and at this time, Mr. Big and Brother Tiger also stood up and bowed slightly.

"Don't worry, General Song, my Great Qin's future can be weaker than others, and we will definitely give you everything!"

Song Lie looked at Mr. Big, who had obviously changed his attitude before and after the contract, and felt quite funny in his heart, what kind of sparks would such a tsundere master and such a black-bellied apprentice collide?

Song Lie is looking forward to it, but it's a pity that he can't watch it in person and record them one by one, otherwise he would have published a rotten article of "Tsundere Master and the Black-bellied Apprentice", which would have been very popular.

"Don't worry, Chef Song, you can go with confidence, the young master will leave it to us!"

Brother Hu also said to Song Lieweng, who knew that when Mr. Big looked at him, he immediately knew that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately became silent, stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and shook his head, indicating that he knew that he was wrong, as if he had just said nothing.

"Okay, since he can send you two here, I'm sure he knows it too, so I can leave with peace of mind!"

As he spoke, Song Lie jumped onto the wall of his small courtyard, waved his hand with his back to the two, and disappeared from the sight of the two in a few jumps.

"This Song chef doesn't leave the door if he has a good door, he has to climb over the wall, and he still likes to pretend to be the same old look."

Brother Tiger looked at the back of Song Lie leaving, the corners of his mouth twitched, and the big gentleman on the side also shook his head, speechless for Song Lie's still some childish habits.

The sun began to slowly decline, changing from a dazzling midday light to a soft afternoon glow. The sky, a deep blue, with only a trace of clouds, seemed to be dotted with delicate snow white on this vast expanse.

As the clock continues to pass and the sun begins to set slowly, the blue in the sky gradually darkens and finally turns a deep purple.

At this time, the lighting in the room has softened, giving a sense of serenity and serenity. The contrast between the tranquility of the night and the liveliness of the afternoon makes it feel like time passes so quickly and mysteriously.

Zhao Jin was immersed in the sea of military books all afternoon, until he couldn't stand it anymore, and he had to rub his eyes and walk out. The little shadow on his shoulder has also been running to Zhao Jin's head very obediently to fall asleep, not noisy or noisy.

As soon as he came out, he saw countless terrifying sword lights constantly flipping in the courtyard, and the black figure was holding a bronze sword, which seemed to be very ordinary in every movement, but it was full of endless sword intent.

Suddenly, the owner of the sword seemed to have discovered Zhao Jin, and turned the sword body and stabbed straight at Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin felt that he was locked by the endless killing intent, and was about to react, but found that his body couldn't move a bit, how many people must be killed to produce the killing intent? Even the space around him was blocked, and before the sword arrived, he was already suppressed by this killing intent and was about to suffocate.

In Zhao Jin's almost desperate gaze, the tip of the sword stopped less than a millimeter in front of Zhao Jin's head, and he only felt a chill hit his brain.

At that time, there was only one thought left in his mind, this sword, he would die.

The last time I encountered the two life-and-death crises in the tomb of the great general, how insignificant they seemed under this sword.

Not to mention the sword blade, just with that sword intent, Zhao Jin felt that it was not something he could resist.

"Zhao boy, how is my sword?"

Mr. Big put away his sword and stood, looking at Zhao Jin expressionlessly.

Zhao Jin saw that he was not dead, he reached out and touched his head, there was no wound, and he was safe and sound. But he found that his back was already soaked at that moment.

Brother Hu, who was lying in the wooden rocking chair in the distance, looked at Mr. Big's "performance" and was very disdainful in his heart.

"Cut, it's really pretending to be a good one-handed, when can't dance the sword, you have to wait until he is about to come out......"

As if sensing the bad words that Brother Tiger said in his heart, Mr. Big immediately turned his head to stare at him, realizing that he was locked by Mr. Big's gaze, Brother Tiger couldn't help but turn around and stop looking at him.

"Cut, what a cow, if I can't beat you, it's strange that I can let you pretend to be so forced!"

Of course, Zhao Jin didn't know the inner activities of the two, he only knew that the sword just now was too strong, and he couldn't even think of resisting at all.

He knew that Mr. Big was strong, but he didn't expect it to be so strong, and now he began to have an intuitive understanding of Mr. Big's strength.

"Sir, this sword... Very strong! Please sir teach me! ”

Zhao Jin didn't feel annoyed after being offended, but bowed to Mr. Big.

"Hmm."

Seeing that the effect he wanted was there, Mr. Big nodded lightly, turned around, and walked to the stone table in the small courtyard.

"I'm pretending to be forced again, I'm really convinced of this old six!"

Brother Tiger on the recliner in the distance caught a glimpse of this scene, and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

It seems that this tiger brother is also quite black-bellied, or is it because he can't beat the other party and can only complain in his heart, and he is forced to have a black belly?

"How do you read the book of war?"

Mr. Big sat down and took a sip of tea, and asked Zhao Jin who was following him unhurriedly.

"Sir, this soldier's writing is really exquisite, and I am willing to love it."

Zhao Jin bowed respectfully, and Mr. Big continued to drink tea with an expressionless face, but Brother Hu, who was not far away, couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Who doesn't know that the book of war was written by you, and now I can't tell how beautiful it is, and I'm still pretending to be deep there."

Brother Tiger couldn't help but pout on the side that Mr. Big couldn't see.

"Do you have any doubts?"

"Yes."

"Say."