"You need to remember that whether it is swords, guns, swords, halberds, bows, horses, riding and shooting, the first thing is to keep the lower plate stable! In the future, you will have to stand for half an hour before the official class every day!" On the martial arts field in the Imperial College, Yuwen Chong, the first warrior of the Great Wei Dynasty and the chief coach of the Imperial Army, said sternly to more than ten Class A students in front of you. ↗

Yuwen Chong was a long-time general and taught the imperial guards for many years. He had a shocking momentum. Under his guidance, more than a dozen students stepped on their knees, bent their arms to their chests, and put on a standard stud. Yuwen Chong walked past them and said a few words to correct the mistakes and omissions. He saw that among the more than ten people on the field, only Li You, Zheng Liang and Wang Ji were still standard.

"Mr. Xu taught you? How long have you been practicing?" When he walked past Li You, he couldn't help asking.

"That's right, the students started practicing when they were in Jiazhou. Now they have been more than three months!" Li You's posture remained unchanged, looking ahead and said quietly.

Three months? A hint of surprise flashed in Yuwen Chong's eyes. It was really not easy to achieve such a level in three months of practice. Even Zheng Liang and Wang Ji, who were beside him, also looked here. They had spent much longer than Li You back then.

"Report to the teacher, the students can't support it anymore!" Yuwen Chong asked something, but heard Chen Jinglong on the side say tremblingly. When he looked back, he saw that his face was as white as paper and his head was full of sweat, as if he could really not hold it.

Yuwen Chong sighed and shook his head and said, "Since that's the case, you go and rest first." This place was either a noble child or a descendant of a famous family, so he naturally could not treat them by teaching the imperial guards.

With Chen Jinglong in front, then Qiu Chengxuan and other students from civil servants also launched one after another. In the end, only five people were left in the martial arts performance field, standing there.

Half an hour later, after a short rest, the group stood before the target again; Yuwen Chong stood with a long bow in his hand, "The first word "stable" is to open the bow. When opening the bow, the left hand is like a mountain, and the right hand is like holding a baby. When shooting an arrow, the spirit and spirit must be united. There is only arrows and bull's eye in his eyes, and there is nothing else... Who has ever practiced shooting skills? Let's go forward and try it!"

After a little leaning, Li You stood fifty steps away from the target, and his bow was like a full moon, and the arrows were like a meteor, and three arrows hit the bull's eye in a row. The students were surprised. Wang Ji showed joy, Qiu Chengxuan was thinking, Zheng Liang was eager to try, while the civil servants snorted coldly to show disdain. Li You took all these in his heart.

The poems and essays after the bow and horse became the time for civil servants to express themselves. Among the nobles, only Li You and Qiu Chengxuan could keep up with their pace. Zheng Liang looked at the scriptures in front of him with a bitter face. Chen Jinglong supported his head with his right hand, and seemed to have entered his dream little by little.

Cui Hong, the grandson of the Minister of Personnel who was born in the Cui family of Boling, swept away the morning's frustration and answered Wang Weizhen's various questions with a high spirit, which made Wang Weizhen nod and praise him. Finally, he even said, "I am worthy of being a noble family. With your familiarity with the classics, even if you take the exam in the current subject, you can still go to high school!"

Then his eyes turned to Zheng Liang and Chen Jinglong, and his face became gloomy, "You need to work harder. If you fail the exam next year, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Cui Hong turned his head proudly and looked at them as if he was provoking, as if he was cheering for his resolute move. After Wang Weizhen left, he even said, "Swords, guns, bows and horses are just low-key careers for martial artists, and the principles of the classics are the way to govern the country."

"Haha, I heard that in the future, coach Yuwen has arranged a battle practice! Brother Cui would like to go to Daxiangguo Temple to pay a visit as soon as possible. Don't let you draw me as an opponent!" Zheng Liang responded unwillingly, "I'm going to say that I can beat ten scholars like you who are well-read in poetry and outstanding in talent at a time!"

"Dear classmates, don't argue; if you make trouble in the Imperial College, you will be expelled from the list. Wang Jijiu has always been famous for being selfless. If you make trouble, it may not be useful to invite elders from the monks!" Wang Ji hurried out to smooth things over and separate the two of them.

The military strategy class on the second day became the home court for the nobles' children. After the Wuxueyu Yang Yi started the class, he asked them a question, "How can I win on the battlefield?"

"In the past, when Shun was Shun, Miao was not convinced, and Yu was about to attack him. Shun said, "No. If the virtue is not strong and the martial arts are not good, it is not Tao." So he practiced the teaching for three years and took the Gan Qi Wu. Miao was convinced." Cui Hong shook his head and pulled a passage, and then said, "Therefore, only by conquering people with virtue can one be invincible."

"Gannai shield, Qi Nai axe! I think that Miao is just a frightened by Shun's military power, but it's not just a matter of virtue!" Seeing Cui Hong still refuting, Yang Yi said, "If you think what this Xueyu is wrong, this Xueyu should ask Your Majesty to ask this student to go to the border to subdue the barbarians with virtue!"

Cui Hong's mouth twitched, and he forced himself to hold back. He didn't want to stay away from the prosperity of Beijing; Zheng Liang and others couldn't help but laugh when they saw him in this way.

"Oh? Zheng Sheng seems to have some ideas? Why not talk about it?" Yang Yi turned his gaze to Zheng Liang.

"Sir, I think that as long as our army is strong and the leader is not afraid of life and death, he will be invincible!" After saying that, Zheng Liang looked at Cui Hong with pride.

"Who, if the enemy troops are stronger than ours, what should we do if the enemy generals are not afraid of life and death?" Yang Yi's words froze Zheng Liang's smile, and then his eyes turned to Li You, "Let's talk."

"Well, in the eyes of the students, if you want to win on the battlefield, you are nothing more than using the masses to overwhelm the weak and bullying the weak with the strong!" Li You replied slowly, and then a burst of laughter suddenly sounded in the school. In their opinion, winning with less is something worth boasting. Isn't it appropriate to win with more?

"Oh? Let's talk about it?" Unexpectedly, Yang Yi's eyes lit up and he continued to ask.

"Looking at the ancient and modern battle examples, although there are many battles that can defeat the more with less, less does not mean weak, and more does not necessarily mean strong! Any battle that can defeat the more with less is to concentrate troops to attack one of them..." Li You slowly recited what Chen Qingzhi said to him, "... Therefore, on the battlefield, the first thing is to concentrate superior forces to attack the enemy's weaknesses, so that you can always win and be unbeaten."

"Haha, you have already seen the essence of military strategy!" Yang Yi couldn't help laughing and praised. The nobles' children were happy for it, and they knew they had won again.
Chapter completed!