"Lang'er, I have met your Grandpa Wang and Uncle Wang."

Qin Shihuang introduced.

Zhao Lang immediately said hello to the two of them.

At this time, Wang Jian had come to his senses. Looking at the young man in front of him, he couldn't help but ask Qin Shi Huang,

"Your Majesty...Brother Zhao, is this young man?"

Qin Shihuang nodded and said with a bit of pride,

"Well, it's my son Zhao Lang."

Wang Jian showed a pity look.

There is currently no crown prince in the Qin Dynasty, and Qin Shihuang has not shown this intention.

As a general of the imperial court, he usually would not interact with the prince.

Anyway, with his status, no matter who takes the position, he will be safe and sound.

But in this way, it would be a pity for a general.

Now he no longer even had the desire to ask.

Wang Jian looked at his son Wang Ben, and sure enough, the other man also shook his head covertly.

It seems that they have the same view.

Qin Shihuang seemed not to notice these abnormalities at all, and said with a smile,

"Lang'er, I heard from Uncle Fu that you made some new things. Take me to see them."

Zhao Lang did not hesitate and led a few people towards the training ground.

I even taught my father the skills of papermaking and printing, so there is nothing wrong with this training method.

Just need some more funds.

Just be prepared.

When we arrived at the renovated small courtyard, we looked at the layout inside.

Even though Qin Shihuang had seen him once, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional and asked,

"Lang'er, do you usually train here with the teenagers?"

Zhao Lang nodded in agreement.

Then I talked about the training methods and functions of each project in detail.

It’s almost the same as Wang Jian’s previous guess.

Qin Shihuang nodded repeatedly and asked,

"Can we let them come over and practice?"

Zhao Lang shook his head and said,

"Dad, we have just finished lunch now, it is not suitable for strenuous exercise, and they have classes in the afternoon."

"It's time to rest."

Zhao Lang also brought along the good habit of taking a nap.

At this time, a trace of surprise flashed in Wang Ben's eyes, and he couldn't help but ask,

"These teenagers still need to study and learn calligraphy?"

Zhao Lang nodded matter-of-factly, but found that everyone, including his cheap dad, looked confused.

Thinking that if there is going to be a rebellion in the future, these people are the backbone, and we must let them know the importance of a cultured army.

So he explained,

"In fact, whether they are generals or small soldiers, being able to read and write can help them understand their superiors' combat intentions and better execute orders."

Zhao Lang learned this knowledge from one of the greatest armies.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ben frowned and said,

"As long as the generals understand the art of war, it will be fine, and the sergeants just need to obey orders. Reading and writing will only make them think wildly."

Seeing several people arguing, Qin Shihuang not only did not stop them, but instead looked interesting and watching the excitement.

Zhao Lang returned not to be outdone,

"It is good for soldiers to obey orders as their bounden duty."

"But an army with culture and faith is the real invincible army!"

"Otherwise, they would just be some cold-blooded killing machines."

Zhao Lang's words were absolutely convincing because he had seen such an army with his own eyes.

An ordinary army will basically collapse if its battle losses reach 30%.

But in that army, some teams even suffered 100% battle losses!

That means everyone will die in battle!

No one stepped back!

Because everyone knows why they are fighting!

Wang Ben wanted to refute, but Wang Jian's eyes flashed and he couldn't help but say,

"You're talking about the military spirit!"

Zhao Lang looked at the old man and was a little surprised. He didn't expect that anyone would really understand, so he nodded and said,

"Exactly."

Wang Jian's eyes suddenly became moist at this time. He was from Lao Qin.

When he was young, he still remembered it.

The scene of the old Qin people singing songs and going to war, his father and brother were also there.

He felt at that time that that army had a soul.

But after the Qin Dynasty unified the world, this military spirit became extremely weak.

Thinking of this, Wang Jian kept saying,

"Okay, okay! Well said!"

But this made Wang Jian even more painful.

If Zhao Lang only had a small talent, he would forget about it. After all, which dynasty didn't have a few buried geniuses.

He never expected that Zhao Lang's understanding of the army would reach this level!

In some ways, he is even stronger than his biological son Wang Ben!

As long as there is a little guidance, given time, we will definitely become a great generation!

How does this make him let go?

Zhao Lang was also a little confused on the side.

The way the old man looked at him was so strange. He was happy at one moment, painful at the other, and a little affectionate.

Zhao Lang looked at his cheap dad,

"Could this be Uncle Wang from next door?"

Qin Shihuang saw all these situations in his eyes and couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart.

Is my son what your military strategists want?

Of course, if he knew what Zhao Lang was thinking, he would definitely not mind being hung up and beaten.

"Lang'er, your Grandpa Wang and the others have been running around all morning, and they are a little tired."

"That's it for today."

Qin Shihuang said.

Zhao Lang nodded. It was almost time for class.

"Dad, I'm going to class first."

After Zhao Lang left, Qin Shihuang said with some pride,

"Two generals, how is my prodigal son doing?"

Wang Jian said with a serious face at this time,

"Young Master is a great talent!"

"But I don't know why Your Majesty never mentioned Gongzilang?"

When talking about this issue, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Qin Shihuang's face.
To be continued...