Qilingyi, a city, is still relatively peaceful, but people in the streets and alleys will inevitably mention the nearby Tongguan war, or talk about the war in Hedong at the end of last year.
In the restaurant, there was a lot of noise, the sounds of eating and talking, chirping, chirping.
"I heard the fight will take a long time this time..."
"What should we do? As time goes by, people will inevitably be mobilized to collect taxes..."
"The Hussars General is pretty good. He hasn't levied any more taxes yet. When he was still in Shandong... well, I won't mention it..."
"Ni said that Cao's army is so powerful that I thought they were really going to invade Chang'an..."
"Chang'an doesn't even have a decent wall. If we really want to invade, how can we defend it?"
"Have you heard, Ni Mo? Tongguan is the wall of Chang'an!"
"Does this mean Chang'an... is so big?"
"It's so big! This is what the Cavalry General said...what did he say..." The speaker scratched his head, "Oh, I forgot how to say the original words..."
Pang Hong was beside him and couldn't help but said: "How can a person who cares about the world be trapped in a corner?"
"Oh, that's it!"
The man slapped the table, then turned to look at Pang Hong, only to see that Pang Hong had already stood up to discuss the account and walked out.
After leaving the restaurant, Pang Hong walked slowly on the street. He liked walking around the market when he had nothing to do.
After passing Yongningfang and walking onto South Street, Chang'an seems to be the same Chang'an along the way, but with some new changes.
Chang'an was destroyed once in the Han Dynasty.
During Dong Zhuo's time, another half was destroyed.
However, Chang'an City is still very large, larger than most cities in the world.
This place is like Tianyuan on the chessboard of the world.
Walking on the streets of Chang'an, Pang Hong always feels like he is walking at the heart of the world.
After walking for a while, there was Chang'an Bell Tower in front of us.
The bell tower has no watch but a clock.
When the hussars set out to conquer the Western Regions, the bells and drums sounded in unison.
But now, it's quiet above the bell tower.
On weekdays, except for the morning bell and evening drum, the big bell does not move at all.
"The hussar general hasn't come back yet..." Pang Hong looked up at the big clock and muttered in a low voice.
He also asked his father Pang Tong this question, but Pang Tong just laughed and said that Pang Hong did not understand the art of war.
"I know all the Thirteen Chapters of Sun Tzu by heart..." Pang Hong snorted, "You still say I don't understand... but since my father said that, it means... well... the art of war..."
"Oh! I never expected to meet Brother Pang again!"
Pang Hong was thinking about it when he heard a voice behind him. When he turned around, he saw that it was Li Deng, the son of Li Yuan.
"Brother Pang, my younger brother Li Deng is polite..." When Li Deng saw Pang Hong turning around, he bowed to the ground with full courtesy.
Pang Hong turned around and returned the greeting.
The two chatted for a while, and Li Deng asked cautiously: "Brother Pang... dare I ask... when will General Hussar... be able to return to the capital?"
"When will you return to Beijing?" Pang Hong repeated, as if he suddenly felt that this sentence was very harsh, and frowned slightly, "Why do you ask?"
When Li Deng saw Pang Hong frowning, he was startled and said quickly: "I just haven't seen the hussar for a long time, and I miss you... I have no other intention, I have no other intention... I say goodbye, I say goodbye..."
"Wait!" Pang Hong suddenly seemed to have remembered something and stopped Li Deng. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "The Hussars are not in Chang'an. Are you afraid of Cao Jun?"
Li Deng straightened his neck and said, "Brother Pang, don't underestimate me. Although I am not talented, I am not afraid of Cao Jun!"
"Why aren't you afraid?" Pang Hong asked.
"If you're not afraid..." Li Deng suddenly stopped, "This... little brother... well, it's true that I'm not that scared. As for why... well, I can't tell you..."
Pang Hong nodded slowly, "Oh..."
Li Deng didn't know what was going on. Seeing that Pang Hong had no other questions to ask, he said goodbye and left.
Seeing Li Deng go away, Pang Hong seemed to have figured out something, but he didn't seem to understand everything. He stood there thinking for a moment, but still couldn't find any clues. Then he returned home angrily, only to see Pang Tong in the hall, holding a hand in his hand. Juan Shu was shaking his head and chanting, "...Anyone who raises an army of one hundred thousand, marches thousands of miles, pays for the people, pays for the public, spends thousands of gold a day, causes internal and external commotion, is lazy on the road, and cannot do anything, seven hundred thousand families..." 』
When Pang Hong heard this, I knew this book, Thirteen Chapters on the Art of War. He immediately relaxed and became stronger under his feet. He stepped on the loose wooden board and made a chirping sound.
"Huh?" Pang Tong put down the book.
"Ah, ah... I have met my father..." Pang Hong quickly stepped forward to greet him.
"Going to the market again?" Pang Tong hummed.
Pang Hong lowered his head, "My child has finished making plans..."
"Done?" Pang Tong curled his lips, "Just write and read and you're done?"
"..." Pang Hong didn't dare to talk back and kept silent, but his stomach kept muttering.
"Sit down." Pang Tong glanced at Pang Hong and gestured slightly, "Don't accept it? Then I just recited the Thirteenth Chapter on the Art of War, did you hear it?"
"I heard it." Pang Hong replied.
"Well, what do you think?" Pang Tong asked.
Pang Hong didn't pause at all, and immediately replied: "This is the combat chapter in the Thirteenth Art of War, which means..."
"I don't want your exact explanation..." Pang Tong interrupted Pang Hong, "I'm asking you... what do you think?"
"This... Sun Tzu said, soldiers are a major matter of the country, the place of life and death, the way of survival, cannot..." Pang Hong looked at Pang Tong's face that seemed to be getting darker and darker, and he felt anxious, so he quickly changed his words, " This...the matter of military warfare is shared by the country and the people, and cannot be limited to one person and one city."
Pang Tong nodded and said, "Continue."
Pang Hong breathed a sigh of relief and continued according to his own thoughts: "When a war breaks out, all the people will be harmed. Even if a hundred thousand soldiers are not harmed, they will harm 700,000 people. Therefore, war should be done with caution. For example If you can't fight, you should avoid it. If you can't not fight, you should do it quickly. It will be tiring over time and will harm the country and the people..."
What Pang Tong and Pang Hong discussed involves the concept of farming-war ratio.
This concept was proposed during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.
Sun Tzu believed that if an army of 100,000 went out, 700,000 households would have to stop their original agricultural production and supply military supplies. The ratio of soldiers to soldiers was one to seven. However, this is Sun Tzu's personal statistics and has not been officially confirmed.
However, even if the proportions are correct, they are still based on the productivity of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.
After all, the Qin and Han Dynasties have developed for hundreds of years, so the current farming-to-war ratio of the Han Dynasty is probably one to six, or one to five. That is, five families provide one soldier.
Of course, this is not an exact ratio, it is just a rough estimate, and it will fluctuate depending on the actual situation. However, in the feudal dynasty, the lowest ratio was almost one to three, that is, the production income of three families could be used to supply one soldier.
And now, the only prince who can fight with 100,000 soldiers is Cao Cao.
Fei Qian did not have the strength to use 100,000 troops for a long time.
Even Fei Qian now owns Guanzhong Baili, Hedong Sichuan and Shu, Hanzhong Longyou, thousands of miles across.
