"Stop being opportunistic. Any carelessness on the battlefield will be fatal. If you have this kind of thinking again, let alone lunch, I think you might as well skip dinner. Write it down seriously!"
Feng Yu rubbed his hands and sat down quietly. Since the last time he saw the old prince, his cultivation has become increasingly unclear. He was supposed to be a leader in the Dao realm, but he has become a cave mysterious realm.
And it is not weaker than Grandpa Yun, and I don’t know how to practice it.
"Cousin, cousin, this is a matter of life and death. Don't be careless. I just complained about not being able to eat lunch. Don't get carried away. You should memorize it seriously."
The two of them stared at the table-sized canvas and memorized it carefully. In fact, Feng Yu was just talking about it. When a person has a certain impulse in his heart, he will spare no effort to do that.
Get it done with less effort.
Qingzhou, for Feng Yu, although he has only been there once, is a place that will always be engraved in his heart. It is different from the customs and clothing of the Central Plains, as well as the fertile soil of three cities in one state, especially which one has become
Yinghun Mountain, the backing of the entire Qingzhou, was where he knew the origin of many truths, and he was very curious, who was the old man who had been guarding at the foot of the mountain, and where did he go?
Qincheng is the gateway to Qingzhou, and it is also the most dangerous pass. Above the city gate, it is easy to defend but difficult to attack. The two sides are flat, and there are no other small tricks that can be used. But it happens to be dozens of miles away from the gate of Qincheng.
Two big mountains surround this place, which is also the boundary of Qin City. It has always been guarded by the Tang army, which is the direction of the wind. Standing on the tower of Qin City, it can be said that one man is in charge of the gate and no one can open it. If someone hadn't secretly dealt with Xia Xuanyuan's side back then,
People, Qingzhou will not fight hard for that long.
"Should we take over directly?"
Qin Wuliang looked at another map and was memorizing it. When he heard Feng Yu calling him, he also looked over, "Well, yes, it's right here, but logically, we should go to Ming City in the middle, where Beifu Bingjia is.
Command the camp, but to prevent any accidents, after all, Xixia has always been good at cavalry combat, so we will go directly to Qincheng."
"My dad, was he guarding Qincheng back then?"
Qin Wuliang was stunned, "It seems, right? According to the situation of the troops and the damage to the city wall, there shouldn't be any major siege incident in Ming City."
"It's okay, cousin, it's up to you, I just feel it, just ask."
The two of them continued to look at it and had to admit that this map was probably the most clearly marked map of Qingzhou in the world. Even the distribution of vegetation on the mountains was marked with one word. This also made the map very large and difficult to remember.
The two of them remembered and forgot, and forgot and remembered again, until the stars set in the evening, they could barely remember anything.
"Hey, dear, this map is too detailed. I have only been to the southern border and the Central Plains Army before, and I have been to the western border a few times occasionally, but I have never seen a map like this. I guess even the local mountain hunters are no more than this."
Qin Wuliang sat on the ground and drank a lot of water. He looked at it for almost the whole day and didn't eat anything. He drank a lot of water and hiccupped.
After Feng Yu wrote it down, he walked under the tree, leaned against the tree trunk, and looked at the stars in the sky. It seemed that he hadn't seen the stars outside at night for a long time, or that he couldn't remember and didn't have the mood to think about it. Tonight, that was the case.
It's quite unique. I haven't eaten yet and I'm so hungry that I can't sleep, so I'll just leave it at that.
There was a sound of footsteps, and both of them turned their heads to look. It turned out to be Teacher Li Yuanming.
"Teacher Li, long time no see."
"Hahaha, His Highness King Huai, long time no see! I came here to deliver food to you on the order of the dean. I know that the young man is hungry, but the food is indeed gone. There are still these left, which should be enough. Two.
Guys, just take your time and deal with it. By the way, I also secretly brought you a small pot of wine, so I just ordered it. Okay, let's go. I guess you will have training tomorrow."
Opening the food basket, Feng Yu and Qin Wuliang were both stunned. It really should be enough, with a dozen large steamed buns.
"White flour steamed buns! Are you going to eat them dry?"
"Oh, cousin, just be content. Sometimes when training or fighting, steamed buns are the most common thing, and you may not be able to eat them. I guess grandpa specially let you experience it in advance.
It’s just that I’ve suffered so much, why did I come here to be with you, woo woo woo.”
Feng Yu picked up the wine bottle, threw away the stopper, took a full sip, and handed it to Qin Wuliang.
"I'll give it all to you. I'll just take one bite. I don't feel like drinking much lately, so just eat it quickly. This thing is very convenient and convenient. You don't need to use chopsticks."
I've been hungry all day. Although it's the first time I've eaten so much steamed buns, I still have to suppress it, otherwise I probably won't even have this in the future. It's much better than when I was a kid. It's not as good as picking up what others left.
of.
After Feng Yu finished eating and drinking, he rolled over on the branch of the big tree and said, "Cousin, I will sleep here tonight and leave the table to you."
"Butt, that table is so small. It moves around easily when I'm sleeping. It's not safe to sleep on a tree. I'd better spend the night under the tree."
The two of them fell asleep as soon as they got up and down. I don't know how long it took, but Qin Yi was already standing in front of them, "I slept soundly. Get up and train for me. Write down the map you memorized yesterday.
quick!"
Feng Yu yawned and jumped down from the tree. He picked up a pen and paper and started drawing. Although his drawing skills were a bit unsatisfactory, he was still pretty good. Qin Wuliang was born in the military and was good at drawing maps.
There are more, and the drawing is more like a map, but after one night passed, I forgot a little and couldn't remember everything.
"It looks pretty good, a little better than I expected. From now on, the first thing I do when I wake up every morning is to draw a map for me until I can completely picture that picture in my mind, even inside it."
A certain place can instantly reflect other places connected to it, do you understand?"
"I understand, is there any other training?"
"There are two stacks of books on the table over there. Read them carefully, especially the tactics of decomposing troops. This is also the most important theoretical basis for your command of your subordinates. In the afternoon, I will come to test your martial arts. Let's go have breakfast."
Feng Yu took a basin, washed his face casually, and ran to eat. Although he was used to it when he was a child, but now that he suddenly came out like this, his stomach really couldn't stand it. The millet porridge in the morning was just right for his appetite.
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"Cousin, I can understand the art of war. Why do we need to practice martial arts? These martial arts are different and cannot be compared, right?"
Qin Wuliang took a deep look at Feng Yu. He didn't know what he was thinking of, especially the look in his grandfather's eyes when he left, which made him believe in his own judgment. "It's nothing. I guess, grandpa may want to teach you the real Qin Dynasty."
The family is good at marksmanship."
"Marksmanship?" Feng Yu paused, a little surprised, "I don't practice guns, I practice swordsmanship, why do I learn guns?"
"Cousin, you really don't understand. You have also been to the battlefield. Think about it, what weapons do most soldiers use?"
"Lance?"
"Yes, fighting is not martial arts. That kind of competition is unrealistic. When the troops are strong enough, it is naturally best to use what you are best at. But the sword also has its shortcomings, especially when you fight on horseback. The sword
The disadvantages are obvious. He has to get close to kill the enemy. He is an inch longer and an inch stronger, and the gun is better. When fighting with the army, strength is important, but more important is combination and opportunity, constantly changing formations and transitions.
, unless you have reached the pinnacle, you can only continue to release your true energy to kill the enemy and avoid being besieged."
Feng Yu nodded thoughtfully, "In other words, I still have to learn the Qin family's marksmanship? Isn't such a short time too hasty? I'm just born with meridians, not a photographic memory."
"Oh, these are the Thirteen Deadly Shots taught by grandpa himself. I haven't learned them all yet. Grandpa has high hopes for you. Don't let him down."
Feng Yu was a little stunned. Why did he suddenly say this, as if he could never see his second grandfather again? Was he so unsure of himself?
"I know, I will study hard, but if you learn slower than me, it won't look good on you."
"I don't care. As long as grandpa's marksmanship can be passed down, I will be satisfied. Grandpa fought all his life just for the inheritance and kindness left by the late emperor, but he is still old. As a powerful warrior in the Dongxuan Realm, he can have someone
It is the happiest thing to inherit one's own legacy."
Feng Yu dropped his chopsticks angrily, "Hey, cousin, can you change your tone? You're talking like I won't be able to come back after I go to Qingzhou. I haven't even set out yet. Can you bring some good luck?"
A little bit."
Qin Wuliang blinked his eyes. He believed that he had misunderstood what he meant. However, he might be able to learn faster if he had no distracting thoughts. He said too much just now, and he felt a little regretful as soon as he said it.
"Okay, okay, then I wish you both a triumphant victory and let's have dinner. There are so many books."
Although Feng Yu ignored the topic impatiently, he still kept it in mind. He always felt that something unknown to him was about to happen, but he couldn't explain what he felt.
The time for reading passed quickly, and it was already lunch time in a blink of an eye. The meal was quite satisfying. Qin Yi came over to eat with the two of them in person, and even served them food from time to time, which made Feng Yu feel a little flattered.
The sun was just right, and the three of them were holding iron guns. Qin Wuliang was okay, but Feng Yu felt a little different when he held it. The weapons in his hands always seemed a little out of place with his own spirit.
Qin Yi stood in the field, looking at his old friend Wu Shenqiang who had been with him for many years, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional. This is the only weapon his father gave him, and it is also his favorite gift. In his hands
, the God of War has shot countless enemies and made great achievements, but like him, he seems to have a charm of vicissitudes of life.