Chapter 453: Famous

The ranks of lieutenants, as stable as Mount Tai, were still not messy. At the instructor's order, the big shield reached the ground, the long stick was raised, and he fell into a dead silence again.

As quiet as a virgin, as moving as a rabbit.

Under the light of the torch, his eyes were calm and composed.

In fact, at the beginning, the lieutenants were also very excited. When they first arrived at the battle formation, they would inevitably be a little scared, not to mention that their opponent was the tall and burly imperial guards.

It was just that the instructor's command made them calm down quickly and after three months of harsh training, the captains reflexively followed the orders, advanced, blocked, and stabbed, and four hundred people were like one.

The frequent changes in the battle formation are the biggest taboo, just like the imperial guards just now, they can start to be fashionable, but once they enter the battle, they fight on their own. Although they occasionally cooperate with each other, once they encounter a tenacious opponent and lose confidence, they immediately flee like an avalanche.

Three months of training, the exercise was boring and boring, but they had discipline, strengthened their bodies, and learned to obey. Everyone was a member of the queue. If they were to fight one by one, the lieutenant might not be the opponent of the imperial guards, but once there was a match between thousands of people, this close team was invincible, at least it was far enough to deal with the imperial guards.

The people in the stands were still silent, a little stunned and a little unbelievable. Finally, someone couldn't help but shout good words, and then applause like a rainstorm came out.

The fledgling calf defeated the elite of the Song Dynasty. In the past, who could believe it and who would believe it? But today, it opened their eyes. In just half a stick of incense, the imperial guards were defeated in a devastating way.

A burst of cheers came, instantly submerging the school ground.

Gao Qiu's face turned pale in an instant. He never thought that the great Tiger Guard Camp was defeated by a group of boys. Where should he put his face in front of the emperor? In Zhao Ji's heart, a foolish and incompetent hat was certain.

However, the King of Jin suddenly shouted loudly, and still shook his eyes at Zhao Ji with a bright look, saying, "Your Majesty, what? I'm right?"

Zhao Ji raised his eyebrows, and amid the countless cheers, his eyes were brightly staring at the captain in the schoolyard, but he was stunned for a moment.

"Writing is a martial ethic..." Zhao Ji murmured softly. Originally, this sentence was just a flattery, and even Zhao Ji knew about it. But now, he seemed to have seen a little sign, igniting a glimmer of hope.

In just three months, a group of scholars can fight against the enemy's imperial guards. In time, how powerful will the lieutenant of the military school explode? The expansion of territory and the civil and military skills are actually fatal to an emperor like Zhao Ji, who is very fond of merit. However, he still has the ability to know himself after all, and train troops... It is as difficult as climbing to heaven. Since the Song Dynasty, there have been so many kings who are looking forward to recapturing the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, but there is no one who can really get a bargain from others. The difficulty lies in the training of troops. Whether it is the Western Xia or the Khitan, although the Song army is often better than the fierce Xixia and Khitans, it is often powerful.

Zhao Ji knew the depravity of the imperial guards. He was more sober than anyone else. But it was because of his soberness that he had a attitude of being able to live by himself. No matter how much money he spent, it would be like this. Why should he spend time to take care of it? With this thought, it would be more practical to express his feelings for the landscape and recite poems and paintings.

But now... Zhao Ji saw hope.

Zhao Ji looked back at the Grand Master, and said in a calm tone: "Ti-Teacher Cai, how does the Martial Arts School compare with the Khitans?"

Cai Jing looked up at Zhao Ji, and saw a bit of excited blush on the face of the emperor who did not easily reveal his feelings. He quickly followed Zhao Ji's wishes and said, "Maybe you can fight."

Zhao Ji slapped his legs and said, "I have been in peace for a long time in the Song Dynasty. It's time to innovate the martial arts. This martial arts school has a good method. Chen Ao. You have made great contributions this time!"

Chen Ao quickly said seriously: "I dare not take credit for my merits. The preparation of the martial arts school was a board shot by Your Majesty, and the priest of the school was also personally accepted by Your Majesty. If you want to say credit, it should be Your Majesty."

Zhao Ji's old face turned red. Chen Ao's words seemed to be flattering, but behind this, there was another deep meaning.

Zhao Ji smiled and said, "Yes, you are right. I should pay more attention to this martial arts school. I didn't think of it a few days ago. I am so relieved that the school can achieve such achievements. I issued an order. According to the Imperial College, the Ministry of War allocates money and grain every year to maintain the school's expenses. They are my disciples. They should not be wronged. So I will pay according to the regulations of the Imperial Guard. Chen Ao, what else is missing in the school? Just submit a memorial directly, and I will try my best to make it convenient for you."

Since he has achieved success and Zhao Ji, as a priest, has gained face again. For the Tian family, material support is nothing!

Chen Ao shook his head and said, "Not yet."

Zhao Ji smiled and said, "I am a sacrificial priest, of course I can't be stingy with my disciples. If you think of anything, just submit a memorial."

As he said that, he ignored Gao Qiu and followed Chen Ao to sit in Xuanwu Hall alone. Today's matchup opened his eyes. He couldn't help but look up at a plaque hanging on the main hall, with the words "Yaowu and Power" written by Chen Ao himself. Zhao Ji couldn't help laughing and said, "These four words are not good. It's too aggressive to show off your power."

Chen Ao said: "Since it is a martial arts school, I think these four words are in line with the purpose of the school."

Zhao Ji ignored it, looked at Chen Ao deeply and said, "You have been trying so hard, but I didn't expect it to be effective. Let me tell you, what is the purpose of your practice? I want to hear it."

If it were the memorials that Chen Ao had practiced in the past, Zhao Ji was too lazy to read. He didn't put his mind here at all. However, today his attitude changed and he became excited again. He called Chen Ao to sit down and listen to what magic medicine Chen Ao had.

"Your Majesty, I don't have any magic medicine, and the practice method is very simple, and it is written in the charter."

"Just let them stand, line up?"

"Yes! In the eyes of Weichen, letting students learn guns and sticks is not very effective. A real army of wars should be tolerated by orders and tolerate what ordinary people cannot. Weichen asked them to stand in a queue, but in fact, they wanted them to learn to obey and tolerate patience. Has Your Majesty heard of the allusion of Mu Ruo Daiji?"

Zhao Ji nodded slightly. He had a little impression of this allusion, saying that Mr. Ji raised chickens for King Qi. These chickens were not ordinary old hens, but cockfighting that had to be trained to participate in the competition. After Mr. Ji had only raised them for ten days, King Qi asked impatiently: "Have you raised them?"

Mr. Ji replied: "It's not going well yet. These chickens are still very proud and arrogant now."

Ten days later, King Qi came to ask again, and Mr. Ji replied: "It's not OK. When they hear the sound and see the figure shaking, they startled."

Ten days later, King Qi came again, of course he was still concerned about his cockfighting. Mr. Ji said: "If it doesn't work, he still has sharp eyes and arrogant attitude."

Ten days later, King Qi no longer had hope to see his cockfighting. Unexpectedly, Mr. Ji said this time: "It's almost OK. Although the chickens sometimes crow, they won't panic. They like chickens made of wood, and they are completely prepared in spirit; and no other chickens dare to challenge them, so they can only escape in panic."

Chen Ao said, "This allusion tells us that the chicken that is lively and arrogant and shows off is not the most powerful. Only when the eyes are condensed and the chicken that looks like a wooden one can be invincible. There are 400 people in the martial arts school, and everyone is a fool. Just let the command tell them what to do and what to obey."

The so-called four hundred people are like one person, and the allusion is here. Everyone has different thoughts. Everyone has their own ideas. Once there are many ideas, they are prone to chaos. For example, if the enemy is strong, the soldiers will have the idea of ​​running away. Once this idea is put into action, the consequences will be devastating. In Shen Ao's view, a powerful army has the root cause. In large-scale wars, the individual's power is so small. However, when soldiers can obey unconditionally, they can reach the state of four hundred people as one person.

Chen Ao concluded in the end: "The battle just now was just the troops from the first battalion of the Martial Arts School to deal with 400 imperial guards. They were 400, and we were one. The combined efforts of four hundred people to break each imperial guards is easy!"

Zhao Ji laughed and said, "As you said, if my Song army and horses were combined into one hundred thousand, could they defeat 100,000 Xia troops?"

Chen Ao nodded affirmatively and said, "It's easy!"

Zhao Ji's eyes flashed: "You should use your attention to the martial arts school. If you had known this, I would have come to see it on the day of school. Thinking about it like this, I would have neglected them. In the future, I will come here in my spare time and inspect the martial arts school practice."

Chen Ao was waiting for this sentence. Although the emperor put up the platform, the school was newly opened and the emperor did not pay attention to it. The entire martial arts school was a bit embarrassing that my grandmother didn't love my uncle. Now with the care of the palace, it was truly implemented as the treatment of the lieutenants. When he walked out, he patted his chest upright and said that he was a disciple of the emperor and had the confidence.

If the problem of identity is not solved, it will always be a heart-wrenching problem. Today, Zhao Ji's words were the last to be shot.

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Chapter completed!