Chapter 266 Night Attack
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Gong Zi Xu
Chapter 266 Night Attack
The only thing in a man's life that he is absolutely sure of is that he is mortal.
In addition, where is there such a ridiculous thing as "full certainty"?If a thing has a success rate of more than [-]%, it is worth doing. If one day you feel that you have full confidence and you have to be careful, it means that this must be an illusion given to you by your opponent, and the danger is very close. , the opponent will definitely give you a fatal blow in a place you can't guess.
Fang Jun understood this truth, so he felt that his plan could trap Zhang Liang, so he immediately started to implement it instead of waiting for some so-called opportunity.
In the Zhongnan Mountain barracks, there was a kind of depression before the rain was about to come.
Everyone knows that there will be a big change, but few people know what it is and what kind of changes it will bring to their lives.
The guards will sleep well during the day and put all their energy into the night, staring at the grass and trees near the barracks like owls, even if a mountain rabbit slips through the grass, they will be treated by these gangs The guards took it out, disemboweled him, and waited for the extra meal at noon...
Fang Jun is very satisfied with these guards.If there is no accident, these people will become his personal soldiers and generals after the Western Expedition begins. For nobles like him, the court allows them to have their own private parts. According to the different ranks of honor, the number varies. Wait.But this is only a regulation of the imperial court, but no one takes it seriously, and the number of masters and generals in the trilogy often greatly exceeds the specified number.
For example, Zhang Liang, his so-called "five hundred hypocrites" are all his generals, if according to the system regulations, less than one-third of the number.
His Majesty Li Er didn't bother to care about it. What's the difference between 100 people and 500 people?
As long as it's not too much, follow your toss, anyway, you don't dare to rebel, and you don't need the court to spend money...
Except for the children of the family, these guards were young and strong among the victims, and the whole family was under the protection of Fang Jun. In terms of the social customs of this era that valued family and clan, there was absolutely no doubt about their loyalty.
The only thing to worry about is the combat effectiveness of these people. They are all rookies who have never been on the battlefield. Don't look at each one of them showing off their might and energy now, will they wait until they see blood on the battlefield, and one or two will pee in fright The pants disappeared in a rush, no one can tell...
It seems that you have to practice well, but I have never served in the army, so I don't know the principles of leading troops. Could it be plagiarized from a later "Infantry Exercise Code"?
Forget it, don't think about that, first do the things in front of you, and if it doesn't work, just get out the muskets and equip the world's first firearms unit, won't it still be invincible?
There are two major events in front of us, one is Zhang Liang's threat, and the other is the compilation of "Mathematics".
Now all the scholars and great Confucians in Chang'an City know that Fang Erlang, a recent "talented man with seven talents", is studying arithmetic in Zhongnan Mountain. To present this kind of mathematics books, it must be bought with a lot of money.
What Fang Jun wants is this effect, so as to cover up his "monster talent"...
Arabic numerals were learned by Li Chunfeng, but they did not spread as quickly as Fang Jun imagined. It seems that even a man like Li Chunfeng cannot avoid this stinking problem that has been passed down from generation to generation of literati since ancient times... I cherish my broom!
I am afraid that the disciples of the church will starve to death of the master, and they will hide it when they learn some skills, for fear that others will learn it and surpass themselves in turn.Occasionally, half of the geniuses born in the world will develop some remarkable achievements, and the inheritance will be cut off, and good knowledge will be annihilated in the world.
In the end, the 5000-year inheritance of Huaxia was defeated by a group of savages who drank blood at the beginning. People are left behind...
How sad is this?
Fang Jun doesn't intend to let this situation continue. Starting from him, he wants to spread his knowledge to the whole world, whether it is his relatives and friends, or enemies, as long as you are willing to learn it, as long as you can pass it on after learning it. Spread it, I will teach!
Knowledge is not a flash of inspiration from a certain genius. It needs thousands of years of time and the accumulation of thousands of people. Only by passing on, exploring, summarizing, and discovering from generation to generation can we build on the foundation of the predecessors. Only in this way can natural science take root and sprout on the land of China and inherit it infinitely...
Knowledge is the most precious wealth and the most powerful weapon in this world. As long as it can be spread and everyone has the opportunity to learn, with the hard work and wisdom of the Chinese nation, it will surely blossom and bear fruit. Standing at the pinnacle of the world's strongest nation in the end!
The oil lamp is very bright, the smoke is very small, and the quality of Fangjia Workshop is quite trustworthy.
However, Fang Jun still felt that his eyes were sore after a long period of excessive use of his eyes. He put down his pen, and if this continued, he would be nearsighted.But I still had a sense of satisfaction. I looked at the first volume of "Mathematics" written by me based on my memory of elementary and middle school textbooks. I was very satisfied. I closed my eyes and rubbed them, and did a set of eye exercises that I forgot half...
The clear night wind blows in through the crack of the window, gently blowing the curtains that block the light, and the flames of the candles sway with the wind.
The door was gently pushed open, and Wang Baozhu came in with a nervous face: "Patriarch, here we come!"
Fang Jun suddenly got up, picked up the horizontal knife on the desk, blew out the candle, opened the door and strode out.
It's a little overcast tonight, the wind is not small, the moon is dark and the wind is high to kill the night!
It seems that Zhang Liang chose a very good time. Such weather can indeed hide the whereabouts of large groups of people well, and he is well versed in the purpose of the art of war.
Just don't know, who is the murderer, and who was killed?
"Withdraw everyone to avoid unnecessary casualties."
"promise!"
Wang Baozhu was short and dexterous like a civet cat, and rushed out. Not long after, a realistic owl's cry sounded.
Hearing the signal to retreat, the guards standing at the secret post spat hard, and retreated quietly unwillingly. If they stayed here, they would be sure to give the enemy a heavy blow immediately!
Although they are not a regular army, the Patriarch has always instilled the belief that "military orders are like a mountain", and dare not disobey them!
All the guards gathered around Fang Jun, even those old craftsmen were no exception.
"Master Young Prisoner, what's the matter?" Zhao Genwang's voice trembled a little, and from the seriousness on the faces of the guards and Fang Jun, he could faintly see something bad.
"It's okay, some people just want someone's life, you don't have to worry, everything is prepared!"
Fang Jun's composure is undoubtedly the best medicine. Everyone's uneasy mood gradually calmed down, and they all stared at the dark forest behind the barracks.
All of a sudden, a group of sleeping birds soared into the sky, flapping their wings, which was very clear in the quiet dark night.
"Here we come!" Wei Ying swallowed quietly, clenched the horizontal knife in his hand, feeling a little excited...
Fang Jun looked at this kid speechlessly, he was a born warrior, perhaps only the battlefield where blood was flying to the death was the most suitable place for him.
A large group of apes in black appeared from the edge of the forest, and a pack of wolves came towards the barracks.
There was no cover, no detour, and they rushed over in such a straight line. At a distance of [-] feet from the barracks, they all drew out their horizontal knives and let out howls. Their neat steps shook the ground. Thousands of troops rushed towards us, with a fierce and murderous aura!
An old craftsman named Zhang Erniu blatantly said: "It's the army!" The old man was a soldier back then. The frightening momentum that can only be produced is very familiar!
Everyone's faces changed!
It was just a group of bandits and bandits, who would have thought that they were actually a well-trained army? !
Not only the barbarians of the foreign race were frightened by the strength of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, but also the people of their own family were shocked when they talked about it. The impression of invincibility has long been deeply rooted in their hearts!
"What are you afraid of?"
Fang Jun let out a low voice, and his heavy tone slightly dispelled the sense of oppression brought by the enemy's charging footsteps: "A certain majestic marquis, court official, emperor's son-in-law, standing here, what's so scary about you? What about the army? A certain Fang Jun is here, and they will definitely not be able to come and go!"
Stabilizing the morale of the army, Fang Jun shouted to Wei Ying: "Bring everything!"
"promise!"
With a few guards, Wei Ying moved out a few wooden boxes from the warehouse, opened the lid, and revealed the dark iron bumps inside...
(End of this chapter)
The only thing in a man's life that he is absolutely sure of is that he is mortal.
In addition, where is there such a ridiculous thing as "full certainty"?If a thing has a success rate of more than [-]%, it is worth doing. If one day you feel that you have full confidence and you have to be careful, it means that this must be an illusion given to you by your opponent, and the danger is very close. , the opponent will definitely give you a fatal blow in a place you can't guess.
Fang Jun understood this truth, so he felt that his plan could trap Zhang Liang, so he immediately started to implement it instead of waiting for some so-called opportunity.
In the Zhongnan Mountain barracks, there was a kind of depression before the rain was about to come.
Everyone knows that there will be a big change, but few people know what it is and what kind of changes it will bring to their lives.
The guards will sleep well during the day and put all their energy into the night, staring at the grass and trees near the barracks like owls, even if a mountain rabbit slips through the grass, they will be treated by these gangs The guards took it out, disemboweled him, and waited for the extra meal at noon...
Fang Jun is very satisfied with these guards.If there is no accident, these people will become his personal soldiers and generals after the Western Expedition begins. For nobles like him, the court allows them to have their own private parts. According to the different ranks of honor, the number varies. Wait.But this is only a regulation of the imperial court, but no one takes it seriously, and the number of masters and generals in the trilogy often greatly exceeds the specified number.
For example, Zhang Liang, his so-called "five hundred hypocrites" are all his generals, if according to the system regulations, less than one-third of the number.
His Majesty Li Er didn't bother to care about it. What's the difference between 100 people and 500 people?
As long as it's not too much, follow your toss, anyway, you don't dare to rebel, and you don't need the court to spend money...
Except for the children of the family, these guards were young and strong among the victims, and the whole family was under the protection of Fang Jun. In terms of the social customs of this era that valued family and clan, there was absolutely no doubt about their loyalty.
The only thing to worry about is the combat effectiveness of these people. They are all rookies who have never been on the battlefield. Don't look at each one of them showing off their might and energy now, will they wait until they see blood on the battlefield, and one or two will pee in fright The pants disappeared in a rush, no one can tell...
It seems that you have to practice well, but I have never served in the army, so I don't know the principles of leading troops. Could it be plagiarized from a later "Infantry Exercise Code"?
Forget it, don't think about that, first do the things in front of you, and if it doesn't work, just get out the muskets and equip the world's first firearms unit, won't it still be invincible?
There are two major events in front of us, one is Zhang Liang's threat, and the other is the compilation of "Mathematics".
Now all the scholars and great Confucians in Chang'an City know that Fang Erlang, a recent "talented man with seven talents", is studying arithmetic in Zhongnan Mountain. To present this kind of mathematics books, it must be bought with a lot of money.
What Fang Jun wants is this effect, so as to cover up his "monster talent"...
Arabic numerals were learned by Li Chunfeng, but they did not spread as quickly as Fang Jun imagined. It seems that even a man like Li Chunfeng cannot avoid this stinking problem that has been passed down from generation to generation of literati since ancient times... I cherish my broom!
I am afraid that the disciples of the church will starve to death of the master, and they will hide it when they learn some skills, for fear that others will learn it and surpass themselves in turn.Occasionally, half of the geniuses born in the world will develop some remarkable achievements, and the inheritance will be cut off, and good knowledge will be annihilated in the world.
In the end, the 5000-year inheritance of Huaxia was defeated by a group of savages who drank blood at the beginning. People are left behind...
How sad is this?
Fang Jun doesn't intend to let this situation continue. Starting from him, he wants to spread his knowledge to the whole world, whether it is his relatives and friends, or enemies, as long as you are willing to learn it, as long as you can pass it on after learning it. Spread it, I will teach!
Knowledge is not a flash of inspiration from a certain genius. It needs thousands of years of time and the accumulation of thousands of people. Only by passing on, exploring, summarizing, and discovering from generation to generation can we build on the foundation of the predecessors. Only in this way can natural science take root and sprout on the land of China and inherit it infinitely...
Knowledge is the most precious wealth and the most powerful weapon in this world. As long as it can be spread and everyone has the opportunity to learn, with the hard work and wisdom of the Chinese nation, it will surely blossom and bear fruit. Standing at the pinnacle of the world's strongest nation in the end!
The oil lamp is very bright, the smoke is very small, and the quality of Fangjia Workshop is quite trustworthy.
However, Fang Jun still felt that his eyes were sore after a long period of excessive use of his eyes. He put down his pen, and if this continued, he would be nearsighted.But I still had a sense of satisfaction. I looked at the first volume of "Mathematics" written by me based on my memory of elementary and middle school textbooks. I was very satisfied. I closed my eyes and rubbed them, and did a set of eye exercises that I forgot half...
The clear night wind blows in through the crack of the window, gently blowing the curtains that block the light, and the flames of the candles sway with the wind.
The door was gently pushed open, and Wang Baozhu came in with a nervous face: "Patriarch, here we come!"
Fang Jun suddenly got up, picked up the horizontal knife on the desk, blew out the candle, opened the door and strode out.
It's a little overcast tonight, the wind is not small, the moon is dark and the wind is high to kill the night!
It seems that Zhang Liang chose a very good time. Such weather can indeed hide the whereabouts of large groups of people well, and he is well versed in the purpose of the art of war.
Just don't know, who is the murderer, and who was killed?
"Withdraw everyone to avoid unnecessary casualties."
"promise!"
Wang Baozhu was short and dexterous like a civet cat, and rushed out. Not long after, a realistic owl's cry sounded.
Hearing the signal to retreat, the guards standing at the secret post spat hard, and retreated quietly unwillingly. If they stayed here, they would be sure to give the enemy a heavy blow immediately!
Although they are not a regular army, the Patriarch has always instilled the belief that "military orders are like a mountain", and dare not disobey them!
All the guards gathered around Fang Jun, even those old craftsmen were no exception.
"Master Young Prisoner, what's the matter?" Zhao Genwang's voice trembled a little, and from the seriousness on the faces of the guards and Fang Jun, he could faintly see something bad.
"It's okay, some people just want someone's life, you don't have to worry, everything is prepared!"
Fang Jun's composure is undoubtedly the best medicine. Everyone's uneasy mood gradually calmed down, and they all stared at the dark forest behind the barracks.
All of a sudden, a group of sleeping birds soared into the sky, flapping their wings, which was very clear in the quiet dark night.
"Here we come!" Wei Ying swallowed quietly, clenched the horizontal knife in his hand, feeling a little excited...
Fang Jun looked at this kid speechlessly, he was a born warrior, perhaps only the battlefield where blood was flying to the death was the most suitable place for him.
A large group of apes in black appeared from the edge of the forest, and a pack of wolves came towards the barracks.
There was no cover, no detour, and they rushed over in such a straight line. At a distance of [-] feet from the barracks, they all drew out their horizontal knives and let out howls. Their neat steps shook the ground. Thousands of troops rushed towards us, with a fierce and murderous aura!
An old craftsman named Zhang Erniu blatantly said: "It's the army!" The old man was a soldier back then. The frightening momentum that can only be produced is very familiar!
Everyone's faces changed!
It was just a group of bandits and bandits, who would have thought that they were actually a well-trained army? !
Not only the barbarians of the foreign race were frightened by the strength of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, but also the people of their own family were shocked when they talked about it. The impression of invincibility has long been deeply rooted in their hearts!
"What are you afraid of?"
Fang Jun let out a low voice, and his heavy tone slightly dispelled the sense of oppression brought by the enemy's charging footsteps: "A certain majestic marquis, court official, emperor's son-in-law, standing here, what's so scary about you? What about the army? A certain Fang Jun is here, and they will definitely not be able to come and go!"
Stabilizing the morale of the army, Fang Jun shouted to Wei Ying: "Bring everything!"
"promise!"
With a few guards, Wei Ying moved out a few wooden boxes from the warehouse, opened the lid, and revealed the dark iron bumps inside...
(End of this chapter)
