"When the private school is built, you can go in to study." Wei Yang bent down and said to the black boy kneeling on the ground.
He looked up at the little girl in front of him who was about his age, and pursed his lips, saying reluctantly: "What we learn in private school is how to write, not how to kill enemies and fight in wars."
Wei Yang lifted her skirt and squatted down, picking up a stone from the ground and drawing. Yan Gui couldn't help but be curious and leaned over to take a look.
What she drew on the ground was a defense map!
Yan Gui was shocked beyond words as to what this girl had learned.
Seeing Hei Xiaozi looking at her drawing carefully, Wei Yang picked up a stone and pointed at a spot and asked, "Do you know where this is?"
Looking at the lines and curves on the ground, the black boy shook his head and thought that they were just like the squares that girls danced. But they were not very similar, because they were small and had many lines, and some were curved.
"What about here?" The stone fell in another place.
Still shaking his head.
"Here?" Weiyang moved the stone in his hand slightly.
Continue shaking your head.
"Pah." The stone was thrown into the square: "Uncle, you tell him."
Yan Gui squatted down, picked up the stone on the ground, and looked at the simple defense map carefully for a while. He picked up the stone and pointed at the first place Wei Yang had just pointed at: "Boy, look carefully. This is Yancheng."
The stone moved to the second place Weiyang had pointed to: "This is Xiongzhou."
The stone in his hand continued to move and landed between two points: "This is the junction of the two sides, which is also the battlefield we often fight on."
Throwing the stone in his hand casually, Yan Gui stood up and asked in a deep voice: "Do you think that kneeling can allow you to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, can make you an excellent soldier, can kill the enemy to cry for their parents? A man of Daxia must not only be able to wield a sword and bend a bow, but also have brains. You can't even understand a picture drawn by a little girl, how can you talk about going to the battlefield to kill the enemy and die?"
Yan Gui's voice was sonorous and powerful. He was speaking not only to the black boy in front of him, but also to the passers-by who were standing by and watching curiously, and even more so to himself.
He was like this when he was a child, thinking that as long as he learned martial arts well, he could go to the battlefield to kill the enemy. His father whipped him with a whip, but it was useless, so he threw him into the battlefield to let him face killing and death.
Did he cry when he killed someone for the first time? No, he just couldn't control his hands from shaking for several days. It was his fourth brother who used the excuse of being cold to sleep with him and told him that a real general could not only kill the enemy, but also save lives.
"I'm not a doctor, nor a military doctor, why do you need me to save your life?" This is what he asked his fourth brother at that time.
Fourth brother's hand was warm and strong, and he placed it on his arm. At that time, he felt that he was already an adult, and he didn't like others to touch his head. Fourth brother could only put his hand on his arm and patted him: "A true general is not how many cities you conquer or how many enemies you kill, but how I can achieve the greatest victory with the least casualties in this victory."
The fourth brother was already dead, and there were the eldest, second, and third brothers, who were even more distant and unfamiliar to him. He had seen the knives they had left behind, the arrows they had shot, the bows they had bent... ... They had also left him their stories, allowing him to grow up through battle after battle.
Today, he was here to teach this black boy how to read a defense map, but in fact, this was not a real defense map, not even a simple map. It was not because one day in the future, he might become a general.
Instead, maybe one day, he will become an excellent soldier, kill enemies for his country and live a good life.