Along the way, Fang Yun kept thinking and soon figured out why the talent show took so long.
"In fact, military strategists value wisdom first, followed by courage. I have spent so much talent and time, and based on a lot of military tactics and history to complete the deception, so I can only say that I have enough talent. However, the true wisdom not only tests the known, but also the unknown and unexpected situations. Only after passing the current test can I be considered to have superior talent and wisdom, and be qualified to have my military book obtain the wisdom of the holy way!"
"There is a saying in Sun Tzu's Art of War, 'If there is harm, the danger can be resolved.' It means that we should consider the unfavorable factors under favorable conditions. I used the trick of deceiving the heaven and the sea to turn the unfavorable conditions into advantages, but there are disadvantages hidden in the advantages. I must resolve them, otherwise this military book will not be qualified to obtain the power of the Holy Way of Wisdom."
Fang Yun thought slowly, and after a while, he found four officers who he thought were brave, resourceful and relatively loyal, and whispered orders to them. After receiving the orders, the four men left one after another.
With no pursuers, the Jing** people were relieved, but because they had not eaten enough in the morning, the team moved slower and slower at noon. However, Fang Yun used the excuse of pursuers to let them continue to move forward, and asked them to put heavy armor and other things on the armored ox cart, because the armored ox could endure more than humans.
The soldiers kept complaining along the way, but they managed to hold it in.
They must rest at night. If they march all night, the team will inevitably collapse under the double pressure of hunger and fatigue.
Jing's army set up camp, and soon it was time for dinner.
The hungry soldiers lined up in more than ten long queues, holding bowls to get food.
The soldier at the front of the first team was extremely tall, and no one dared to compete with him for the first place, so he handed his bowl to the cook.
The cook scooped a spoonful of porridge into the soldier's bowl.
The soup is clear, with a thin layer of yellow rice sinking to the bottom of the bowl.
The soldier got furious when he saw it and said, "It's fine if there's no vegetables or meat, but what kind of porridge is this? It's obviously rice soup! You guys are the ones transporting food. None of you are good people! Give me another spoonful!"
The cook said with a sad face, "We are really out of food. Lord Yu said that we can only eat these today. If we can hold on for another day tomorrow, new rations will be delivered. Don't worry."
"Bullshit! Who doesn't know that Captain Yu is a scoundrel from the bottom of his heart? I haven't eaten for a day, and you want us to drink rice soup? I don't accept it! Brothers, please judge for yourself. Can I still be a soldier?"
"We want porridge, not rice soup!"
"No rice soup!"
The tall soldier's words were like firecrackers, and the soldiers who had been hungry for a day became angry. Many soldiers even took out their weapons and surrounded the cook.
These cooks cried out that they were wronged, and each of them deliberately spoke well of Yu Yingxiao, mentioning his name repeatedly. Soon some soldiers became tired of this man, and finally almost all the soldiers began to dislike Yu Yingxiao.
Just when everyone was making a fuss, two people appeared with a chair. Fang Yun sat on the chair, holding a bowl in his hand, without saying a word.
The noisy soldiers initially demanded an answer from Fang Yun, but Fang Yun said nothing and silently handed his bowl to the cook. He poured out a bowl of porridge exactly the same as the others, drank it all in front of everyone, and then turned the bowl upside down facing everyone.
A drop of clear rice soup fell to the ground and rolled into the soil.
Most of the soldiers shut up and continued to line up, but a few were still dissatisfied.
At this time, the four generals who had received Fang Yun's order came with a group of soldiers, and escorted Yu Yingxiao, who was in charge of food and grass. Next to them was a man holding a pot of fragrant rice, and another holding a pot of cooked pickled meat.
Yu Yingxiao was tied up, his mouth was blocked with rags, and there was a trace of oil at the corner of his mouth, as if he had just eaten pickled meat.
All the soldiers guessed a possibility in an instant, and their eyes turned red, staring at Captain Yu angrily. A surge of resentment gathered above the military camp.
A general shouted, "General Fang, when I was on patrol, I smelled the aroma of meat and rice. I was very curious. Even you, who was seriously injured, could only drink a bowl of porridge. How could someone have meat and rice? So I followed the smell and found that there was a lot of rice and pickled meat in Yu Yingxiao's tent, and he was eating secretly! I was furious and immediately had him arrested. There are witnesses and evidence. Please make your decision!"
“Wuwuwu…” Yu Yingxiao, who was tied up, struggled desperately and whimpered, but no one could understand what he was saying.
The soldiers could no longer bear it and started cursing, and many soldiers even walked over and spat in Captain Yu's face.
When the soldiers had cursed enough, Fang Yun raised his arm to shut them up, and then said sternly: "At this critical moment, the whole army is suffering together, but Captain Yu is enjoying the feast alone. How shameful! How hateful! The rations before were obviously enough for us to eat for another five days, but now it's not enough. It must be you, a parasite, who embezzled the rations! Such despicable people will not be tolerated. Come, take them out of the camp and execute them immediately!"
"Yes!" A group of officers and soldiers escorted Yu Yingxiao out of the barracks. Under the gaze of everyone, the executioner chopped with a knife, blood spurted into the sky, and Yu Yingxiao's head rolled to the ground.
Most of the resentment in the soldiers' hearts dissipated.
Fang Yun shouted, "Captain Yu must have hidden some military rations. I order that each person get two spoonfuls of porridge today, and chop up the pickled meat and boil it into soup, so that everyone gets a bowl of broth!"
"General Xie Fang!"
"The general is unparalleled in his benevolence and righteousness!"
"General Gao Yi!"
All the soldiers shouted loudly and expressed their gratitude, thinking that it was Fang Yun who allowed them to eat more food.
But no one knew that the original meal for tonight was two spoonfuls of porridge and a bowl of broth for each person, but Fang Yun ordered that only one spoonful of porridge be given without broth.
It was obviously the same amount of food, but if Fang Yun gave it normally, it would most likely cause a mutiny at night. However, giving it in this way not only vented their anger, but also made them think they were getting more. Not only would the morale of the entire army not be damaged, it would even have a strong cohesion, and even if the barbarians launched a sneak attack at this time, they could be guaranteed to be undefeated.
Fang Yun nodded slightly to the soldier and was about to leave when he felt a warm current spread throughout his body. He blinked involuntarily and the military camp in front of him disappeared, replaced by a desk and the last page of "The Thirty-Six Strategies of Concealing the World".
The brush in Fang Yun's hand was controlled by an invisible force, slowly falling to the end and putting a period.
The whole page is full of brilliance.
A strange light emanated from between the lines, illuminating the room, and from the pages came the sounds of battle, the roars of soldiers, the collision of weapons, the beating of drums, wailing, and so on.
More than ten pages of paper flew up together, suspended in the air, and then a cloud of white mist appeared on the pages, and the white mist transformed into the process of using soil to replace rice. Finally, it entered the pages and disappeared. Fang Yun knew that this white mist was the process of talent performing martial arts, representing the integration of the holy way of wisdom into the military book.
More than ten pages of paper shook slightly and suddenly disappeared.
Fang Yun immediately entered the world of strange books and saw an ancient book of only a dozen pages appearing inside.
Ordinary ancient books have blue covers, but the surface of this ancient book has a layer of metallic color, full of texture, and the pages do not look like paper, but more like special metal.
Thirty-Six Strategies
The cover was opened and the first page read: The first strategy is to conceal the truth from the world.
The beginning of this cover-up is to explain the strategy. The second part is to verify it with the military tactics of the semi-sage, and finally to use specific examples and specific usage.
Fang Yun looked at this plan to deceive the world, and something more involuntarily came to his mind, knowing the true use of this military book. He couldn't help but be overjoyed, and with a thought, the "Thirty-Six Strategies" full of metallic texture appeared in his hand.
"The military book I wrote is indeed different from others! The military book that incorporates the Holy Way of Wisdom is even more extraordinary! This strategy of deceiving the world is originally to make the fake look real. If something exists, others will mistake it for not existing; if something does not exist, others will mistake it for existing. Now I just need to put my talent into it, and this military book will have a strange power. It will make one thing become another thing in the eyes of others, but in fact it has not changed. In battle, whether it turns many people into one person or one person into many people, it will have unexpected effects."
"But my rank is low and I don't have much talent. The scope and number of people I can conceal are limited. Once my rank increases, I can use this trick to make a 100,000-man army become just one person in the eyes of others, and one person become 10,000 troops! This is too terrifying. Even the most daring demons will be extremely frightened when they see a person approaching them suddenly become a 100,000-man army."
"If we can turn ten thousand people into a barbarian tribe, it will be a very powerful sneak attack tactic. A night raid on the barbarian camp will be absolutely invincible!"
Fang Yun was happy and frightened at the same time. The power of the military strategist was indeed not as lethal as the war poetry, but it was strange and unpredictable, and possessed terrifying auxiliary capabilities. No wonder its status was second only to Confucianism, and no wonder the half-saint of the military strategist could enter the demon world as easily as if it were an empty space.
Fang Yun held the military book "Thirty-Six Strategies" in his hand and poured his talent into it. The book glowed slightly and Fang Yun looked at his brush.
An invisible force fell on the brush, and the brush immediately turned into a book.
In the eyes of others, this book is just a book, but in Fang Yun's eyes, this book is translucent and there is a brush inside.
"The military situation is ever-changing, and the water has no fixed shape. This can also be used to describe the current changes. Deceiving others, hiding the truth from them, and misleading them is this kind of power!"
Fang Yun sent the "Thirty-Six Strategies" into the world of strange books, and he felt delighted.
With this "strategy to conceal one's true intentions from the world", there will be endless ways to kill the enemy in the future.
"The talent show of a military book becomes increasingly difficult to write as it progresses, especially at the end, where the entire military book is tested, which is extremely difficult. I will not write the second plan for now, and continue to study the classics of the saints to lay a foundation for the future. If I had not memorized the classics of military strategists and historians by heart, I would never have been able to pass this talent show."
Fang Yun was happy and thought about the plan to conceal his true intentions again, then continued reading.
The next morning, Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan were having dinner at home when they heard someone knocking on the front door.
"Fang Banxiang! Great joy! Great joy! Our master is very happy!"
Fang Yun recognized that this was the voice of one of Feng Yuanjun's followers, and immediately remembered that Feng Yuanjun had gone to Wudao River a few days ago and there had been no news of him in the past few days.
I checked it myself after writing it and then asked a friend to check it. But I wrote until 4 am yesterday and couldn't find a friend, so there were many typos yesterday. I have corrected them. Sorry. I hope the system will update normally. (To be continued...)
ps: The next chapter will be updated before 0:00.