bestfiction Chapter 156 Rebellion against Tiangang
Chapter 156 Rebellion against Tiangang
"Think about it from the perspective of the Chen Dynasty. Would you rather have a group of qualified new recruits or a small number of people with outstanding combat power? Ask yourself honestly, if you throw the few people you pick out onto the battlefield along with the rest of the enemy's soldiers, who do you think will win? A high dropout rate means your teaching is inadequate. You only point out problems and don't provide solutions. You're just a hawk-hound barking wildly in the court, looking for the slightest trace of blood, only concerned with biting people and not with healing them."
Those high-quality soldiers you're so proud of are nothing more than pre-existing geniuses whose edges have been honed prematurely. Look at the geniuses under other instructors—aren't they just as numerous? Look at the students you taught ten years ago—how different are the geniuses under your command from those under other instructors?
You are nothing more than a mediocre teacher who eliminates the weak and selects the strong.
In a sect, those who excel are naturally prioritized, but in an army... what's needed is an improvement in the average level.
Even if you force these people to retreat, where will they go? Will they become hermits in the mountains and forests, harboring resentment towards the army?
As the old saying goes, keeping them doesn't cost much money, but if you let them out, they'll suffer a lot.
This remark left no room for embarrassment whatsoever.
I'm protecting you today, and you've frozen me like a grandson, cursing me as you freeze, cursing me for as long as I'm freezing! If you're so desperate, then let's just call it quits! At worst, I'll become a guest elder in the Yue family, I'll go back to the Maoshan Taoist Temple to cultivate my Tao, and I'll fight my way south to find Gao Jin and take revenge.
The twin swords remained firmly pressed against her neck, without retreating an inch.
Xueyan had no time to pay attention to the blade that could never be cleaved down; she was shocked by Master Cuihong's words.
The key point is, it seems to make sense.
Compared to lies, the truth is a sharp knife that kills people and destroys their hearts.
Could it be that the previous praise she received was merely a matter of mutual politeness?
Does that mean that the most profound truths are those that others figure out for themselves?
Seeing that she still didn't speak, Zhong Ming became even more ruthless.
"Instructor, it seems you read a lot when you were young."
"you....."
"Those involved are often blinded by their own perspective. Let me tell you, I've never been to school (proudly). I grew up listening to storytellers. Coming to the stronghold and holding the jade slip you gave me that records basic information was the happiest period of my life. I finally realized the importance of information. Jade slips, books, and other advanced things—I don't know. What I do know is that the knowledge there was all explored step by step by our ancestors, with time and blood."
Zhong Ming's voice suddenly turned fierce, as if he were facing an enemy. "This is the power of human progress, this is why we occupy fertile land while wild beasts are driven into the deep mountains and forests! It is the legacy of our ancestors that we will inherit. We will dedicate our lives to carving out an inch more land and a piece of insignificant information on the original map with our blood. This is the glorious epic of mankind, paving a broad road for future generations through the pioneering efforts of generation after generation."
The spiritual energy faded from the sword's edge, but its terrifying power remained undiminished, and the sword energy within the mother and child swords became even more abundant.
"And you, instructor, you want us to follow the path of our predecessors, the path that has been paved with blood and recorded in military manuals, trapping us on the road ahead, grinding away our spirit and energy with the knowledge already in the books. When we have fought our way through, our blood has been drained, our bodies are covered in wounds, and we have reached the edge of the map, you can proudly declare that the students you have taught are comparable to the great masters of our predecessors."
Xueyan! Have you forgotten the historical mission of books? Have you forgotten the historical mission of those who teach?
This shout startled Xueyan, causing her to stumble back several steps. She felt fear; it was a complete denial of her past life.
This time, Zhong Ming ignored her and said calmly, "If you don't speak, I'll take it as you've dismissed the group." He then left the area to rejoin the others and discuss tactics.
Xueyan sat there blankly, and now she understood one thing.
Zhong Ming certainly didn't treat her as a woman, but the problem is, he didn't seem to treat her as a human being either.
It was like scolding a dog that had made a mistake.
When all the chaotic thoughts dissipate, a small flame ignites in a sheltered spot, and the night arrives silently, just as you don't know if you'll be able to get through the night safely.
Zhong Ming held his stomach with his right hand, seemingly protecting it from the cold after eating. But Xueyan knew that he had already assumed a sword-drawing stance, ready to draw his sword and strike at any moment should there be any disturbance.
To be honest, Zhong Ming is now a little scared. Given Xue Yan's personality, she might be forced to go through fire and water, be boiled in oil, cross the Yangtze River at night, and even drift across the East China Sea with large rocks strapped to her legs.
Then he saw Xueyan come over and sit down next to him by the fire.
This is within the range of a sword-drawing attack.
"Have you all rested enough while meditating? Come over here. Now we'll start discussing military strategy. There are many tactics for a four-person team. I'll teach you one each night, and you can practice them on your own when you have time."
What happened next was beyond Zhong Ming's expectations. She was really doing her best to teach him and didn't make things difficult for him at all.
He still doesn't understand what kind of person Xueyan is.
A sadist who likes to punish others? No, she's a strict instructor who demands a lot from her soldiers. The only way to anger her is if your performance falls short of that of an excellent soldier, not some personal quarrel or grudge.
A week later, the team's tactical coordination was steadily improving. Now, Yue Kaishan's positioning was no longer as easily manipulated as before, and Zhong Ming's command was also greatly enhanced.
The communication with Xuan Jing still followed the same procedure as before, which involved "playing cards," while the communication with Chen Dahai was changed to ringing a bell.
A special spherical bell, a modified version of the noisy bomb that Xuan Jing threw earlier, can only produce a sharp and loud sound when thrown with a special technique. That is to indicate the direction of the shot. In the mortal army, it can be called a whistling arrow or a whistling dart.
As for Yue Kaishan...
Just shout it out; he won't understand anything too complicated.