After the battle was over, there were still a lot of things to do in the aftermath, such as rescuing the wounded, burying the dead, comforting the soldiers, dealing with the prisoners, etc. However, Yang Anxuan summoned more than 100 people on the next day for a post-war summary.

Not many officers in the army are literate, and even fewer know the art of war. Only children of aristocratic families like Yang Anxuan have access to military books such as "The Art of War" and "Wu Zi".

Generals like Zhao Tian and Yan Zhuang who grew up in battlefield battles can only understand some truths on their own after experiencing life and death.

The art of war and principles are secrets that are not taught and will never be taught lightly to others.

Yang Anxuan's mind is different from others. In his opinion, the more people under his command know about fighting, the stronger he will be.

Yang Anxuan has seriously thought about the advantages he has gained through time travel. His understanding of historical trends and historical figures is on the one hand, and the most important thing is the knowledge accumulated over the past thousand years. This is his capital to compete for world supremacy.

Regarding combat, Yang Anxuan asked himself that he was not good at it, but he thought of two magic weapons for victory: pre-war mobilization and post-war summary.

More than fifty people could not fit inside the tent, so Yang Anxuan simply had a wooden board nailed up and moved outside the tent. He pasted paper on the wooden board and drew graphics on it with a pen.

Everyone watched curiously, and someone laughed and said, "What are these circles? There are small pieces inside, like cooking cakes with pieces of meat."

"Wu Dazui, you know how to eat. I think what Yang Junhou painted is our camp." Someone said with understanding.

"Yes, that's right, it's our camp."

Yang Anxuan put down his pen, pointed at the picture on the paper and said: "Let's talk about yesterday's battle together, what we did well and what we need to improve, so as not to make the same mistakes next time."

At that time, Yang Anxuan and Zhao Tian were angry. Zhao Tian was the first to speak: "Let me say a few words first. Although we won yesterday's battle, it was not a complete victory. We killed dozens of brothers and allowed many thieves to escape.

I think the biggest problem is that we are not skilled in coordination. We seem to be doing well in drills, but on the battlefield we are still confused and need to practice more."

Yin Ji blushed and said: "Yu Guang was too focused on killing Zhang Hua and did not take the command into consideration, which caused loopholes in the formation and allowed many thieves to escape. The biggest fault lies with the servants."

Yan Zhuang thought for a while and then said: "Commander, the corps commander didn't play a big role. He didn't command his subordinates well. The shields and spears didn't work well together. It would be better if each team could have twenty more archers."

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Everyone started talking about it, and the discussion became more and more intense, and the quarrel broke out.

After posing the question, Yang Anxuan did not speak, and quietly listened to the arguments, observed, and recorded. This was brainstorming.

Captain He Qing is quick-thinking and can answer questions from one instance; Captain Liu Hui gets to the point directly and has extraordinary insights; Yin Yang, Qian Ju and others all show their respective brilliance...

Times make heroes, and Yang Anxuan believes that as long as these people can follow him all the way to the end, they will naturally become famous generals after a hundred battles.

Half an hour later, Yang Anxuan knocked on the wooden board and said with a smile: "What everyone said is good, let's summarize it now. First, strengthen cooperation in actual combat drills... Second, strengthen the command of the commander and corps commander... Third,

Strengthen cooperation among military services..."

Everyone watched Yang Anxuan draw dots on the paper with a pen, memorizing the key points he said. As long as they were not stupid, they all knew that Yang Junhou was teaching the art of war and the use of troops.

A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. Soldiers from all over the world, both ancient and modern, have the same intention. When leading troops to fight in the future, what I learned today will definitely be used.

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The soldiers guarding the stronghold came to report, and Guo Qian, the magistrate of Pingshi County, came again with pigs and sheep to reward the army.

Zhao Tian waved everyone away and went out of the camp with Yang Anxuan and Yan Zhuang to greet him. Magistrate Guo could not enter the camp without military orders. Guo Qian, Zhao Tian and others entered the camp with a greeting and said with a smile: "I am reading Tai Tai

"Jianghou Zhoubo Family" written by Shi Gong recorded in the article that the military discipline of Xiliu Camp was very strict. I think General Zhao led the troops with the style of Xiliu Camp. No wonder he was able to defeat more with less and wipe out the bandits in Dafu Mountain. Hahahaha.

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Zhao Tian responded with a dry smile, and Yang Anxuan laughed secretly in his belly. Magistrate Guo's flattery was really slapped on the horse's hooves. Zhao Tian didn't know what Xiliuying was, and he couldn't have imagined that Zhao Tian would be made a marquis like Zhou Bo by the secret praise in his words.

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After sitting down in the Chinese army's tent, Guo Qianhan said a few words to clarify his purpose, "General Zhao, I heard that more than 600 thieves were captured during the bandit suppression. I want to take them back to the county to be punished. I ask the general for permission."

Yang Anxuan sneered, Magistrate Guo had a good idea. Most of the more than 600 thieves were young and strong. These people were free labor. They were forced to cultivate official fields, level roads, and build water conservancy projects. Magistrate Guo would then be able to

Gaining profit can lead to fame.

Zhao Tian shook his head and said: "Pingshi City is completely unable to restrain these more than 600 people. If the soldiers and horses of Xinye County leave, if these thieves continue to cause chaos, Master Guo may not be able to deal with it."

Guo Qian smiled and said: "Don't worry, General Zhao. I will put torture tools on these people. If I don't cut off their toes, they will not be able to escape and rebel."

Yang Anxuan frowned, most of these people were refugees and were coerced by Zhang Hua into becoming bandits.

It is said that there were more than 1,500 bandits in Dafu Mountain, and the magistrates of Pingshi and Fuyang counties "contributed indispensably".

"Master Guo, is the punishment too severe? These people are mostly ordinary people who are looking for food and clothing. Just give them a light punishment." Zhao Tian said with an unhappy face.

Guo Qian said coldly: "General Zhao is too kind to these traitors. In my opinion, they have done many evil things and deserve whatever they are punished for."

Yang Anxuan interjected: "Magistrate Guo, according to the prisoners' confession, Zhao Ying, the leader of the thieves, brought four to five hundred people down the mountain to attack Fuyang City. There were no less than two hundred bandits who escaped from the stronghold. If these people wait until we leave,

I came here to take revenge, but I wonder how County Magistrate Guo would respond?"

"Ah, haven't all the thieves been captured?" Guo Qian was a little dumbfounded. If there were four to five hundred thieves outside, these more than 600 prisoners would become a thorn in their side.

He stretched out his hand to stroke his beard to hide his panic, and Guo Qian said: "Then we should trouble General Zhao to stay a little longer to destroy the remaining thieves."

Yang Anxuan asked: "What should we do with these more than 600 prisoners?"

Guo Qian coughed dryly and said: "There are so many thieves that cannot be dealt with in Pingshi City for the time being. We should ask General Zhao to deal with them as appropriate."

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At Shenshi, Yang Anyuan returned to Pingshi City with his troops and horses. Instead of entering the South Village, he went directly to the West Village.

He went to rescue Fuyang City but failed. Zhao Ying learned that reinforcements from Xinye County were coming and fled directly into the mountains with his people.

Yang Anyuan, who was stationed outside Fuyang City looking for fighter planes, received news that more than a thousand bandits from the Dafu Mountains came down the mountain to attack Xizhai, but were ambushed by the army.

The thief Zhang Hua and others were killed, their lair was wiped out, more than 200 were killed, and more than 600 were captured, thus eliminating the bandit problem in Dafu Mountain.

Needless to say, the result of the contest was Yang Anxuan's victory.

Yang Anyuan sat in the tent, silent and depressed. God was so unfair. He tried his best, but his dream of taking over the family business was getting further and further away.

Cen Minghu said angrily: "How did Yang Junhou know that Fuyang City was a trap for the thieves, and yet he was waiting for work in Pingshi City to lure the thieves into an ambush? Could it be that he already knew the enemy's situation, why didn't he tell the captain?"

One sentence reminded Yang Anyuan, and he thought carefully about the situation when the troops were divided in the account that day. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Zhao Tian and Yang Anxuan were acting suspiciously. He slapped the case angrily and said, "Go back to Pingshi City and ask Yang Anxuan for details."

The soldiers and horses formed a square formation 200 steps away from Xizhai. Yang Anyuan and Cen Minghu immediately stood in front of the formation.

The soldiers on the watchtower looked at Pao Ze, who was waiting for him outside the stronghold, and were a little at a loss. What's going on? One of our own people wants to beat his own people?

The village gate opened, Zhao Tian, ​​Yang Anxuan and others galloped out, reining in their horses twenty paces ahead of Yang Anyan.

Zhao Tian bowed his hands and said, "I've seen Captain Yang. I wonder what Captain Yang's purpose is in front of Chen Bingzhai?"

Yang Anyuan ignored Zhao Tian, ​​looked at Yang Anxuan and asked directly: "Third brother, did you know that the attack on Fuyang City was a bait, and the real intention of the Dafu Mountain bandits was to attack the army stronghold in Pingshi City."

Yang Anxuan smiled slightly and responded without any timidity: "Not bad."

Cen Minghu said angrily: "Marquis Yang, if you don't report the information, you will waste the opportunity to fight."

Yang Anxuan said coldly: "Cen Minghu, what do you mean by wasting the opportunity? Could it be that you are blind? The bandits' lair in Dafu Mountain was wiped out. More than a thousand bandits died or surrendered. If you hadn't let Zhao Ying run away, this battle would have been a complete victory."

Yang Anyuan snorted coldly and said: "Yang Anxuan, don't argue with clever words. I am a captain, Zhao Tian is a commander, and you are just a military prince. If you know the military situation, why don't you report it to me?"

"The two armies are fighting for supremacy, each relying on their own means." Yang Anxuan said coldly: "If you feel that I have violated military discipline, go back and tell your father."

Yang Anyuan raised the horse in his hand, pointed at Yang Anxuan and said: "How dare you, can't I cure you?"

Zhao Tian shouted sternly: "Colonel Yang, do you want to cause internal strife?"

Raising his hand to signal, Yan Zhuang led his soldiers out of the camp and lined up in a long row. The shields were like walls, the spears were like forests, and the archers pointed their fingers diagonally. The two armies faced each other.

Yang Anyuan's eyes were gloomy. If a fight really broke out, he would not be able to escape the blame. But he was too embarrassed to put the knife in its sheath. How should he put down the raised horse?

Cen Minghu loudly came to the rescue and said: "Yang Junhou, I was defeated by you on the school field last time. Cen has always wanted to find an opportunity to learn the master's tricks again. Today, it's easy for me. How about you and I compete?"

Yin Ji whispered beside Yang Anxuan: "The Cen family's ancestral sword skills are very powerful. Third young master, please be careful."

The ancestor of the Cen family, Wuyin Hou Cen Peng, ranked sixth among the twenty-eight generals of Yuntai. He was famous for his bravery and good fighting skills. The sword skills he taught must be extraordinary.

Yin Ji was not optimistic about Yang Anxuan. Cen Minghu was a martial arts fanatic. He practiced martial arts for more than two hours every day, and his ancestral sword skills were exquisite. Yang Anxuan might not be able to compete with him.

Since cultivating the true energy in the body, not only has the energy gradually increased, but also the ears and eyes are sharp. During the battle, he can also feel the changes in the energy, clearly capture the trajectory of the opponent's moves, and predict the enemy's opportunities. With this weapon in hand, Yang Anxuan is full of confidence.

Di waved the horse in his hand and said with a smile: "Let's fight."

The drums rumbled, and the soldiers on both sides retreated, leaving an open space of 200 steps for Yang Anxuan and Cen Minghu to fight.

The three-pointed, two-edged sword is two feet long, made of fine iron, and weighs twenty-eight kilograms. It was a gift from his father, Cen Minghu, when he came of age at the age of sixteen. He has been with Cen Minghu almost day and night for more than six years. The handshake is wrapped with lacquered hemp rope.

, fit well and have been replaced twenty-four times.

Holding the handle of the knife, Cen Minghu felt extremely confident. The knife in his hand had never met an opponent. His father made an exception and taught him the sword skills passed down by the Cen family and had high hopes for him.

When the drum beat stopped, Cen Minghu gently raised his knife and began to urge his mount, rushing towards Yang Anxuan who was thirty steps away. Today he wanted to avoid the shame of defeat in the school field that day.

The horse spear has a two-foot-long front, eight-sided armor-piercing ribs, and shimmering cold light; the handle is nearly ten feet long, and is made of mulberry trees that have been soaked repeatedly, dried in the shade, and then glued together. It is tough and full of tension. It took Han Yi, a famous spear-maker, three years to make it.

Yang Quanqi spent five taels of gold to buy it and gave it to Yang Anxuan as a coming-of-age gift.

Yang Anxuan raised his palm in the air with his right hand and rode towards Cen Minghu without fear.
Chapter completed!