Chen Jiugao felt more and more irritated in his heart, and he said urgently: "Hurry up, hurry up and stop talking!"
A mysterious smile flashed from the corner of Zhang Cheng's mouth and he said: "Brothers, do you know how many acupuncture points we have on our body?" He looked at the confused eyes of the two of them, picked up the glass and drank it all, and then stretched out his hand to
He gestured on his body and continued: "Well, there are more than 700 places. Among them, we usually use them for conditioning, and only about 400 are needed to treat diseases.
There are one hundred and eight real vital points, including vital points and fatal points. The number of acupuncture points that will not cause death is seventy-two, which coincides with the number of Earthly Evils; and the number of acupuncture points that can cause death is thirty.
Six places coincide with the number of Tiangang."
"I'm so stupid, brother Zhang, are you from a medical family?"
Chen Jiugao drank the warm wine in the cup with his mouth wide open, and then said: "But what does this have to do with prying open the Tatar's mouth? Could it be that by giving the Tatar acupuncture and moxibustion to treat his illness, he will be honest!"
Zhang Cheng smiled brightly and said: "The relationship here is huge."
He knocked on the table with his hand and said: "Full!"
Wu Sangui waved his hand to call over the waiter and filled the wine glass before Zhang Cheng continued: "You think these Tatars are already fierce and brave, and there is no one in the Tatars who has not experienced hundreds of battles.
Each of them has more than ten or even dozens of scars and sores from arrows. The ordinary whipping, burning, and sawing and filing with blunt knives are not enough to make him docile and open his mouth. It will arouse his ferocity.
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At this time, you have to rely on acupuncture!"
When Zhang Cheng talked about this, he hesitated again. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip before continuing: "This silver needle pricking acupuncture points will cause people to have five senses: numbness, swelling, itching, pain, and soreness."
Come, and depending on the depth of penetration, the strength of these five senses can be controlled.
Especially the one hundred and eight life and death points, although they are not used to cure diseases and save lives, they are of great use."
He smiled sternly and said: "The pain of acupuncture can only be felt personally, but it cannot be described in words. If a few needles, or even a dozen needles are used in conjunction, they will penetrate into various vital points depending on the depth.
mouth,
The pain is like hundreds of millions of ants and insects clinging to the joints, densely packed throughout the body, and the most severe itching, numbness, and swelling are unbearable.
The wonderful thing is that there is no injury or pain on the body. The soreness, numbness, pain and itching are completely caused by the heart, which is simply more uncomfortable than crushing the bones and gouging out the heart.
In addition, different needle shapes and techniques can be used, and the exposed parts of the silver needle can be 'bounced, pushed, rubbed, paused, and stirred' to add miraculous effects.
Zhang Cheng saw that the two of them were listening with great interest. He picked up a large piece of fat meat with his chopsticks and said to them: "Come, eat meat and wine."
After both of them had eaten a piece of fat meat, he raised his wine glass and said, "Brothers, do you know which part of the body was stabbed this time to pry open the mouth of the Tartar head?"
In the doubtful eyes of the two people, Zhang Cheng continued: "In addition to pricking a few vital points with needles, he also took an extremely thin hay stalk, inserted the silver needle into it, and then pierced the eye of 'That Word'
Go inside, there's a stir
When Zhang Cheng said this, he pointed at his crotch with an evil smile, then used his hands to make gestures of inserting and stirring, and made a trembling movement all over his body.
Chen Jiugao was chewing a piece of fatty meat, juice flowing from his mouth, and he was holding a wine glass in his hand, waiting to drink.
At this moment, listening to the process described by Zhang Cheng and the coordination of his movements, Chen Jiugao also shuddered and suddenly felt nauseated and dizzy.
He hurriedly turned around and ran outside the flower hall. A young boy with quick eyes and quick hands quickly picked up a copper spittoon and chased after him. When Zhang Cheng saw it, he couldn't help but sigh: "People say that the leader of the army in Liao Town is the richest in the world, so he won't bully me."
ah!"
He had been to Wu Sangui's handsome mansion more than once. Although the banquet was not too luxurious, it was extremely exquisite. The mansion had several floors, and the servants were all energetic and well-dressed. Everything they used was both gold and silver.
He held the cup and looked at Wu Sangui, and saw that although he had not left the table, his face was flushed, as if he was trying to suppress himself.
Zhang Cheng felt it was interesting in his heart, so he got into trouble. He raised his glass and said, "Brother Chang Bo, how about I give you a toast."
Wu Sangui felt the blood rising in his chest. He suppressed it with one breath. At this moment, he saw Zhang Cheng raising a glass to him. To be polite, he put one hand on his leg and picked up the wine glass with the other hand. He also said to Zhang Cheng
He raised his hand from a distance and drank it.
Zhang Cheng saw that he recovered his demeanor as before after drinking a glass of wine, and couldn't help but secretly admire his forbearance.
Chen Jiugao came back vomiting heavily, and the front placket of his military attache uniform was covered with tiny crystal dots.
But he didn't care. He sat back in his chair and said, "It's such a trick. No wonder you can pry open the mouth of a Tatar. Just thinking about it, I feel like I'm not even here!"
"Hahaha
The three of them laughed wildly, raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.
"Brother, you are really a genius. You want all these ideas!"
Facing Chen Jiugao's compliment, Zhang Cheng smiled and replied: "Brother is wrong. When I was King Qin in the eleventh year, I saved a person. His ancestor once served in the Zhenfu Division and is quite good at interrogation techniques.
Later, he became a secret agent and traveled around as a doctor. He combined this acupuncture technique, which has been passed down for thousands of years, into the investigation and torture.
According to what he said, it can be divided into hot and cold, and can also be supplemented with medicinal stones. The method is so wonderful that it is rarely seen in the world.
This has never been heard of before!"
Wu Sangui said at this time: "The world is so big, there are indeed strange people and strange things everywhere."
The three of them drank for a while, and the topic turned back to the military aspects of Liaodong.
Wu Sangui suddenly asked: "Zhongchen, what do you think of the four-pronged attack strategy?"
Zhang Cheng seemed to have anticipated this question. Although Wu Sangui abandoned Hong Chengchou in history, he fled back to Xingshan Fort alone.
But that was because the grain road was cut off, so he was buried with Hong Chengchou instead of escaping. But it is different now. As the governor of Jiliao, Hong Chengchou is still a towering tree of great value.
Since he has devoted himself to Governor Hong and formed a community of interests, he will naturally throw stones at the forces behind him. Zhang Cheng also took advantage of the drunkenness and narrowed his eyes and said to him: "The four-pronged attack is a good idea.
But it is difficult to achieve." Wu Sangui seemed to be energetic in an instant, and he asked with concern: "How can you see it?"
"It is not impossible to advance troops in four directions, but the strengths and weaknesses of the official armies in each town are different, and the marches are arranged in order. In this way, there is no guarantee that all armies can arrive at the same time, so how can we talk about an attack?"
Zhang Cheng continued: "What's more, although the slave bandits only have about 60,000 men and horses, they have many horsemen and soldiers, unlike our army, which has few horses and foot soldiers. If we don't consider the actual situation of our army, we will force this separate attack.
If we choose this strategy, I am afraid that we will not be able to escape the fate of the defeat of Saarhu that year!"