The setting sun was like blood. On the battlefield where the Qin and Wei armies fought, the shouts of killing that resounded through the sky were no longer there. Only the broken limbs and corpses on the ground were left.
There were crows in the sky, falling down from time to time, picking up a piece or two of minced meat, and then flying high into the sky again.
Meng Ao walked on the battlefield holding a halberd. Everywhere he looked, he saw devastation. In war, even the victors had to pay an unimaginable price.
"General, we have won." Zhang Tang followed Meng Ao, still feeling like he was in a dream.
One hundred thousand Wei troops were killed in a massive rout in one day, leaving behind tens of thousands of corpses and more than 10,000 prisoners before retreating.
This war was won too quickly, and the way of victory was too dreamy. Who would have thought that a locust plague would become the key to the Qin army's victory.
The sight of locusts coming from the east and attacking the Wei army's formation still makes Zhang Tang feel numb when he thinks about it.
Although the power of soldiers and horses is strong, it is nothing before the brilliant way of heaven.
"We won, but it's a pity that the king doesn't want to destroy the Wei State yet. Otherwise, the Wei army wouldn't even have a chance to escape." Meng Ao said with a hint of regret.
Such a great victory with the help of natural disasters is too simple, but also too difficult. If we want to repeat such a war, we don't know how many years it will take before we have such an opportunity.
If the Qin army has 200,000 men, it can attack Daliang in one fell swoop, and it is not impossible to destroy the Wei State in one fell swoop.
It's a pity that the current Qin State has never thought about destroying the Wei State, just like South Korea did last year.
"This is also a great victory. The general's military skills are really superb. Who would have thought that manpower can actually rely on the power of natural disasters." Zhang Tang said.
"The power of natural disasters?" When Meng Ao heard this, a complicated expression appeared on his face.
"General Zhang, do you know what a general is?" Meng Ao came to a destroyed chariot and immediately sat on the shaft.
"General, am I going to pass the test? A general is responsible for commanding troops, setting up battles, conquering, and enclosing borders." Zhang Tang said calmly. He is also a veteran general on the battlefield. How could he not understand this truth?
"This is one of them, but not all of them." Meng Ao nodded after hearing the words.
"General, the battlefield inventory has been completed, and the seriously injured Wei troops have been dealt with." At this time, a young military academy member came forward to report.
"You should also stay and listen. This is very important for your future." Meng Ao looked at the visitor and said.
"Nuo." Meng Tian stood respectfully where Meng Ao's head was lowered.
"The commanders of armies in ancient and modern times all thought they were talented generals, but they did not know that generals and commanders are the way to go, which cannot be understood by brave warriors."
"The most important thing for mediocre generals is the number of troops and their bravery. Such generals such as Ji Wuye and Zhao Cong are everywhere and are not worth mentioning."
"A good commander must not only know his enemies and his own friends, and be good at using troops, but he must also observe the weather, understand geography, understand life, predict events like a god, be familiar with the art of war, command thousands of soldiers, and be able to play the game with ease. These generals are like Sun Tzu in ancient times.
Wu Qi, today's Lord Wu An, and Lord Xinling can probably be regarded as half." Meng Ao said.
"General, I know this. During this battle, Lord Xinling took advantage of the change of time to put our army into a passive situation. If it weren't for..." Meng Tian took over Meng Ao's words.
"Yes, Lord Xinling relied on the power of Tianshi, but he could only rely on the power of Xiaotianshi, and was ultimately defeated by our army." Meng Ao said.
"So the locust plague can be considered a great time?" Meng Tian asked curiously.
"This is about the true way of generalship. What I just said is not the true way of generalship." Meng Ao said as if he was lost in distant memories.
"The way of a general is too complicated. I once heard people discussing military affairs, so I can get a glimpse of the way of a general." Meng Ao said.
"General, please speak." Zhang Tang said solemnly.
He knew that this was the essence of the art of war understood by a veteran who had been fighting for his whole life, and it was a priceless military skill.
"Soldiers, there are visible soldiers, there are invisible soldiers. Visible soldiers hold halberds and hold swords, physical warriors, invisible soldiers, such as the sun, moon and stars, wind, clouds, water and fire, mountains and rivers, spiritual energy, etc. All things and phenomena can be
Soldiers." Meng Ao recalled.
"Everything and everything can be used as soldiers?" Zhang Tang said thoughtfully.
At this time, Meng Tian looked at his grandfather with burning eyes. At this time, he wanted to know who told his grandfather about this war theory.
"Everything and everything can be turned into soldiers. Before today, who would have thought that locusts could be turned into soldiers." Meng Ao said with a distant look.
"May I ask the general, who told the general these things? Do we in Qin still have such masters of military skills?" Zhang Tang asked.
"He is in Xianyang Palace." Meng Ao said.
"Xianyang Palace, the general is saying..." Zhang Tang did not ask any more questions, the answer was already obvious.
"I often have a rebellious thought, why is the king the king? If not, twenty years later, our military strategist will have another military master." Meng Ao sighed.
Zhang Tang couldn't answer these words, but it had already stirred up a storm in his heart.
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"Locusts, a natural disaster, what a natural disaster." Wei Wuji, who had escaped the Qin army's pursuit, now completely lost his grace as Lord Xinling. He walked on the ground with disheveled hair, followed closely by a giant.
He is Dian Qing, the eldest disciple of Zhu Hai, the leader of the Pijia Sect. He is extremely talented and has already cultivated the external skills of the Pijia Sect to an extremely terrifying level. Even his master, Zhu Hai, is far inferior to him.
During the previous defeat, Zhu Hai, as a general, sent him to Lord Xinling to protect Lord Xinling's safety.
An existence like Dianqing is definitely an enemy of ten thousand people in the army. He protected Lord Xinling all the way and broke through thirteen Qin army chariots one after another, and then protected Lord Xinling to escape from the Qin army's pursuit.
come out.
"Your Majesty, this defeat is not because our army is incompetent, but because God helped the Qin army. God's will is hard to defeat this thief." Wei Yong, who had already discarded his red robe, and was wearing Wei army armor, could not care about the prisoner at this time.
In a military posture, he persuaded Lord Xinling.
Whether he could escape the pursuit of the Qin army and return to Wei safely this time, Wei Yong was counting on Lord Xinling. At this time, how could he not try to say nice things?
"God's will, God's will?" Lord Xinling looked up at the sky after hearing this.
"Is it true that destiny does not exist in my country, Wei?" Lord Xinling said sadly.
"I, Wei Wuji, have never felt ashamed of anyone or God in my life. Why did God treat me so harshly, and instead helped the cruel and unjust Qin State?" Lord Xinling only felt his heart aching even more.
Yes. In order to prevent himself from being left behind, Wei Yong could only choose to shut up at this time. Otherwise, if he said something wrong again and made Lord Xinling angry, he would not have to return to Wei at all.