Chapter 13 The first time I saw the war in the age of cold weapons
The book Zhang Han sent was "The Art of War", which was famous in this era and even in later generations.
Zhao Shu had actually read about Sun Tzu's Art of War. When he was young and passionate, he once dreamed of joining the army, taking charge of the military, and having the world in his hands.
Therefore, he has studied military books and tactics from ancient times to the present, as well as classic battle cases at home and abroad.
However, he majored in National Defense Science and Technology, focusing on science and technology, which made Zhao Shu just a theoretical giant.
However, knowledge is knowledge. If you learn it, even if you don't use it, it is still your knowledge. Now when I read Sun Tzu's Art of War again, Zhao Shu had a different understanding.
He believes that once he masters it, goes to the battlefield and has experience again and again, he will become famous all over the world in the future.
Even though it is difficult to become a famous general like Bai Qi and Wang Jian, it is still possible to get ahead.
In this way, Zhao Shu served and studied in the morning, and went to the capital army camp for training in the afternoon. Half a month later, Zhao Shu had mastered the combat skills in the dead soldier camp, and his own fighting ability was further strengthened.
In the death camp, the sparring had just ended. Wu Changzhang and Zhao Shu were sparring in person. At this time, Zhao Shu's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he looked almost unrecognizable.
After being treated by the doctor, the two of them rested in the camp. Since Zhang knew Zhao Shu's special qualities, he was very friendly towards Zhao Shu when he was not training.
Of course, when training, not only do you not let go, but you practice hard, and when you are sparring, you use dead hands.
Several times, Zhao Shu almost died under Zhang Jian. Every time he sparred, he was always wandering between life and death.
"Commander, are our dead soldiers the strongest among the entire army and the best at killing?" Zhao Shu's eyes were as deep as a deep pool.
He unscrewed the water bag and took a sip of water mixed with salt. Zhang handed the water bag over to Zhao Shu, who took two big gulps.
After an intense training session, especially in this weather, drinking water mixed with salt will help replenish the body with the water it needs.
"Every warrior of the Qin Dynasty is well-trained, and tens of thousands of them act in unison. When the general gives an order, thousands of troops and horses move like arms and fingers."
When Zhang saw Zhao Shu taking the water bag and drinking water, he said in a faint tone: "In addition to the amazing commanding ability of the general, it is also due to the training of the great Qin warriors day after day, year after year."
"Among the elite soldiers of Great Qin, the same assassination can be carried out with the same intensity by each soldier."
"The Death Soldier Battalion is not the strongest, the Iron Eagle Warriors are the most powerful, and only the best soldiers can enter."
Zhang Bi glanced at Zhao Shu who was listening quietly, then shook his head and said: "Don't think about it. You are born in a poor family and didn't polish your body when you were young. You have no chance to participate in the selection."
"In the Qin Dynasty, although it is said that generals must start from the army, they basically come from military families."
At this moment, Zhang sighed, and a flash of darkness flashed in his eyes: "Because they not only have military strategies, but also because they have been exposed to it since they were young."
"They also master the methods of polishing the body, tempering Qi and blood, and increasing strength. Because of their family background, they have experienced various trainings since childhood."
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Hearing this, Zhao Shu's eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, and then he calmed down: "Does it mean that all the generals in the world come from military families, and don't they belong to noble families?"
"Haha, there are also people who come from poor families, but without exception, those people are talented and have been trained by famous military masters since childhood."
"They are no different from people who come from military families."
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Zhang's words gave Zhao Shu some urgency, but he was still confident. He did not have any family background. In this era, generals may charge into battle, but commanding the central army, like Xiang Yu, who must take the lead in every situation, is
Alternative.
Since you can't be a general who charges into battle, you might as well be more courageous and become an invincible commander.
After this conversation, Zhao Shu unknowingly increased the intensity of his training. He knew in his heart that if he wanted to get ahead, he could only train hard without risking his life.
With the long sword in hand, Zhao Shu slashed down horizontally and kicked a soldier over. In this group, except Zhang, Zhao Shu had already surpassed the others.
From this day on, Zhao Shu participated in the daily training of the Dead Soldiers Camp. There was a simulated city in the capital army camp.
The daily capture of the city begins.
Arrows shot through the air, catapults roared continuously, and siege engines hit the city gates again and again. All the weapons used in siege were wooden knives.
It was coated with cinnabar, and as long as a mark was left, it would be judged whether he would participate in the war based on the severity. Zhao Shu held a wooden long sword in his hand, his eyes were shining, and there was a hint of shock deep in his eyes.
For the first time, he saw a large army attacking a city in this era. On catapults, rattan balls were flying and densely packed, and arrows pierced the air and poured down like heavy rain.
"The general has the order, the cloud chariots advance, the ladders are built, and the dead soldiers in light clothes climb the city!" The ordering soldier sent the order, and the dead soldier battalion was dispatched.
Zhao Shu, Zhang and others acted together, covering each other and advancing toward the bottom of the city wall. In the process, people continued to be killed by arrows.
"Soldier Shu, I'll cover you and climb to the city immediately!" Wu Changzhang shouted and held on to the crumbling ladder.
Hearing this, Zhao Shu became very angry, biting his sword, quickly climbed up the ladder with both hands, and headed towards the city to kill.
"Grass!"
Just when he was halfway up the ladder, an arrow shot through the air and hit Zhao Shu. Although he was still on the ladder, the terrifying force made his chest hurt.
Of course, he was shot in the heart and died.
Descending from the ladder, Zhao Shu, Zhang and others withdrew from the battlefield and watched the battle from a distance, thinking about the gains and losses of this battle.
It is difficult to practice such a terrifying siege battle. It requires huge financial and material resources. Only the capital army can have such luxury.
After all, the capital army guarding Xianyang must ensure unparalleled combat power, but they cannot go to the battlefield and can only practice.
The Capital Army is the last line of defense for Xianyang City and the most elite army in the Qin Dynasty. Every year, it will be composed of strong troops drawn from the army.
Each of these people had been on the battlefield before and knew the steps of a siege. Only Zhao Shu was a newcomer.
Wu Changzhang took a sip of water, looked at the stunned Zhao Shu, couldn't help but smile, and said: "Boy, are you shocked?"
"These are all small scenes. Remember, any drill is only to prevent the soldiers from becoming unfamiliar with the skills of siege."
"But a drill is a drill after all, and it is incomparable to war. When you go to the battlefield in the future, you will know how tragic and terrifying a war is."
"The comrades who were charging with you one moment will die in front of your eyes the next moment. When a war is over, the entire death camp may be dead and wounded."