After practicing for half a month, his grades were not very good. The doubts in Hou Bingzhong naturally became deeper and he found an opportunity to set up a banquet to find Luo Yongsheng to learn from the scriptures.

This matter sounds quite unreliable. He, a general who has been in the military for decades, isn't the turn to come to learn from a boy like Luo Yongsheng, who is still young.

But Hou Bingzhong is good at this. He is humble and studious.

Otherwise, a Hongzhou native could not join the army far away in Fuzhou, but could have been able to get to the position of deputy envoy of the regiment training.

After preparing wine and meat, Hou Bingzhong took the initiative to speak.

"My nephew, why did you look brand new in three days when you train troops? Uncle Yu and his colleagues often gather in half a year before they can form an army in just one year. Is there any secret between the huge gap?"

"Uncle Hou is so proud of me, I can't afford to take it." Luo Yongsheng said modestly, and after pondering, he said: "If you have to find out the difference, it is probably because the soldiers I trained have a more power."

"Oh? What kind of power?"

"The power of language."

"The power of language?"

This explanation obviously made Hou Bingzhong even more confused, but he was studying and his posture was very humble, and he listened honestly to Luo Yongsheng's next explanation.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed because Luo Yongsheng did not rush to explain, but asked back.

"Uncle Hou is comparable to Han Xin, can Li Jing?"

Those who are familiar with history know that these two people have more nicknames than the other. The former is called the Bingxian and the latter is called the Military God. In a sense, it represents a person who has reached the pinnacle of ancient Chinese military skills.

Luo Yongsheng took these two people out and asked Hou Bingzhong if he could compare. The latter had never blown away this kind of shame even if he drank a lot, and he immediately shook his head.

"My dear nephew joked about Uncle Yu. I am more than ten thousand times stronger than these two people."

"But I'm better than them."

Hou Bingzhong said this and widened his eyes, thinking that he had known Luo Yongsheng for almost three years. The latter was humble and cautious, so how could he say such a shameless thing today?

This is not crazy anymore, it is simply arrogant and ridiculous.

"Uncle Hou listens to me. Of course, I know the ability of these two people. Even a hair is more than a hundred times better than Luo. But I still want to say that I am better than them, because I must let my soldiers and those who follow me firmly believe that I am better than them!"

Luo Yongsheng pointed to himself and Hou Bingzhong: "The biggest difference between me and Uncle Hou is the difference in identity. You are a general who leads troops. If you want to defeat the enemy, the most important thing is to know yourself and your enemy. If you are as arrogant as me, you will definitely defeat him. Guan Yunchang is your precedent.

But I am different. I am not a general who leads troops. What I need is not to know myself and the enemy, but to disguise. What kind of disguise can give the generals and soldiers who follow me, I will disguise myself as if it is.

What I want to do is kill thousands of swords and kill the nine clans, so that they will not feel at ease. They are just a pile of sand, and as soon as they come into contact with the court, they will suddenly scatter. This is not possible.

The Three Qi Kings were known as the Immortal of War. They set up a dozen ambush at Gaixia. Hundreds of thousands of troops could not trap the Overlord and his followers. They were killed by them and fled to Wujiang. Although it was forced to death by Xiang Yu, they were not glorious after all.

One man is desperate and ten thousand men are invincible, let alone a hero like the Overlord. He fought his life and could not stop hundreds of thousands of troops. That was strange. Isn’t there any warrior who dares to fight for the last ten thousand troops?

If there is one, can the overlord kill ten people, can the hundred people be killed? Can a thousand people be killed? When the overlord kills the tenth person, one hundred people, one thousand people are afraid and retreats.

The war god Li Jing has made great achievements in his life, and he can write ten volumes. However, only such a war god talks about his thirteen killing methods, using the blood and corpses of countless soldiers to achieve his own great achievements. One general succeeds and thousands of bones are dry. Let’s listen to the words of Luo’s family. If my general dares to say such words and give such orders, before the war, I will take his head to sacrifice the flag!"

The so-called Thirteen-drawing method is that when the troops are defeated and morale is low, they gather the defeated soldiers and ask everyone to draw lots. Three of the ten lottery tickets will be killed. Whoever draws the dead lottery will be killed.

Beheading, stabbing, and shooting are all means of murder.

This method is used to boost morale, cultivate the violent beastly nature in the soldiers, and then take advantage of the situation to counterattack the enemy, so they will win every battle.

The beginning of "The Book of Military Affairs of Wei Gong" is the sentence "In ancient times, those who are good at being generals must be able to kill three of them with ten soldiers, and the second one is ten. The third one is to be powerful in the enemy country; the first one is to be ordered to carry out the three armies."

The meaning of this sentence in the first half is easy to understand, that is, I will kill three of them, so I can do it. Come and praise me and say I am awesome.

The meaning behind is simply that if I kill one, I can command the three armies, and if I kill three, I will even be afraid of the enemy.

That guy was scared. He had only seen those who killed enemy prisoners in wars, but who had seen those who killed their own people and played with them without any trouble?

"A general is incompetent to exhaust the three armies, or victory or defeat is a common matter for military strategists. After defeating the battle, he will summarize his experience. He will fight back next time. He will not take responsibility for the defeat. He will first pick out a group of robes that have retreated from the battlefield and brutally kill them. He will fight a lot of victories and commit a lot of sins."

If famous generals win battles by torture and killing innocent soldiers, then their level is really that.

"Of course, if it is more utilitarian and only seeks victory, I really need Li Jing's method." Luo Yongsheng smiled: "Who made a general succeed and ten thousand bones dry up makes this statement make sense, let alone if we want to rebel, why bother with others' lives?

But everything depends on the essence. What is the purpose of the Thirteen Killing Method? It is to make your soldiers fearless and fear death, so as to fight ten or even one hundred.

Then why not just train a strong army that is fearless and fearless? Wouldn't this save this cruel and insane step?"

It's easy to say.

Hou Bingzhong complained, if I could train such a soldier, why should I ask you for advice?

"The reason why people are afraid of death is because they eat grains and grains, of course they are afraid of death. Li Jing, the generals of the army, also eat grains and grains, but because of the existence of the Thirteenth Killing Method, they suddenly become less afraid of death.

Three thousand people dared to go deep into the grassland and bleed the Turkic royal court. The tens of thousands of Turkic troops fought only for their desperate escape and did not dare to take responsibility. Could it be that Li Jing's soldiers took the magic pill? Of course not, because they not only ate grains, but also ate the god food.

And the so-called spiritual food is what I have said before, the power of language.”

A trace of memory appeared in Luo Yongsheng's eyes: "I have dreamed that both of them are worthy of being true gods and humans. Both of them use words to inspire the hearts of the people and achieve great actions. One is to ruin Nirvana and shake the world. The other is to create the world and reshape the country and nation.

In a word, the three armies were like tigers with wings, and their power was unbearable. Their fighting will was rare in the prosperous era. They lie on the sea of ​​fire without moving, and they are crushed to pieces before the competition.

Uncle Hou, do you think these two are better than the soldiers led by Han Xin and Li Jing?”

"There is such a godly man in the world?" Hou Bingzhong widened his eyes in disbelief: "Not to mention Han, Li, even Sun and Wu, he has never trained such a soldier."

"Yes, of course there is." Luo Yongsheng said confidently: "People can create gods through imagination and word of mouth, and of course they can create miracles through their own practice.

I am not as talented as these two, but what I want to do must be firm in my heart first, deceive the world first, and deceive myself. I also have this ability. Only in this way can the three armies believe in me, and only when the three armies believe in me can they be trained.

Uncle Hou, the day when I left Yangzhou, the soldiers guarding the city saw me, and they abandoned their swords and knelt down to live. How could they be a soldier? If the Zhao Song Dynasty's military system was like this, I only need to train 20,000 troops, which would be enough to conquer the world."

"Language is really so powerful?"

"The pen can awaken the yellow soul. This is a great thing that nothing in the world cannot do. You have never seen it before, so I don't believe it." Luo Yongsheng made an agreement: "We will last for half a year. After your fourth battalion army is trained, I will face you with one hundred troops. Do you believe it or not, I will win and you will lose."

Head-on combat, one hundred and two thousand?

Luo Yongsheng is really crazy.

Hou Bingzhong was willing to mock him, but looking at Luo Yongsheng's confident face, he suddenly woke up a little.

Although Luo Yongsheng's madness seems to be a ignorant madness, madness here can ruin people's hearts and motivate the three armies.

The way of fighting is to seize the power before fighting.

Before the bet started, I was the head coach and I was already timid before the battle and I was completely out of force.

So do you still need to fight?

Hou Bingzhong lowered his head and smiled bitterly, and then sighed.

I am always just a general, and some people are born to be king!
Chapter completed!