Chapter 25: First show of strength

"It's not just that I look down on me, but even the chief executive is probably not taken seriously by him!" Zhao Junyong finally found an allies, glared at Zhu Dapeng fiercely, and took advantage of the situation.

Looking at Zhu Dapeng again, his eyes were red when he was wronged. In his mouth, which could have been so angry that Zhao Jun could not speak any words except for repeatedly emphasizing the three words "I don't have".

"Okay, this matter ends here!" Sesame Li slapped the table again, stopping Zhao Junyong from taking advantage of the topic. "If there is no, there is nothing. Besides, even if there is, it is normal! Who doesn't look like this kind of bird when he was young? Brother Zhu is much more stable than my virtue that didn't know the height of the sky and the earth!"

"Hahaha! That's right, that's right. When we were so old, we felt that we could pick stars in the sky every day!" Peng Da, Pan Laizi and others quickly made jokes, and no one wanted the conflict to continue to intensify.

Sesame Li was more open and honest than anyone present. She first found a way for Zhu Dapeng. Then she cleared her throat and continued to instruct him, "If you think there is a mistake in Zhao Changshi's words, just say it out quickly. It is related to the lives of tens of thousands of people. Don't avoid it, do you know?"

"Yes!" Zhu Dapeng looked at Sesame Li gratefully and agreed in a low voice, "I really felt that there were many inappropriate things in Zhao Changshi's words just now. How to say it, it was just a hole. He only cared about the high house and built the oak, but forgot to lay the foundation!"

"Hahahahaha" Everyone laughed again without hesitation. They all thought that Zhu Bashiyi was arrogant or not, at least, this kid had the capital to be arrogant. Just like this kind of example of building a house without laying a foundation, everyone may not be able to say it in their lifetime!

"Don't blame Zhao Changshi. The boy's words are also one of his own words, and it may not be completely correct!" Seeing Zhao Junyong leaving again in laughter, Zhu Dapeng learned his previous lesson and whispered to comfort him.

"Hmph!" Zhao Jun answered with a cold snorkeling, forcibly suppressing the evil fire in his heart to avoid conflict with this person in public.

"My brother's next words are a little harsh. Don't blame me, brothers!" After taking enough of the loss that almost caused public anger just now, Zhu Dapeng bowed his hands again and got a vaccination in advance.

However, his next words were revealed again, leaving no face to everyone. "Our Xuzhou army wiped out the invading imperial troops and was intimidating the world. It was certainly what Zhu hoped. He went north along the canal, directly attacked the capital, and caught the dog emperor to brush the toilet for everyone. It sounded very happy. But to do this, we must first defeat the invading Tartars outside the city. If we can't do this, even if we say a flower here today, we are still daydreaming!"

"That's true!" Someone felt that he was right and nodded slightly.

But most generals, who had not yet faded their enthusiasm for being motivated by Zhao Jun, waved their arms and said boldly: "What's the difficulty of defeating the Tartars? Could it be that with ten times the strength of the troops, will they still defeat the war? You kid are too ambitious to others!"

"It's not that a boy is making up the ambition of others. If there are more people in the war, the side will definitely win. Since ancient times, there have been no famous generals. Everyone is desperately recruiting soldiers. At that time, they will just stand face to face and count the heads!" After all, Zhu Dapeng was shot on the forum. Whether he understands or doesn't understand, he will easily lose to anyone. A metaphor with a smile will magnify everyone's wrong ideas ten times and put them on the table.

"This, this is true!" Everyone could not refute him, grinned and admitted reluctantly.

"Also! As the saying goes, there are more than ten thousand people, piled up in pieces. How to convey the orders downward is a problem. If you don't believe it, think about it yourself. When you are training troops, how many people can hear you shouting? It is said that when you are ringing the drum, you will advance, and when you are ringing the gold, you will retreat. What does it mean to beat the drum? What does it mean to beat the two strokes? Do you all agree in advance? Do the brothers below know? If it is changed to a command flag, how can the chief general wave the command flag here? What color flags mean? Can everyone understand it?"

The most important thing about talking on the 21st Century Forum is that although I don’t understand, I can make you dumbfounded. According to the habits of my previous life, Zhu Dapeng’s firepower is fully launched today, and immediately, all the generals including Sesame Li and Zhao Junyi turned into mute.

"Also, who rushed in front of the battle? Who fought the second wave? Who responded from the side? Who took the enemy's back to attack? They all had to have an explanation?" Since the topic had already reached this point, Zhu Dapeng simply stabbed it to the end. "Also, there is also the coordination and cooperation of various troops. Where is the spearmen standing, where is the sword and shield hand standing, and where is the archer standing, there must be an arrangement. You must know that when the two armies are in war, as long as the other side is not in a mess, no matter how many people we have, we can only contact the other side, and there may not be two fighting one, let alone a dozen people rushing forward!"

"This" people began to be more surprised and more surprised. The more they heard it, the more they felt weaker, and the cold sweat on their foreheads was dripping down. Including Zhao Jun, who had his eyes still sharp enough to kill people, deep down, had to sigh and admit that the boy named Zhu was indeed thinking more deeply than himself, and all these things were pointed at the point.

However, no matter how much he admired him, he could not tolerate being demolished by a young boy in public. So before Zhu Dapeng could finish his words, he curled his lips and interrupted loudly, "Everyone really doesn't know about this, and he has not done the corresponding training in advance. Since Brother Zhu, you have proposed it, can you teach me what to do?!"

"I don't know either!" In terms of the breadth of knowledge, Zhu Bashiyi, who has integrated the soul of the 21st century, has definitely occupied an innate advantage. But as soon as he was involved in in-depth discussion at a certain point, he immediately showed up the prototype. After thinking for a moment, he could not help but admit, "I will raise these questions today, just hope it can play a role in attracting jade. We all work together today and can always add specific details!"

"Swish! I think you are omnipotent, it turns out that you are a verbal guy!" Zhao Junyong immediately found the opportunity and sneered and mocked him.

"Okay, Lao Zhao, Brother Zhu can raise the problem now, which is a good thing!" For fear that the two of them would have another conflict, Sesame Li interrupted in time. "We all want to see if we can sharpen the guns in the face of battle. Even if the Tartars team arrived today, they would be exhausted as you said. It is impossible to start siege the city immediately. Let's let them live a few more days, and when the arrangements that Brother Zhu said were clear, they would go out of the city to fight off the male and female!"

The second half of the sentence is said to everyone present. When the generals heard it, they all claimed yes. However, although they agreed to it happily, when they discussed the matter in detail, they turned into clay sculptures and wood sculptures. Everyone hoped that their companions would make their own ideas, and everyone hoped to enjoy the success.

The subsequent discussion lasted for a whole morning. For most of the time, Sesame Li, Zhao Junyong and Zhu Dapeng were talking. Occasionally, Mao Gui was added, and only a few words could only play the role of icing on the cake and could not be in line with the other three. However, the difficulty was too difficult, the general formation and position of each army in the future, as well as the meanings represented by the horns and flags were discussed.

Others, there is no need to consider the cooperation between various troops. At present, the most weapons in the Xuzhou army are long spears and sabers. The bows and arrows are less than 300, and the horses are only in hundreds of digits. There is no need to consider the complex formation changes. More than 100,000 troops have not undergone rigorous training, so it is very difficult to stand the team neatly. In addition, at most, a flag recognition recognition by the head generals of each army is only a dozen generals at the moment. It is not much trouble to assign the seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, and heads.

During the discussion, everyone can see the contributions of Zhao Jun. Although this person is a little narrow-minded and has a little bit of ambitions in his work, his flexibility is definitely the best. As long as he spends more time and energy on the problems raised by Zhu Dapeng, he can always find a targeted solution. Even if he is a little out of reality and has been identified by Zhu Dapeng again, he can find a correction as soon as possible. Later, the two of them were only responsible for raising problems and the other was only responsible for finding solutions, and they cooperated well.

Time passed quickly without realizing it. In the blink of an eye, it was still afternoon, which was around two o'clock in the future. Sesame Li looked at the thick stack of paper in his hand, stretched his waist, and sighed and said, "Oh, if I had known this, I would have brought Lao Zhao and Zhu Xiaoshe together as soon as possible, so that they would work together with each other. It would not have to go to war with the Tartars tomorrow. Today I found that so many things were not done! Okay, let it be like this, and there was no need to make it any more detailed. No matter how detailed, I, the chief manager, was dizzy, let alone the brothers below!"

"Well, no matter how detailed it is, I can't do anything about it!" Zhu Dapeng thought for a while and nodded slightly.

Zhao Junyong was so tired that his face turned pale. He leaned on the back of the chair and gasped. After a while, he raised his head, looked at Zhu Dapeng weakly, and whispered: "You kid is a real skill. Lao Zhao misread you before! Today, he will apologize for you in front of everyone. When the Tartars are defeated, he will drink to admit his mistake!"

"I dare not, I dare not!" After a morning of running-in, Zhu Dapeng's impression of Zhao Junyong had improved a lot. He heard the other party speak sincerely, and quickly stood up and waved his hand hard.

Seeing that the two of them were polite again, Sesame Li stood up and interrupted loudly, "Okay, let's talk about these nonsense in the future. They are all their own brothers. They occasionally blush their faces, so don't take anyone to heart!"

Then he patted the paper in his hand and said to everyone: "I will find someone to copy this thing this afternoon. You guys, whether you recognize or not, will take one for me to memorize it, and no one is allowed to be lazy. Not only can you kill the Tartars this time, but you will not be able to fight with the Tartars in the future! Get out! Now you all go back to their respective barracks to inspire your brothers. I don't care about your meal today, kill all the Tartars one day, let's drink together again!!"

"Yes!" The generals agreed in unison, stood up, and strode out of the government office.

Because of overwork, Zhu Dapeng and Zhao Jun were at the end. Sesame Li handed over the results of the discussion to his confidant and asked someone to copy them, and he followed him and sent them out. Before he could reach the government office, he heard a chaotic yelling outside, "Whose soldiers are this? Whose soldiers are so neat?!" "It's the Zuo Army, haven't you seen the flag raised by the vanguard? It's the boy under Zhu Bashiyi. This boy is really good!"

"It's bad, I'm just discussing the war and forgetting them!" Zhu Dapeng was stunned for a moment, and quickly remembered that he ran to the government office to discuss the matter. He had ordered Xu Hongsan to summon personal soldiers and soldiers. He was busy discussing with Zhao Junyong and others for two and a half hours. These brothers also stood outside the government office for two and a half hours!

With a little guilt, he accelerated his pace and rushed out. As soon as he left the gate, he saw more than 500 brothers standing clearly in the open space opposite the gate. Although most of them had only a spear in their hands and were not wearing any armor. However, they all raised their heads and chests, and their bodies were as straight as javelins!
Chapter completed!