v3 Chapter 196： I am Changshan Zhao Zilong

Yuanzhou is the westernmost state in the Northern Territory.

The heavy snow that had been flying for three days finally stopped, and the entire Zhumansai was covered with a thick layer of winter clothes. The moonlight was reflected in the snow, like a piece of beautiful jade emitting a faint light, echoing the cold light of the soldiers in the tent.

Perhaps only when he saw such a scene with his own eyes, could Lu Daru write the famous sentence "If you want to drive away the light cavalry, the snow is full of bows and knives".

"Bang!" The sound of the broken porcelain bowl broke the peace of the camp. A burly man grabbed the soldiers of the kitchen camp and scolded: "Weak rice! Why is it weak rice again! How come you have enough rice? Did you deduct rations!"

This is a questioning way of speaking, but with a certain tone.

Weak rice is the main food used by ordinary people on a daily basis, and it is also the most common food. Basically, it can only meet the needs of filling the stomach, and has no special effect of nourishing righteousness or nourishing blood and nourishing the body.

"You, you are talking nonsense!" Although the gang of soldiers were not tall, they were also Confucian scholars who cherished fame and festivals. Hearing such an accusation, his face flushed and he said anxiously, "The last batch of military rations sent was only Weak rice! Even the kind of guerrilla is the same as what you eat! No, you can go check it out!"

This kind of guerrilla was the highest officer who chased the barbarians. It is said that after he was still a great scholar, the burly sergeant froze slightly, released his hand that grabbed the opponent's collar, dissatisfied in his heart, and said, "I'm waiting for a strong man, every battle is a deadly battle. , why can't you eat some good ones?"

The group of soldiers bowed their hands: "The next little guy can't answer your question. But I heard that both the mid-grade military rations and the high-grade military rations have been temporarily transferred to other places. Maybe when the next batch of new military rations arrives, you will Don't eat this weak rice anymore."

Hearing this guy's words, the other sergeants also sighed lightly, re-arranged the team, and received their own meals. For a time, the tent was filled with a depressing atmosphere.

Chong Qifang stood outside the Central Military Account. As a master, he naturally saw the dispute in the distance. He was strict in governing the army and organized the action of the personal soldiers to intervene. He looked at their quarrel with a complicated expression, exhaled a cloud of white mist, turned and walked into the military tent.

In the military tent, the meals brought by the personal soldiers for him have been placed on the desk.

The young man is right, even he eats weak rice.

Zhong Qifang looked at the weak rice in front of him, took two bites, and put it down again.

That non-commissioned officer was right, they are strong men, how can they eat weak rice?

It's not to be special, but for every point in the strength of the hero, the odds of winning the battle will increase by one point.

The mighty man is a kind of fighting against Confucianism.

They have been battling their bodies since childhood, integrating the power of poetry into their bodies and gaining strong defense and impact.

They are the Confucian army that is capable of confronting the barbarians.

Different from the assassins who fight against Confucianism who "hold their bodies in bare hands and kill people in the red dust", their role is to rush into the camp of the barbarians, slow down their progress, and buy time for the Confucian people in the rear to use the Confucian magic.

To charge ahead and get caught up in the battle is for the mighty power.

Confucianism is regarded as a scholar.

However, the cost of cultivating a strong man is often several times or even ten times that of cultivating other Confucian scholars. For example, this military ration, which has always been the lowest in mid-grade military rations, can nourish righteousness and improve physical strength. So even after eating half a month's worth of low-quality rice, it's no wonder the soldiers were dissatisfied.

Chong Qifang rubbed his brows. He is a descendant of the Chong family, so he naturally needs to know more inside stories, such as the issue of military rations.

That guy was right, the military rations originally allocated to Zhumansai were indeed 30% top-grade, 50% middle-grade, and 20% low-grade, but it was temporarily changed not long ago.

Not only the Barbarian Fortress, but almost the entire Northern Territory, the logistics supply has undergone major changes. Because the Barbarian Fortress is located in Yuanzhou, it is not the main direction of the frontal attack of the barbarians, so the military rations have been completely replaced by inferior products. As far as Chong Qifang knows, even in the frontal battlefields of Mangzhou and Suzhou, the supply of military rations for Fighting Confucianism has also been adjusted.

And the reason is because far away in Beijing, Wan Anbo, who has become famous in recent months, is Chen Luo!

Since the opening of martial arts, martial arts practitioners have been able to practice. The military has found that ordinary people who have never eaten high-grade military rations will have their blood boiled and their physical strength will increase rapidly after they come into contact with high-grade military rations.

Although it can't be compared with the mighty people, it is better than there are many people!

Every year, there are only 70,000 or 80,000 powerful men who actually run on the battlefield, and after the first battle, no more than 10,000 people are still alive, and among them, no more than 3,000 people can still go to the battlefield.

And the cost of cultivating a strong man is enough for three ordinary Confucian scholars, or a team of three hundred warriors.

Which is better and which is worse is clear at a glance.

In addition, the advent of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" also changed the situation in a short period of time. The family letter said that the little boy from the Zhe family actually summoned Guan Yu, the heroic spirit of the battle formation. According to the analysis of the great scholar in the family, with the popularization of time, the heroic spirit of the battle formation will become the main method of rushing into the formation. As long as there are enough troops of heroic spirits in the battle formation, a steady stream of rushing formations can be formed.

Perhaps a hundred years from now, the mighty people will no longer need to exist.

For this judgment, Zhong Qifang was a little at a loss.

Since he was seven years old, he has determined to become a strong man. In his heart, he died in the barbarian army, and he was a true gentleman.

However, it has only been a few months, and even a winter has not ended, and the heroic people seem to be abandoned.

The younger generation in the family is said to have stopped the cultivation of powerful men, and instead changed the way of revising the scriptures and poems, and some even went straight to practice martial arts.

But for Chong Qifang, those majestic poems have penetrated into every inch of his skin.

Perhaps, he will become the last swan song of the mighty man!

Thinking of this, Chong Qi twitched in his heart for no reason. His eyes, which had never been wet since childhood, were a little blurry.

Zhuangwei does not die, but withers.

Taking a long breath, he picked up the latest "Da Xuan Min Daily".

For Chen Luo, Zhong Qi was full of respect.

The end of the mighty man is the beginning of the prosperity of the human race.

It's just a pity that his favorite "trapped camp" was destroyed with Lu Bu, and there was not much pen and ink.

Perhaps in Wan Anbo's mind, such an army cannot survive for a long time...

...

Zhongjingcheng, Beifeng Building.

Everyone held their breaths and listened to Nan Yuanfeng's story.

"The concubine can see the general, A Dou is dead..."

"The general can protect this son and teach him to meet his father, and his concubine will die without hatred!"

"Yun said: 'No need to say more, please get on the horse. Yun will fight to the death on his own foot, and protect the madam from the siege!'"

...

"When Zhao Yun saw that his wife was dead, he was afraid that Cao's army would steal the body, so he pushed down the earth wall to cover the dry well."

"Unfasten the armour, put down the mirror, hold A Dou in his arms, and mount the spear."

...

"But he said that Cao Cao was on the top of Jingshan Mountain, and he saw a general. Wherever he went, he couldn't bear the power. He asked who was on the left and right. Cao Hong flew down the mountain and shouted, "Can the generals in the army keep their names?"

"Yun responded and said: 'I am Changshan Zhao Zilong!'"

...

"In this killing, Zhao Yun embraced the queen in his arms, penetrated the siege, chopped down both sides of the banner, and seized three lances; the front and back were stabbed with swords, and more than fifty famous generals of Cao's camp were killed."

"There is a poem that says:"

"Blood-stained robes are red through armor,"

"Who dares to compete with Dangyang?"

"The ancients rushed into battle to help the Lord in danger,"

"Only Changshan Zhao Zilong!"

"Okay!" Nan Yuanxi finished reciting the hymn, and the audience in the audience instantly lit up the talent of "applaud" and shouted at the table!

...

"In ancient times, there was only Changshan Zhao Zilong who rushed to help the lord in danger!"

Chong Qifang held the "Daxuan Minbao" in his hand, the pair of broken iron and pogang hands trembled slightly, and his whole body was boiling with enthusiasm.

"Mighty man!"

"This is the majestic and unparalleled countryman!"

Zhong Qi's heart was agitated, he seemed to see a general with silver armor and white horse, facing the mighty enemy army, he resolutely rushed away.

A horse dares to walk alone,

Destroy the front and break the enemy.

They are all called flying tigers with courage,

Live up to the hero's name.

Chong Qifang took a deep breath, a peculiar verve rose up in him, and a long whistling sound resounded in his mind——

"I am Changshan Zhao Zilong!"

...

Chen Luo put down his pen.

After coming out of the future sea, in order to complete the "Han" family and country as soon as possible, he also worked diligently and planned to speed up the progress of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

It's just that the new chapter was just half-written, when the temple of the Three Kingdoms suddenly shook.

Chen Luo focused slightly and entered the temple of the Three Kingdoms.

I saw a cloud of white gas condensing not far from the statue of Guan Yu's horizontal knife immediately.

After a while, the white air mass dissipated, and a statue of a general with a silver gun and a white horse appeared.

I saw the general holding a gun in his right hand, a sword on his waist, a baby in his arms, his eyes sharp, and his horse galloping.

New battle formation heroic spirit!

Zhao Yun!

...

At the same time Lu Tong hurried to Sanxi Zhuang.

After getting off the carriage, the steward who had been waiting here hurried forward: "Steward Lu..."

Lu Tong looked anxious: "Why did the good-looking child disappear? Did you report to the official?"

The steward hesitated: "Report to the officer, report to the officer."

Lu Tong looked angry: "Isn't there Zhuang Ding to take care of him? Where is the responsible Zhuang Ding?"

The steward sighed and pushed open the door: "Steward Lu, look..."

Lu Tong looked inside the house and paused.

In the courtyard, a Zhuang Ding was lying on a wooden board.

It was a corpse!

(If you want to know what happened next, please listen to the breakdown in the next chapter)