Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 209 Sand Table
This house was regarded as a study room. Apart from Amei, the students included Zhao Guang, Wang Xun and others. Even Guan Ji sat quietly on the other side, carving something on the bamboo slips with a knife and pen.

"Brother, your fireplace is really a good thing. Even in this midwinter season, this house is as warm as spring. It's wonderful!"

After Zhao Guang sat down, he leaned close to the fireplace, stretched out his hand to warm the fire a few times, and praised.

"Stop talking about these useless things. Do you understand what I taught you a few days ago?"

Feng Yong was not in the mood to listen to this flattery, so he asked directly.

"I understand, I understand!"

When Zhao Guang heard this, he quickly leaned over and sat not far in front of Feng Yong, "Brother, are you going to give a new lesson today?"

"If I don't talk about it today, Zishi needs to read and attend lectures. I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult. Today I will discuss with you General Fubo Ma Yuan. If you have any ideas, you can tell them."

After discovering that Zhao Guang was particularly interested in the military, Feng Yong selected some military theories summarized by later generations that were in line with the current situation, and shared them with Zhao Guang and Wang Xun.

When it comes to marching and fighting, Feng Yong just shoots, at most dismantles and wipes his guns, but here, he can't even charge on horseback.

But at any rate, they are also people who have been sent to a certain base by the army for training, and they still know some basic military theory.

And every week, the army will have political and military lectures, and sometimes they will be required to write a review, and even test the backbone of the company at a specific time, so sometimes they have to go to the company's reading room to check information.

In addition, Feng Yong is a lover of reading, so he spends his time in the reading room of the company on weekends.So he may not understand the actual military operations, but he is not afraid to talk about it, as long as he does not meet professionals.

Naturally, he understands the overall military situation, the relationship between politics and the military, the different composition and structure of the military in various historical periods, and the development and changes of the military.

Picking and picking, you can always pick out some useful knowledge for Zhao Guang and others.

At this time, Guan Ji would always stop what she was doing, and watch Feng Tubie quietly chattering away, and sometimes when she heard something new and exciting, she would always admire it with her eyes. Smile knowingly.

This is a woman with a strong temperament and high martial arts skills, but she also has a gentle temperament that is unique to women in this era. Not to mention that such women will not be found in later generations, even in today's world, I am afraid that there are very few of them.

So when Feng Tubie saw Guan Ji's appearance like this, he felt even more encouraged and spoke more vigorously.

"Everyone in the world knows that General Fubo helped Emperor Guangwu revive the Han Dynasty, quell the hustle and bustle, calm the Qiang rebellion, settle the South of the Five Ridges, and praise his meritorious deeds. But few people know that he has another major contribution, that is, heaped rice for Mountain."

"Brother, isn't General Fubo piled up rice as a mountain, what he did when he pacified Kaixiao? How can it be said that few people know about it?"

Zhao Guang asked strangely.

Feng Yong smiled, "I'm talking about the matter of piling rice into a mountain, not about his flattening. The act of piling up rice into a mountain is the first of another kind of map."

The so-called pile of rice for the mountain refers to Liu Xiu's personal conquest of Kuihuo. All the generals under his command thought that the future situation was unclear, the outcome was uncertain, and it was not appropriate to go deep into the dangers. Liu Xiu was also hesitant and difficult to make up his mind.

At this moment, Ma Yuan was ordered to come and tried his best to persuade Liu Xiu to march. He also ordered people to fetch rice and arrange it into valleys and ravines and other terrain features.

This is the prototype of the initial sand table.

This is a pioneering work in the history of war and has great significance.

"Amei, call two people to carry the sand table I made the day before yesterday."

Thanks again to the old professor who forced me to draw a map of Hanzhong for a semester. Feng Yong is still very familiar with the terrain of Hanzhong.

Although the topography of mountains, rivers and rivers may change between now and later generations, the general appearance is still similar. Based on memory, Feng Yong spent several days holding sand and mud and pinching the surrounding areas centered on Nanzheng. Approximately.

Anyway, it is not as accurate as the later generations to the meter-level unit. This crude sand table may not even be able to achieve an accuracy of [-] meters, but it is not used for any important purpose. That's it.

But even so, it was enough for Zhao Guang and Wang Xun to shock Feng Yong as a heavenly being.

Even Guan Ji couldn't help coming closer. When she saw the undulating mountains and rivers and winding rivers on the sand table, she couldn't help pointing at one of the places, and asked in surprise: "This is... Is it the camp?"

"Yeah, this is where we are."

Feng Yongke did not forget that he was still teaching. He pointed to the sand table and said, "Marching and fighting is nothing more than the right time, place and people. If there are such things, the right place can be controlled."

"Brother, brother, how... how did you do this?"

Zhao Guang woke up from his stupefaction, and rushed over. He almost fell on the sand table, his eyes were fixed on the sand table, and his saliva was already dripping down.

"Baby, baby, I won't exchange a thousand pieces of gold for this thing!"

Zhao Guangchi slipped away and sucked back the saliva that almost dripped onto the sand table.

Return the daughter?If someone really wanted to buy it, Feng Yong would be willing to sell it for a hundred gold per sand table—if the old demon Zhuge didn't mind.

Of course, if Feng Yong really dared to sell it, I'm afraid Zhuge Liang would chop him up into pieces and hang him to each gate of Jincheng to flog his corpse in public.

Satisfied, Feng Tubie looked at the appearance of several people, and said: "How? Did I say something wrong? This pile of rice is the greatest achievement of General Fubo when he was in Ping Kai. It's just that the world is ignorant. How do you know the beauty of it?"

"What my brother has learned is really unfathomable!"

Wang Xun looked at the sand table without blinking, and exclaimed, "It is possible to deduce this thing from General Fubo's military deeds. If you are marching and fighting, with this thing, even if you can't know yourself and the enemy, you can do it without talking." Can it be regarded as invincible?"

"How can it be so simple?" Feng Yong waved his hand. "To do this, there is a prerequisite, that is, you must know the local mountains and rivers. This is not an easy task."

"What about scouting horses? If you send more scouting horses, even if you can't make it as detailed as your brother, even if you can get a general appearance, I'm afraid it will be of great benefit."

Zhao Guang reacted very quickly and immediately asked a question.

Feng Yong nodded appreciatively, "Erlang is indeed savvy, so you must not rush into the army and fight lightly. If you find out more information about the enemy, you will have a better chance of winning. The right time and place can be used by me. Only then can he be called a general of an army."

Feng Yong knew that he was at most a mouthful king, and he didn't expect that he could really teach a famous general.

But teaching them theoretical things would at least allow Zhao Guang and Wang Xun to go to the battlefield in person and avoid some detours.

It would be the best if it can let them feel the big picture in a ignorant way, and after experiencing a lot in the future, they can develop concepts that they understand.

The sand table is currently one of the best tools for people to feel the entire battlefield and cultivate a view of the overall situation.

What if?
If among these few people, someone has this talent, then at least I also have the grace of teaching, right?
Anyway, there is nothing to do in winter, and idleness is idleness.

(End of this chapter)