The king's mainland talent plunder

Chapter 271 Young Meng Ya
"General Bai Qi, do you know? When I was young, my father never listened to my advice." Meng Ya said: "Many times I gave advice to my father, but what my father gave me was only punishment."

The teenager Mengya was ordered to stand in front of the desk again.

On the table, there was a copy of "Sun Tzu's Art of War" that had been completely altered. The still-grown boy clenched his fists tightly, turned his head to the window, bit his lip in disdain, and his eyes were stubborn and unwilling...

Standing upright like a mountain in front of the young man is the well-known general in Xuanyong and even in the land of Zhulu - Meng Tian, ​​a veteran who has experienced many battles, relying on strict military management and formation, deeply The pillar of the country that is highly valued by the monarch.He is also the father of the rebellious teenager in front of him.

"This is the No. 20 seven military books that you altered without authorization." The general's voice was calm and deep.

"..." Meng Ya remained silent, still turning his head away from the window, looking disdainfully at the array of guards in the distant yard where his father was training in an orderly manner, but all this was nothing new in Meng Ya's eyes.

"The book of war says, 'Those who are in danger, I will live there first, and I will live in Gaoyang to wait for the enemy', why do you have to alter it without authorization?" My father asked in a calm tone.

When it comes to the art of war, the young man turned his head and shouted at his father unconvinced: "The words in the book of war are wrong! You have occupied the open high ground, and the enemy might stop fighting with you! If it were me, I would I will do the opposite, choose to ambush and hide in dangerous and narrow places, and make full use of the terrain!" Xiao Mengya talked endlessly: "Combined with the bullets of my machine gun 'Huntian' that can swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish. Let the enemy..."

"Nonsense! The art of war is the essence of the predecessors' hundreds of battles, obtained through repeated fighting," his father interrupted Meng Ya in an uncompromising tone: "You are still young, and you need to study the classics with all your heart before you can use what you have learned. Hugh A childish joke!"

"Idiot! Idiot!!! In your eyes, will I always be a little kid who doesn't know anything about the art of war?! Is there no place for any new ideas in your old dogma?" Meng Ya smashed his clenched fist hard Desk case: "If you dare to let me go to the battlefield, I will definitely..."

"Nonsense!" The general was quiet but majestic, and interrupted his son again: "The battlefield is not a joke. If you want to become a qualified soldier of Xuanyong one day, there is no shortcut. You can only study hard and diligently. The only way to win..."

"Enough!!! Who wants to be an unchanging, rigid adult like you!!!" The young man's anger seemed to overturn the roof of the general's mansion, and the violent star in his eyes was about to be ignited.

The general calmly looked at the son of Mao Mao, and taught indifferently: "Moodiness is a big taboo in the military; if you don't accumulate steps, you can't travel thousands of miles. Go back to the room and face the wall and think about your mistakes."

Meng Ya gritted his teeth, slammed the door out, staggered, and almost tripped over the few pots of magnolia that his father loved most in the yard.The young man, who was full of anger, raised his hand and raised the machine gun, then shot at the neatly arranged magnolias, and left angrily. The damaged petals and leaves flew into the air in a mess, and then fell on the gray stone platform , like the self-esteem of a teenager being crushed again.

"Without rules, there is no circle." The general who commanded thousands of horses, faced with the only son who was as unruly as a wild horse, once again fell into deep thought.

The roof of the backyard has been the place where Mengya came to be in a daze alone after he collided with his father every time since he was a child.

The afterglow of Xuanyong's setting sun sprinkled on the corrugated roof, and after a few short whistles, the eagle with white feathers, which he called "Unrestrained" since he was a child, circled quickly from the air and landed on Meng Ya's shoulder.

White Eagle retracted his sharp eyes and sharp claws, and gently rubbed the boy's cheek with his furry head.

The young man caressed the healthy wings and snow-white feathers of the white eagle that had grown up, and the rage in his eyes gradually turned into a child-like gentleness—"Wuzhi" was the life he insisted on saving in spite of his father's scolding when he was young.

"The ancients said: 'Professionalism lies in diligence, waste in playing'. It is the age when you study hard to get a solid foundation. These other things will distract your energy..." The father's reprimand is still in my ears, and in my memory, in my eyes With tears in his eyes, the angry child still firmly protected the injured chick in his arms, never compromising.

Equally uncompromising, there is Da Xiao’s love for all kinds of machine guns. No matter what kind of machine guns, in the hands of Meng Ya, they will definitely become powerful "killer maces", which are unique talents exclusive to teenagers.

Especially the mechanism gun in Changban's hand, which was named "Huntian" by Meng Ya, it was imitated by a mechanism master he had seen when he was a child, and it was made in a decent manner. .

And these things, in my father's view, compared with the orthodox art of war and pragmatic formations, will always be "toys" that are not popular, and the chief culprit of playing with things and losing one's morale.

The wind on the roof blows like a knife, and Xuanyong's wind is always so harsh and painful.

Meng Ya really didn't understand why the father who gave birth to him, General Meng, who made the people of Xuanyong respectful and loved him and made the enemy fearful, always confronted him. As far as he could remember, his father seemed to only care about those strict military books and art of war, no matter what In the eyes of his father, whether it is his own original tactics or the machine guns he is proud of, they are all deviant and absurd.

My own repeated collisions are often rewarded with harsh reprimands and teachings, and even severe punishments.The irritable boy became more and more rebellious.

Meng Ya, who was lying on his back in the fire on the roof, became more and more angry when he thought about it, until the moon climbed up the curtain of night, and then he came down from above.

Under the moonlight, the black-and-white short-haired boy in red returned to the room with anger that hadn't dissipated for a long time, and looked around the small to large residence, bursting with anger again.

This is not a living room, it is simply a cage! ——Desks, bedding, couches and cabinets with sharp edges and no aesthetic feeling, are always kept clean by the rules-oriented father.

The airtight bookcases on all sides are filled with voluminous military books too neatly, such as "Sun Tzu", "Wu Zi", "Sima Fa", "Six Secret Teachings", "Wei Liao Zi", "Three Strategies"... And the outrageously strict schedule...

The back of the stool is deliberately right-angled, just looking at it makes people feel painful... There is also a huge "Jie" written by his father himself on the front wall, which makes Meng Ya want to use "Huntian" to smash it into two at any time. Half... no! , as if something is missing in the house? !

Just when Meng Ya was furious, searching the room full of disturbing furnishings, but still couldn't find the pile of mechanism objects he usually tossed about, several servants ran into the house from the courtyard, breathless Said: "Young...young master, Meng...General Meng has just ordered you...to lock up all your organs and weapons and take them away. He said...he said..."

Before he finished speaking, the volcano in Mengya's eyes spewed out, and he grabbed the servant who had sent the message, threw it heavily on the floor, and then angrily pushed all the things in the room, bookshelves, brushes, and military books were scattered in all directions Meng Ya grabbed the book of war on the ground and tore it into pieces, while snarling, "Enough is enough! Get the hell out of here!!!"

(End of this chapter)