Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 112 Oh~ You...

The first day Xia Lin set out to return to the south was the day of the ghostwriting test. Today, colorful flags were flying in the Hongdu Mansion, and all kinds of people were present. All the candidates who belonged to the fiefdom of Prince Teng came here and gathered together.

Tang's shop will distribute five steamed buns and a pot of water to candidates for free outside the examination room. If there are poor students, they will also be given an extra pair of cloth shoes to keep out the cold.

Old Zhang brought the students from the academy here and saw Fuliang Academy... no, now it has been changed to Ehu Academy from a distance. The students were standing under the sign and checking their test numbers and seats.

At this moment, Lao Zhang walked over arrogantly, put his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "Hey, your Xia Daosheng is not here?"

The disciples of Ehu Academy were led by Zhu Qi, Tang Yang, Song Chen, and Zhou Huan. When they saw Lao Zhang, they did not say anything bad, but instead bowed to him and said, "Xia County Magistrate has not returned yet, so he cannot come."

The polite appearance of these children attracted praise from many people around them. When they saw the words "Ehu Academy" printed on their clothes, they began to inquire about where this Ehu Academy was. After learning that this was the Xinping Academy that had made a lot of noise before, many of them actually thought about sending their children there in the future.

It’s not that Yuzhang Academy is not good, but Yuzhang Academy has a good reputation. The number of admissions each year is limited. If you don’t have real talent, it is extremely difficult to get into Yuzhang Academy. However, Xinping Academy, which was on par with Yuzhang Academy at that time and is now Ehu Academy, is also a good choice.

"Oh, you haven't come back yet." Old Zhang frowned, but then said, "You guys from the countryside are all poor, do you have enough food and clothing in this place?"

There was a lot of sarcasm in these words. There were also some hot-tempered young men in Ehu Academy, and they naturally wanted to step forward to argue. However, these four brothers were indeed calm enough. The eldest among them was named Tang Yang, who was a senior brother. He kept his word and was a very steady and solid person.

He bowed again and said with a smile: "Thank you Mr. Zhang for your care. The academy has made sufficient preparations for us. Food, clothing, housing and transportation are all provided by the academy. We only need to concentrate on the exam."

Old Zhang sneered and turned away. He did not care about people pointing fingers and gossiping behind him. After all, he, Zhang Zhongchun, was now famous. His reputation as a mean and aggressive person, who would make trouble for no reason and would not give in even if he was right, had already spread all over the country. He had caused unrest in countless academies. It was no surprise that he was not a good person.

The bell for exam preparation rang, and students entered the examination room one after another. The youthful spirit was fully displayed at the door. Zhang Zhongchun held a fan in his hand and watched his students walk into the examination room in high spirits. He couldn't help but think of how he was also so flamboyant and lively when he took the exam.

Many years have passed in a flash, and looking at these kids who are only sixteen or seventeen years old now, I feel really sad.

"Have you heard? Xia Daosheng, the magistrate of Fuliang County, recovered seventy miles of territory for Wei."

"Hahahaha, seventy miles, isn't this just a joke?"

"Seventy miles is not enough? Wei hasn't recovered the territory for many years. You still complain about seventy miles. How many generals have failed to accomplish this, but a county magistrate like us has accomplished it."

Lao Zhang (approaching quickly)
"That's true. It's funny to say that a county magistrate regained the country. This made the entire court feel ashamed."

As the keyword Xia Daosheng popped up, Lao Zhang listened attentively to the conversation between the two people next to him, fearing that he would miss even the slightest bit of important information. After hearing about the recovery of the country, his eyebrows jumped: "Brother, is the news authentic?"

"Baozhen, my cousin just came back from the north as a merchant. It happened a few days ago. It is said that Xia County Magistrate from our Fuliang County led the grassland barbarians all the way north to the barbarian king's court and overthrew the previous barbarian king. The new barbarian king wanted to make him the king and marry his daughter to him, but Xia County Magistrate refused, so the barbarian king detained him. Xia County Magistrate sneaked out when the barbarian king's family was lighting firecrackers during the New Year."

"Huh? Barbarians also celebrate the New Year?" Old Zhang scratched his head: "You are not kidding, are you?"

"You are such a disgusting person. How could I say such nonsense? County Magistrate Xia went through many hardships along the way. When he came back, he was said to be ragged, pale and skinny, and looked like a skeleton. His life and death were just a matter of seconds."

Old Zhang scratched his face, took a deep breath, and asked hurriedly, "Is he safe?"

"Half his life is certainly gone, but it is a blessing for the Wei Dynasty to have such a minister."

“This bastard…” Lao Zhang muttered and cursed, “Tell me everything will be fine!”

After saying that, he quickly returned to his resting place amidst the surprised gazes of passersby, took out a pen and paper and began to write a letter to Xia Lin. The first sentence of the letter was: Xia Daosheng, I fuck your ancestors...

Such outrageous rumors have now spread everywhere with the north-south merchants, and various versions have emerged one after another. The versions that Lao Zhang heard were still within the scope of normal people. Some of them were unbearable to listen to. One said that the Barbarian King was originally the woman of the previous Chanyu. The eagle-like woman on the grassland had feelings for the county magistrate of the Central Plains. When the two were talking to each other, they were discovered by the old Chanyu and wanted to behead them. In a hurry, Xia Lin chopped off the old Chanyu's head with a knife, took the head to command the grassland tribe, and finally pushed his beloved grassland woman to the position of the new Chanyu. Another said that after Xia Daosheng went to the grassland, he cast a spell to cause millions of casualties in the royal court overnight. He then led the nomadic tribe to kill them and made his son the new Barbarian King.

And this is not even the most exaggerated. The most exaggerated thing is that according to legend, there is an iron hammer on the grassland that no one can lift. This iron hammer is the weapon of the legendary Chanyu King. Whoever can pick it up can command the grassland, the wolves on the grassland, the eagles on the grassland, the bears on the grassland, the tigers on the grassland, the marmots on the grassland, and of course the tribes on the grassland.

But no one has been able to pull it up for thousands of years, so a county magistrate of Wei, Xia Lin, was inspired by the hammer in his dream and traveled thousands of miles to the barbarian king's court. He lifted the hammer in public, but he said that he did not come to be the Chanyu, but was summoned by the gods for the unification of the grassland. Then he selected a new Chanyu from the 800 tribes and became the god of the grassland.

If you ask whether these rumors are outrageous or not, they are definitely outrageous. Hey, you know what, under the simple values ​​of ordinary working people, the more outrageous they are, the more reasonable they think they are.

So the hammer-pulling theory became the current mainstream, and the second was the love story. In the end, the version that Lao Zhang heard, which was closest to reality, was disliked by others.

Because a hero cannot show his health bar, a person who can change the situation in Mobei and allow Wei to recover lost territory, he cannot come back in tatters, he must have the help of gods.

But it doesn’t matter, let’s give all the credit to God, at least it won’t attract too much attention.

Naturally, this news also spread to the capital. When Ye Liangchen in Dantu County heard the news, his teeth were almost broken.

Why? Why does he seem to have divine help in everything he does? This is too unfair!
However, with Ye Liangchen's level and ability, he would definitely not believe in the hammer-pulling statement. He used sand in his own courtyard to simulate Xia Lin's route and time. He would definitely not be able to defeat him in a normal fight. He must have used some method to gather a large number of refugees, and then used the technique of controlling the flow to carry a large number of people all the way north. And from the speed, he was using the tactics of cavalry going out in front and infantry hunting behind, fighting and eating up a large number of people along the way, and then using the method of rotation and rest to move forward directly to the royal court. In this way, the combat effectiveness of the entire refugee army can be guaranteed, so as to completely capture the grassland royal court.

He could guess the general direction, but he was puzzled by the specific details. What method did Xia Lin use to make those barbarians who did not speak the same language and had different customs listen to him and use his tactics? This was the most shocking part.

Could it be possible that he could speak Jie language? What kind of good person would learn Jie language...

Not only Ye Liangchen, the entire court, the Ministry of War and even the various camps have been concentrating on study and research these days. Even Lao Guo has conducted several rounds of war chess simulations, sometimes playing the role of refugees and sometimes playing the role of the royal court, using the refugees to attack the royal court and using the royal court to resist the refugees.

Finally, they came to a surprising conclusion, that is, this time the change in the grassland was not a chaotic and inexplicable result, but a complete war system. Every layout and every action were secretly in line with the Sun Tzu's Art of War: "Its fast as the wind, its slow as the forest, its plundering as fire, its stillness as a mountain, its obscureness as the shadow, its movement as thunder."

From logistical support to alternating attacks to encircling Wang Ting with a pincer attack, this set of tactics can be called a textbook quick war.

"You can grasp such a fast-paced battle. This is not like the barbarians' way of fighting."

Old Guo stood in front of the chessboard and looked at the results of his and his lieutenant generals' deductions, because if he were Wang Ting, unless he increased the military force three times, even Guo Minghuai, the military god of the Wei Dynasty, would have a very difficult time fighting.

This looks very much like the Barbarian's fighting style, but it's not. Barbarians are not so insidious. The biggest change in this battle is...

Xia Daosheng.

"You little bastard knows military tactics?" Old Guo smacked his lips and said, "I can't tell. You hid it well enough."

"General, if I were leading these refugees, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to do this. How did he do it?"

"Your fighting style is that of a barbarian. You will naturally lose. Look at the distribution of these barbarian soldiers. If you were to give them a name, do they look like sparrows landing on the grassland? Think about how sparrows look for food."

"Jump up and scatter."

“Right!” Lao Guo slammed the table and said, “That’s how you beat him! What a genius… genius, why didn’t I think of it before!”

(End of this chapter)