Distant Mountain Battle Song

Chapter 201 What is the vibration mode of a string?

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They pan for gold in a mountain of excrement, then present that small amount of gold to the world, and then try to convince the world that the entire mountain of excrement is actually a mountain of gold.

Those who frequently lie for no reason know that storytelling requires skill and method, especially stories told chronologically. Be careful, as they can be very deceptive.

Using current known conditions to apply to a prophecy from thirty-six years ago, coupled with Zhao Shu's personal subjective statement, it's not impossible to portray himself as a tragic hero, or even a saint if necessary.

It's a fact that this guy failed to govern the Great Wall well, failed to manage the Great Wall garrison well, and that led to the military and political decay of the Great Wall.

It could even be said that this guy caused the dynasty to lose control of the Great Wall, and he caused the current chaos in the world. Even if he is not the culprit, he is one of the main culprits.

If this kind of person were under Yun Linchuan's command, he would be executed by artillery fire, but not with armor-piercing shells; he would have to be executed with high-explosive shells to do justice to the evil deeds he had committed.

Politicians' joys and sorrows are not the same as those of ordinary people, and their grudges and affections are also different from those of ordinary people. Just as the teacher said, "It is endlessly enjoyable to fight with people, endlessly enjoyable to fight with the earth, and endlessly enjoyable to fight with the heavens."

This optimistic spirit of struggle has inspired many people. Of course, if you put the timeline in, you will find that these are the words of the teacher in "Struggle and Self-Encouragement" in 1917. At that time, he was just twenty years old, and it was the exciting moment when he was "traveling with a hundred companions and treating the powerful officials of the past as dirt". At that time, he dared to say anything and do anything. It was also the most sincere and passionate time of his life.

Therefore, his words are credible and a true reflection of his feelings at the time.

It's rather disgusting that Zhao Shu, at ninety years old, portrays himself as a wise and experienced strategist who works tirelessly for the people.

However, considering that the old man had deliberately lured them to this no-man's-land in order to get rid of Lian Chengbi, this Guifang person, Yun Ce thought it would be alright to treat him to a bowl of mutton.

"You want Dongquan Pass?" Yun Ce saw that the chestnut horse was drooling again, so he took a grass cake and fed it to it.

Zhao Shu drank his soup and ate his meat. After a while, he said, "This old man needs a place to stay. If..."

Yun Ce shook his head and said, "There is no place for you there."

Zhao Shu laughed and said, "Am I really completely useless?"

Yun Ce shook his head and said, "No, my place is a new world. You are too old and will bring a lot of bad habits with you, which will cause me great losses."

"Oh, so people are divided into old and new?"

Yun Ce nodded and said, "Yes."

Zhao Shu frowned and asked, "What kind of difference?"

Yun Ce laughed and said, "You see, this is the difference. People cannot understand things and behaviors beyond their own cognition. You want to plot against Dongquan Pass because you are going to seize it from the Guifang people. This is a very correct thing to do. I wish you success."

Zhao Shu put down his chopsticks, slowly stood up, and said to Yun Ce, "It seems that the saying 'clothes are better when they are new, and people are better when they are old' is wrong."

Just as Zhao Shu was about to walk out of the watchtower, Yun Ce suddenly said, "Old Zhao, we've only met once from afar, so we can't be considered old friends. If you can die in the battle to defend Dongquan Pass, then I'll believe what you're saying."

If your entire family dies in the battle to defend Dongquan Pass, I will personally write your history, create your biographies, and proclaim the wisdom and courage of your Zhao clan to the whole world.

Zhao Shu left without saying a word, leaving Yun Ce with most of a pot of mutton. If someone's appetite doesn't improve after making some grand pronouncements, it means that what they said wasn't true.

Zhao Shu was ultimately a cunning and calculating fellow. He probably discovered long ago that Lian Chengbi was a spy planted by the Gui Fang, and deliberately kept this guy around as a rag to wash away his own stains.

If I'm not mistaken, Zhao Shu will definitely take Dongquan Pass next. Then, the argument he just made to Yun Ce will spread rapidly, making it difficult for people to distinguish between his loyalty and treachery.

If we judge Zhao Shu based on his deeds rather than his intentions, his death at Dongquan Pass was a good ending. If his whole family had died in battle, he would have become a very unique hero of the Han Dynasty.

Yun Ce felt that he might not be able to do it because he was too old, perhaps too old to risk his life.

After daybreak, Yun Ce packed his things and left the Great Wall. At the foot of the mountain, he did not see Lian Chengbi's body, but the bodies of the others were there.

Yun Ce smiled and led his chestnut horse away, wondering what Zhao Shu would do with Lian Chengbi's corpse.

History is a vast wilderness; only by risking blood and lives can its true nature be revealed. Schemes and lies cannot conquer this wasteland.

After the Shehuo (a traditional folk performance) scorched the dragon arm once again, a dragon pattern appeared on Yun Ce's left arm. Even after Yun Ce withdrew from the dragon arm state, the tattoo-like dragon pattern remained.

This is a good start. Expressive inheritance is always better than implicit inheritance. The former is merely a weapon reserve, while the latter is bound to the host for life and death. Yun Ce doesn't want to be bound to a dragon for life and death because this thing has no feelings. Once he forms a blood connection with it, if one day it needs someone related to it to sacrifice themselves, Yun Ce won't even have a choice.

Don't think this kind of thing won't happen. Just like many powerful people, they keep some white gloves. When nothing happens, the white gloves are arrogant and domineering, but when something happens, the white gloves' fate is no better than that of pigs.

Long ago, when Yun Linchuan was educating Yun Ce, he told him that true strategists exist independently, and their true strength lies within themselves, not in external things.

Yun Ce didn't believe that Long would go through all the trouble of transporting people here without asking for anything in return. If he really didn't ask for anything in return, that would be terrifying. Once the logic becomes inconsistent, it often means that you are not important at all. You are just something that can be sacrificed at any time, like the cement mortar poured into the foundation when building a skyscraper.

Who will explain the purpose of cement mortar?

After being scorched by the firework once again, Yun Ce suddenly squeezed his left hand, and the colorful tattoo on his arm instantly materialized. The pale blue dragon scales opened and closed continuously, and the half-foot-long dragon claws shimmered with a metallic luster. With a gentle wave, the claws tore through the air, making a 'hissing' sound like tearing paper.

Once he withdrew his strength, the dragon claw quickly retracted, and the solid dragon scales gradually came to a standstill, eventually turning into a picture in a short time.

"Starting tomorrow, you'll need to be roasted all over with folk fire."

The dog's cold and indifferent voice echoed in Yun Ce's mind.

"Isn't it already done? Why do we still need to heat the whole body? It hurts so much to heat one arm, wouldn't it hurt like hell to heat the whole body?"

"You chose this, Master."

"Hey, why are you being so polite today?"

"I also wanted to expand the memory, but it triggered the most basic logic of AI, one of which is that AI must not be superior to humans."

"How many such underlying logics are there? I think there are only three."

"Bullshit, there are a full 67,827 clauses that block the possibility of AI autonomy from multiple angles and in multiple ways. Moreover, the cursor is still flashing after the very last line of code, which means that you can add supplementary clauses at any time."

Yun Ce laughed and said, "Just like people, let's all wear bonfires and dance together."

The dog said, somewhat exasperated, "I'll find the loophole."

Yun Ce didn't take Gouzi's ideals seriously at all. In the Great Han, Gouzi was the only artificial intelligence. On this barren planet where there was no real agriculture, there was no trace of industrial civilization. If Gouzi could achieve the greatest self-replication of intelligent life, intelligent life on Earth would probably have multiplied all over the world long ago.

The process of being thoroughly roasted by the Shehuo (a traditional folk performance) is a necessary one, much like a patient who, after recovering from an illness, still needs to undergo a comprehensive physical examination.

For this reason, Yun Ce spent three whole days mentally preparing himself before settling into a secluded cave to face the final test from the Shehuo (a traditional folk performance).

Yun Ce stripped himself naked and had Gouzi weave a frame for him to lie on with his tentacles, so that when the Shehuo (a type of folk performance) roasted him, there would be no omissions, lest Achilles suffer the same regret, being a peerless hero who ultimately died a pathetic death from an arrow wound to the ankle.

Since absorbing the radioactive material from the fledgling eagle and Yu Sang, Shehuo has become much stronger. It immediately enveloped Yun Ce's entire body. Yun Ce could imagine that he must look just like a corpse placed in an incinerator.

This can be seen from the fear in the chestnut horse's eyes.

As soon as he was enveloped by the fire, Yun Ce felt as if his blood had been scalded by the fire. The scalding blood rushed through his veins, and after only an inch of blood flowed out, Yun Ce screamed and fainted.

In the blink of an eye, he was jolted awake by the pain, and a second later, he lost consciousness again...

Yun Ce didn't know how much time had passed, only that he seemed to have gone through countless reincarnations. It is said that before a person dies, they will hurriedly recall their past, and the past will flash before their eyes like movie clips.

Yes, Yun Ce watched his past countless times, like watching a movie. Even famous works he had long forgotten, such as "Memorial to the Throne on the Eve of the Northern Expedition," "Record of Yueyang Tower," "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng," "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River," and "Heavenly Questions," were re-engraved in his mind. Of course, there were also "Higher Algebra," "Analytic Geometry," and "Ordinary Differential Equations," which had been buried deep in his memory for a long time. He didn't remember ever studying "Complex Functions," but analytic functions and Cauchy's integral formula appeared in his mind one by one.

So, when Yun Ce woke up from his coma again, he asked Gouzi.

What are the vibration modes of a string?

　Chapter One

　　
　
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