Three Kingdoms: A wise grandson, Cao Wei can last for three generations!

When Cao Rui returned to the tent, he saw his three brothers standing in a row in front of the bed, each with a different expression—Niu Jin was scratching his head with a silly grin, Liu An was squinting at him, and Deng Ai had his head down, his ears as red as boiled shrimp.

"What are you doing? Is this a military parade?"

"Young Master—" Niu Jin began.

"Don't call me 'Young Master'." Cao Rui waved his hand. "In the camp, you should still call me Aman. I've said it before, I'm here to be a soldier, not some 'Young Master'. If you treat me like a 'Young Master,' I'll switch tents."

Niu Jin opened his mouth, looked at Liu An, then at Deng Ai. Liu An shrugged, while Deng Ai kept his head down and remained silent.

"Then—Aman?" Niu Jin called out tentatively.

"Yes," Cao Rui replied, lying down on the bed. "That's right. Alright, go do what you need to do, don't crowd around me, it's hot."

Niu Jin and Liu An exchanged a glance and returned to their beds. Deng Ai, clutching his book, shrank back into a corner, but his eyes kept glancing towards Cao Rui.

Cao Rui, with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke: "Deng Ai."

Deng Ai jumped in surprise: "Yes, yes!"

"You taught well."

Deng Ai was stunned.

"Your annotations on Sun Tzu's Art of War are even more practical than what Xun Yu said." Cao Rui opened his eyes, turned his head to look at him, and said, "Xun Yu spoke of grand principles, while you wrote down real experiences. One is in the heavens, the other is on the ground; which one is more useful on the ground?"

Deng Ai's ears turned even redder, and his lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to stammer, "Thank you, thank you, young master."

"Call him Aman."

"Ah, ah, ah man."

"Alright, go back to your reading. You have training tomorrow, so get some sleep."

The oil lamp in the tent went out. In the darkness, Deng Ai held "The Art of War" in his arms, his eyes shining like two stars.

The next morning, Cao Rui trained as usual. He thought that after his identity was exposed, the Earl of Wangdu would treat him more politely, but he was wrong.

"Aman! Lift this 80-pound stone weight 50 times! No breakfast until you finish!"

Cao Rui paused for a moment, then smiled. He walked to the stone lock, squatted down, picked up the eighty-pound stone lock with one hand, and lifted it up with a few swift movements.

After fifty repetitions, he remained calm and composed, barely breaking a sweat.

Wang Dubo's lips twitched, and he pointed to the giant stone lock weighing 120 jin next to him—it was the heaviest in the entire camp, and no one used it; it was just placed there as a decoration.

"Um, can I lift it?"

Cao Rui walked over, squatted down, grabbed the handle of the stone lock with one hand, and with a pull—the stone lock lifted off the ground and above his head. He not only lifted it above his head, but also took two steps, turned around, and then gently put it down.

The drill ground fell silent once more.

Niu Jin stared wide-eyed, nearly hitting his own foot with the stone lock. Liu An rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things. Deng Ai, holding a copy of "The Art of War," had his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

After a long silence, Wang Dubo suddenly turned to his deputy and said, "Go and bring the heaviest weapons in the camp."

The second-in-command paused, then asked, "The heaviest? That iron halberd?"

"right."

The second-in-command ran back to the armory and, together with two other men, carried out an iron halberd. The halberd was entirely black, with a shaft as thick as a duck egg, and its blade gleamed with a cold light; it was clearly no ordinary weapon.

This was brought by Ma Chao from Xiliang. It is said to be the weapon of a fierce general from Xiliang back then. It weighs eighty-two jin and no one in the entire camp could wield it.

"Aman, can you use this?"

Cao Rui took the iron halberd and weighed it in his hand. It weighed eighty-two jin, much lighter than his own Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd. He gripped the shaft with one hand and swung it casually—the halberd's shadow flashed, the wind whistling. A set of halberd techniques followed, flowing smoothly and powerfully.

Cao Rui stood with his halberd sheathed, his expression unchanged, not even uttering a sound.

Wang Dubo's legs started to go weak again.

"Who taught this halberd technique?"

"I figured it out myself." Cao Rui slammed his halberd on the ground, causing the ground to tremble.

When the news reached the central command tent, Ma Chao was cleaning his spear. After listening to the report, he remained silent for a while, then slammed his spear on the table, stood up, and walked out.

Ma Dai followed behind, asking in a low voice, "Brother, where are you going?"

"Go check on that kid." Ma Chao said without turning his head. "If he keeps causing trouble like this, he'll lose the morale of the soldiers in the Northern Camp."

Ma Dai laughed: "Brother, are you afraid he'll lose heart?"

"What am I afraid of?" Ma Chao snorted. "I'm just going to see just how capable he really is."

When Ma Chao arrived at the training ground, Cao Rui was squatting under the shade of a tree, drinking water. Seeing Ma Chao approaching, he stood up and greeted him with a grin, "General Ma."

Ma Chao sized him up, his gaze finally settling on the iron halberd. It was his prized possession, brought from Xiliang, and had been with him for over a decade, never once used by anyone. Now, Cao Rui had wielded it once, and his handprints were still visible on the shaft.

"Can you wield this halberd?"

"It's alright." Cao Rui picked up the halberd and twirled it with one hand. "It's just a bit light."

Ma Chao's lips twitched. He could wield an eighty-two-pound iron halberd, but he definitely couldn't do it as easily as Cao Rui. Was this kid even human?

"Come with me." Ma Chao turned and left.

Cao Rui followed him to the central command tent. Ma Chao took out a bow from the tent—it was completely black, with gold thread wrapped around the bow arm, clearly not an ordinary item.

"This is a horn bow presented as tribute from Xiliang, requiring five stones of strength. No one in the entire camp can draw it. You give it a try."

Cao Rui took the bow and weighed it in his hand. It was a five-stone bow, with a draw weight exceeding two hundred jin. He took a deep breath, gripped the bow with his left hand, and drew the string with his right—the bow was as full as a moon.

Ma Chao's eyes widened.

Cao Rui loosened his fingers, and the arrow shot out, piercing the target a hundred paces away and embedding itself in the earthen wall behind it, its tail humming.

Ma Chao remained silent.

He had fought half his life and seen countless fierce generals—Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Xu Chu—but none of them could draw a five-stone bow at the age of twelve. This kid is simply a monster.

"Is your strength something you were born with?"

"I guess so." Cao Rui handed the bow back to him. "I ate a lot of wild boar meat when I was a child; it's good for your health."

Ma Chao's lips twitched, then he suddenly laughed: "Alright, you're impressive. But remember, strength doesn't equate to fighting ability. Warfare relies on brains, not brute force."

Cao Rui nodded: "General Ma is right. That's why I'm studying military strategy with Deng Ai."

"Deng Ai? That stutterer?"

"Yes. When he doesn't stutter, he speaks very clearly."

Ma Chao glanced at him, a complex look in his eyes. This twelve-year-old boy possessed ridiculous strength, a lightning-fast mind, and was even willing to humble himself to learn military strategy from a stuttering recruit—what would become of someone like this in the future?

"Alright, go back now. There's training this afternoon." Ma Chao waved his hand.

Cao Rui turned to leave, but suddenly stopped: "General Ma, Yunlu—"

"How dare you mention Yunlu?" Ma Chao glared at him. "When she went back yesterday, she told your mother about what happened at the Northern Camp. Your mother cried all night, saying you were as tanned as the bottom of a pot. Yunlu comforted her all night because of it!"

Cao Rui scratched his head and chuckled, "Men look better when they're a little dark-skinned."

"Looks good my ass," Ma Chao said irritably. "It's your mother's birthday next month. If you dare not come back, I'll personally go to the Northern Camp and drag you back."

"yes!"

Cao Rui fled. Ma Chao stood in his tent, watching his retreating figure, and suddenly sighed.

"This kid, I wonder how many girls he'll ruin in the future."

Ma Dai whispered from the side, "Brother, hasn't Yunlu already been reserved for him?"

"That's why I sighed."

Ma Dai: "..."