Dingguo

Chapter 148 The Death of Liu Ziming

Hearing this sentence, Zhang He stood up suddenly, and shouted with a feeling in his heart, "Okay. 【】Wonderful."

Su San saw that Zhang He was getting emotional, so she stopped talking and sat down slowly.

In the previous life, the admiration for Sun Tzu's Art of War and Sun Bin's Art of War in the business and political circles has reached even higher levels.Every person who wants to gain a foothold in the two worlds of business and politics, which one, doesn't read a few words about the art of war?

Sun Tzu's thirteen articles on the Art of War and Sun Bin's 89 articles on the Art of War, which one he didn't know by heart.

His familiarity is not an empty familiarity on paper, but is actually applied to commercial warfare, using political warfare, and has been practiced through several incidents.

Although he has never operated it for real military purposes, but just discussing it in this way, he will naturally be more real, more experienced, and more profound than rhetoric.

Zhang He didn't know what he was muttering, and clapped his palms again and again on the spot. It took a long time to come back to his senses, and asked Su Sandao, "Why don't you say it?"

"No more, how can I say it!"

"Ah, it's gone? Why is it gone? What about the highlights? Why isn't it gone?"

Zhang Heyu's love for the art of war was beyond Su San's expectations. He never thought that a fairly calm general would be overjoyed because of his rhetoric.

Just as he was about to answer Zhang He's words, he heard the battalion officer shout from outside the tent, "Report."

When Zhang He was paying attention, seeing someone disturbing him, he naturally frowned, a little unhappy, but he still said in a deep voice, "Say!"

"Those who sent labor supplies at the foot of the mountain asked if they could leave."

Seeing this, Zhang He waved his hands and said, "Let them go by themselves. Well, this little brother Su San will stay here for the time being. This general has something to tell the little brother to go back later."

After finishing speaking, he said to Su San, "Brother Su San, there is nothing urgent this afternoon."

Su San couldn't help laughing wryly, "Even if there is an urgent matter, because of the title of 'brother', General, I have to let it go."

"Okay. Shuangkuai people. I Zhang He, I like to deal with Shuangkuai people. Lu An, you go down, inform them, and let them go quickly."

After Zhang He sent Lu An away, he discussed the art of war with Su San.

There are two reasons why Zhang He is so happy. First, Zhang He really has a lot of free time in the barracks.As the chief general, he can't get too close to his subordinates, so it's rare to have someone to talk to. Today, he happened to meet Su San, Wu Jutong, who can talk to Hong Kong, and has a congenial temper, so he naturally became happy; secondly, Su San said His art of war, every word Zhuji, won his heart.After all, he is a general who has served in the army for many years, and he can tell whether the art of war is deep or shallow, high or low.Therefore, Su San only said a few words, and he knew that this art of war was an extremely exquisite art of war.I don't know how many times better than the ones he usually reads.

Based on these two points, Zhang He was naturally cautious and calm, so he couldn't hold back his joy.

Su San wasn't hypocritical, except that he didn't mention the names of his grandsons and Sun Bin, but used the name of the ancient art of war handed down from ancient times, but roughly explained the content of the entire art of war with Zhang He.

Zhang He was excited when he heard this, and insisted on Su San copying down the so-called lost art of war one by one.

It was also because Zhang He had the right spleen and stomach, so Su San wrote all thirteen chapters of Sun Tzu's Art of War, more than 5000 characters.These are all familiar, and it is easy to keep silent, but five thousand words, while silent, explaining at the same time, once written down, before you know it, it will be dark.

Although Zhang Heyu was familiar with ancient times, the words and sentences involved in Sun Tzu's Art of War were a bit difficult, and it didn't take him a short while to explain everything clearly and understand deeply.

Just as Zhang He was holding Sun Tzu's Art of War, asking for advice from time to time, one sentence at a time, what he didn't understand, suddenly there was the voice of the officer reporting from outside.

"What's the matter?" Zhang He exclaimed, looking very worried.

The ordering officer came in, but he didn't report it, but gave Su San a look.

Su San understood, and stood up and said, "The future will be long, General Zhang might as well realize it first. Ningyuan is in Chengling City, if there is something you don't understand, just send a message."

"That's what I said. Brother Zhang, if you call him General Zhang, you're taking a small-eyed person. Today, if you get Brother Zhang's art of war, even if Zhang Mou calls you a teacher, it's also worthy of you. But you mention the words that can be delivered easily? If you have any doubts, you should go to the mansion to ask for advice. Brother, don't rush away, it's already late in the night, and we will rest in the camp tonight, and the army will not have any serious problems at this time of year."

After Zhang He finished speaking, he didn't let Su San go, pressed Su San lightly, and said to the ordering officer, "If you have anything to say, it's okay to say it."

Seeing Zhang He's order, the commanding officer cupped his hands and said, "Liu Ziming from the Hutou camp is dead in the city."

"what."

"what."

Zhang He and Su San screamed at the same time, and then both fell silent.

This is really unexpected news.

During the Taiping period, a battalion leader died, at least he was a lieutenant general from the eighth rank. This matter must be reported to the Ministry of War.

The key is: how did this Liu Ziming die.

Facing the bleak wind and cold rain outside, Zhang He frowned tightly, feeling that things would never be as simple as they appeared on the surface.

"Brother Su, I don't have time to talk in detail tonight."

"Oh. It's still business matters, Ning Yuan should go back to the city first."

Zhang He didn't stay any longer, and shouted, "Lu An."

"The end is here."

Outside the tent, Lu An walked in.

"You take a few elite cavalry and escort Mr. Su back to the city. Brother, I'm sorry, but I won't send you."

Su San didn't say much, cupped his hands slightly, followed Lu An out of the tent, and rushed all the way to the city.Before leaving the tent, he heard Zhang He's order to urgently call the camps to discuss matters.

It stands to reason that even if a battalion leader dies in peacetime, it is not a big deal.But judging from Zhang He's attitude of inspiring teachers and mobilizing people, in his heart, this matter has been raised to a very high position.

Su San could more or less guess what Zhang He was thinking.

Based on Yu Feng's analysis of Zhang He before, and the Zhang He he personally saw here today, he can assert that Zhang He doesn't want to have anything to do with Lin Hailu.

A camp was built like an iron barrel, and even the subordinates were restrained from entering the city, and all the troops in Liu Ziming's battalion were left in the city without asking.All these actions show his and Lin Hailu's determination not to offend each other.

But Liu Ziming, after all, is a member of the Wuling Army.No matter what, he couldn't get rid of Liu Ziming's death.

Zhang He summoned people so nervously, of course he didn't want to discuss with the generals, I'm afraid he was thinking about how to get rid of this relationship.

Zhang He didn't want to touch the pool of water in the city, but for Zhang He, the Tiger Head Camp incident might be an opportunity, a chance to get rid of the Lin family forever.

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