Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

In that spacious and quiet study, the soft candlelight sways like a lively elf.

Patches of mottled light and shadows are projected on the wall, like mysterious symbols left by the years.

Song Yanzhang was wearing a blue shirt, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, and he was sitting upright beside them.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes sharp.

He listened attentively to Zheng Yuchun's narration of thrilling anecdotes on the battlefield.

There was an almost greedy desire for knowledge in his eyes, as if he wanted to deeply imprint every word uttered by Zheng Yuchun in his heart.

At this moment, Song Yanzhang's face was filled with admiration without any concealment, like bright stars adorning the night sky.

He nodded slightly from time to time, and then asked some penetrating questions.

The question was like a precise arrow, hitting the point directly.

This made Zheng Yuchun feel so proud that it spread wildly like weeds growing vigorously in spring, and he became more and more interested in talking.

The lines on the originally tense face gradually became softened.

The stern face seemed to be brushed by the spring breeze, softening a lot.

However, when Song Yanzhang carefully brought out his unique and ingenious views on the deployment of troops, Zheng Yuchun's face suddenly turned gloomy, like the dark clouds before a storm.

There was a flash of obvious disdain in his eyes, and he snorted coldly, with unquestionable majesty in his tone, as if a high and mighty god was reprimanding a mortal.

“What you said is just empty talk!

The real battlefield is extremely dangerous and the situation is unpredictable, just like a dragon that changes the weather.

You can’t just draw something on paper and deal with it!”

Song Yanzhang still maintained his neither humble nor arrogant attitude, and the humble smile on his face did not waver in the slightest.

Just like the green pine on the top of Mount Tai, it blows regardless of the wind from the east, west, south or north.

He explained patiently and calmly: "General, I know very well how complex and cruel the battlefield situation is, and it is no joke.

However, the methods of deploying troops and battle formations that I proposed are not based on my imagination, but are the result of repeated study of many military books and strategies, and full consideration of various factors such as different terrains and weather.

Every military book is like a wise elder, imparting endless experience to me.

Take mountain warfare for example. If you can cleverly use the terrain to set up an ambush, it will be like laying a dragnet in the dark.

Perhaps we can catch the enemy by surprise and deal a fatal blow.”

Zheng Yuchun snorted coldly and retorted mercilessly: "Humph, that's easy for you to say!

The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, like a rushing river, never stopping for a moment.

After all, in actual combat, there is not enough time to carefully arrange an ambush, and how could the enemy be so stupid as to fall into your trap?"

Song Yanzhang was not flustered by Zheng Yuchun's rebuttal. He frowned slightly and his eyes revealed a thoughtful gleam, as if looking for the direction of light in the darkness.

After thinking for a moment, Song Yanzhang slowly said: "General, what you said is very true, so before setting an ambush, it is particularly important to thoroughly scout the enemy's marching routes, combat habits, etc.

Besides, setting an ambush is just one of many tactics, not a panacea.

For example, when fighting on the plains, we can give full play to the impact of the cavalry.

Cavalry is like a sharp blade that can quickly attack the enemy's formation and throw it into chaos.

But this also requires close cooperation between the infantry and strong support from logistics. Just like a person's body, all parts must work in coordination.

Of course, I am well aware that my ideas are still immature in many aspects.

I hope the general can give me some advice and point out the shortcomings."

The two of them argued back and forth, arguing fiercely.

The atmosphere in the study became increasingly tense, as if there was a hint of gunpowder in the air, which made people feel frightened.

Song Yanzhang always maintained a humble and polite attitude while firmly expounding his views. Every word he said was like a weapon he had carefully crafted.

At the same time, he continued to listen humbly to Zheng Yuchun's opinions, his eyes full of respect.

Zheng Yuchun, relying on his rich practical experience, made a sharp and profound criticism of Song Yanzhang's views.

The words were as sharp as a knife, seeming to dissect Song Yanzhang's point of view into pieces.

After a few rounds, Zheng Yuchun gradually realized that this young man from a poor family in front of him, although young, had a quick mind, like a nimble cheetah.

However, the other party considered the problem in a very meticulous and thorough manner.

In particular, some of the viewpoints put forward by Song Yanzhang, although there may be certain difficulties in actual operation, their rationality cannot be underestimated upon careful consideration.

The resistance in Zheng Yuchun's heart began to slowly fade away unconsciously, and he was no longer in denial like he was at the beginning.

At this moment, a strange light began to appear in his eyes.

Song Yanzhang keenly caught the subtle change in Zheng Yuchun's attitude, and he took the opportunity to continue asking for advice: "General, I am eager to serve the court and do my part to defend my country.

I know that I still have a lot to learn and improve, and I hope that the general can give me more guidance and impart my valuable practical experience.

I am willing to be the reef on the seashore, constantly polishing myself in the waves of the general's experience."

Zheng Yuchun stared into Song Yanzhang's sincere and determined eyes, and the last trace of grudge in his heart completely dissipated.

He nodded slightly, “Young man, you do have some knowledge and courage.

In this case, let’s communicate more in the future so that you can avoid taking detours.”

Next, Zheng Yuchun began to listen carefully to Song Yanzhang's words, and even nodded slightly occasionally to show his approval of some of the points he made.

The relationship between the two gradually eased in this fierce clash of ideas.

From the initial tit-for-tat confrontation, they later were able to cooperate tacitly, work together and handle official business together.

After hearing about the transformation between Song Yanzhang and Zheng Yuchun from hostility to mutual respect, Zhu Gang's admiration for Song Yanzhang increased a bit.

He couldn't help but fall into deep thought, and in his mind emerged those students in the Hongwu Military Academy who, like Song Yanzhang, came from poor backgrounds but had great ambitions and outstanding talents.

These days, Zhu Gang has been closely following the development of Hongwu Military Academy.

He knew very well that although the academy had trained a group of outstanding military talents, some problems that needed to be solved urgently were also exposed in the development process.

Students from poor families account for a considerable proportion of the college. They are all ambitious and talented, but because of their poor family background, their learning resources and development opportunities are greatly limited.

Just like an eagle with its wings bound, it is difficult to soar freely in the vast sky and fully display its talents and potential.

In addition, the college's existing management model mainly relies on the teaching and management of teachers, and there are obvious deficiencies in stimulating students' self-management ability and learning enthusiasm.

It is like a machine that runs a little stiffly, lacking an inner vitality and motivation. (End of this chapter)