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

Chapter 116 Youth is the capital for chaos

Xia Lin has now become a well-known star contestant. You should know that at this point in time in Hongdu Prefecture, there are students from all over the country waiting for the results to be announced.

This murder case has become the focus of public attention since it came out. Although many people know that the murderer has a strong background and the deceased is just the son of a farmer, and the murderer will basically just pay some money in the end, young people still yearn for fairness and justice in the world.

It would be too much to say too much nonsense. In short, Xia Lin's appearance satisfied all the young people's fantasies about heroes. He was cold and fearless, and he did not give the opponent a chance to react. He was talented and he could defeat many people alone and silence them. When the head fell to the ground, even if it was still raining, at least in everyone's hearts, the sky was bright.

By the evening, the crowd had dispersed, leaving only a pool of blood on the parade ground that had been washed away by rain and looked like rouge.

At this time, a man slowly stood up next to the almost empty parade ground. This man was none other than Zeng Ming, the Imperial Censor.

His clothes were soaked, but his expression was as calm as water. After tidying up his clothes, he stood up and returned to his residence. After taking a shower and changing his clothes, he began to write furiously in front of the stage.

The Imperial Censor was a third-rank official. He served as the deputy prime minister and headed the Imperial Censorate. He was one of the Three Dukes, along with the Grand Marshal and the Prime Minister.

Why would such a high-ranking official come to Hongdu Prefecture and in plain clothes? In fact, to put it bluntly, he came here secretly to check the accounts. Before the emperor's southern tour, he came to the destination to see if the people were living in poverty, whether a lot of exorbitant taxes were imposed for the emperor's southern tour, or whether a lot of able-bodied men were captured to build the palace and dragon boats.

If there really are a lot of messy things happening here, he will return to the court to report to His Majesty. Not only will the southern tour be cancelled, but even Lao Guo may be implicated.

He did not belong to any faction. He was in charge of the Censorate to supervise all officials. However, he was powerless due to the rise of aristocratic families in the court in recent years. As a Censor, he had long been sidelined to the point of having almost no real power. Even most of his subordinates secretly defected to Prime Minister Gao. That was why he came here in person to investigate.

But you don't know until you see it. Today, when he saw Xia Lin solving the case and angrily beheading the murderer, and heard what he said, Zeng Ming thought of his own high-spirited self back then.

It took him thirty years to rise step by step from a poor and decent student to the position of one of the Three Dukes of the government. Now, at the age of sixty, he is about to leave the stage in disgrace. He is somewhat unhappy.

And just now, he seemed to see his younger self standing on the parade ground and giving orders. The shocking joy made Zeng Ming, the knowledgeable imperial censor, tremble all over. It was the joy of seeing someone who can continue and inherit his mission when he is no longer able to do well.

Or ecstasy.

The letter he was writing was to the current emperor. The opening words were full of guilt towards the emperor and criticism of himself. The meaning was that he had failed His Majesty's expectations and had not become the person His Majesty expected him to be. There were thousands of words in total, and he also said that he was old and had no intention of staying in officialdom, and asked His Majesty to approve his retirement and return home.

After writing these thousands of words, his pen picked up. He first described in detail what he had seen in Hongdu Prefecture, and then wrote about today's debate in the parade ground.

Wow, when the originally lifeless letter came to this point, even a 70-year-old woman could ride her dog out to plow a few acres of land. She was full of fighting spirit and sharp writing style throughout, completely like an old man expressing the passion of youth.

This article focuses on describing what Xia Lin did and said at the time, and then analyzes his words in the letter word by word.

Even though they didn't know each other yet, Xia Lin felt as if he was recommending a successor to the Imperial Censorate for His Majesty. Xia Lin certainly couldn't feel this feeling now, maybe he would feel this way decades later.

At the same time, Xia Lin had just shaken off the moisture on his body and leaned against Lao Guo's study: "See? This is what we call cutting the Gordian knot."

"You are almost there, but I will be the one in trouble then."

"Yes, it is quite troublesome. Although Grand Tutor Feng is now a confused old man in his seventies or eighties, he has many followers. He may not feel bad about killing his godson, but this is like a slap in his face. His followers will not tolerate this. In addition, there are the Hou family, the Ministry of Rites, and a lot of other people involved."

"So you know everything, you little bastard."

Lao Guo slammed the table and cursed: "You knew you were doing this? Do you think I'm going to die?"

Xia Lin sighed and leaned back lazily, crossed his legs and said, "Father Guo, we can be smooth over other things. It's okay for him to be corrupt, flirt with a decent woman, or have sex with his sister-in-law. Not to mention you, even I have to protect him. Give them some face. But he killed someone. Who did he kill? He killed the hope of a family, the talented man of Fuliang County, the future of Jiangnan Road, and the pillar of Wei. Guess why the students outside are so excited, because the dead man is of the same lineage as them and has a similar identity. If you can kill Dong Shi today, you can kill Zhang Shi, Zhao Shi, and Li Shi tomorrow. If you don't offend them, you will offend the students of this world."

At this point, Xia Lin smiled and said, "Father Guo, those scholars say that it is useless and insignificant, but if you gain power one day, you will be as powerful as a knife. Have you ever thought about it?"

"That makes sense. Sigh~ How troublesome."

"This trouble is also your trouble. I can't handle that level of trouble. It's you who has to pay it back. I have to go back early tomorrow morning."

"Go ahead, you little bastard~"

After saying that, Lao Guo suddenly remembered something, pulled Xia Lin and walked out: "Come on, follow me to the White Tiger Hall." White Tiger Hall! ?

Xia Lin panicked when he heard the name. He grabbed the door frame with one hand and refused to let go: "I won't go... I won't go... Anyone who goes into that place will be beheaded. Father Guo! We are destined to meet after all, don't be so cruel!"

"What nonsense! Let's play a few games."

"Huh?" Xia Lin was stunned for a moment: "PS5 or XBOX?"

"Don't be full of nonsense."

After being dragged to the White Tiger Hall, Xia Lin realized that the game Lao Guo was talking about was nothing more than a sandbox simulation. Lao Guo spoke like a time traveler just now, which scared Xia Lin.

He was no stranger to sand table simulations. Since Lao Guo wanted to play, he would play with him. After all, as a trader who was often forced to serve as a staff officer in a guerrilla group of the desert prince, it was not surprising for Xia Lin to know some tactical simulations.

The two men sat there and started playing. Lao Guo was quite relaxed at the beginning, but he became more and more frightened as the fight went on. The little bastards used all kinds of strange tactics, such as sparrow warfare, mobile warfare, protracted warfare, division, encirclement, annihilation, and interspersed detours. Lao Guo was stunned and in the end he had to use all his skills to barely keep up with Xia Lin's tactical thinking.

"You kid... who did you learn this military strategy from? You have some knowledge, hiss... if I hadn't been through hundreds of battles, I would have been almost defeated by your sudden attacks many times."

Xia Lin placed his hands on the sand table and said, "My master is very powerful. There are few people in the world who are more powerful than him. So, Father Guo, I will set up a battle for you and see how you can break it."

"Okay, come on."

Lao Guo confidently accepted Xia Lin's challenge, thinking, "I've been fighting all my life, why would I be afraid of a little thing like you?"

However, he got the script of Four Degrees of Chishui.

"what!!!"

After the sixth attempt to break out failed, Lao Guo went berserk: "You little bastard, you're kidding me. How can I possibly win? No matter how I look at it, I'm doomed."

"Hehe~" Xia Lin raised his chin: "Let me show you how my teacher fought this battle."

The Four Crossings of the Chishui River can be said to be a miracle in the world's military history. Anyone who comes to study the strategies and tactics carefully can be said to be directly deified. Even the top black players cannot find fault with this battle. Xia Lin deduced the Siege of Chishui River to Lao Guo step by step, and then slowly analyzed and explained the entire process of breaking out. Lao Guo could be said to be staring intently and concentrating throughout the whole process.

After he finished talking about the fourth crossing of the Chishui River, Lao Guo clenched his fists, took a deep breath and said, "This is not about using troops like a god, this is clearly a god using troops. It is true that he deployed troops and generals, but who has ever heard of deploying the opponent's troops and dispatching the enemy's generals? Wonderful, really wonderful!"

Of course, Xia Lin and Lao Guo played a tactical simulation of the Battle of Changjin Lake again, replacing the mechanized troops of the United States with grassland cavalry, and the hot weapons with cold weapons. This was still a very classic battle.

The weak defeated the strong and the few defeated the many, and the flexible use of surprise attacks, night battles and ambushes really opened Lao Guo's eyes.

"Okay, okay, this is really amazing. Who is your master? Come on, I want to have a good chat with him!"

Xia Lin laughed: "My master has passed away."

I really can't recommend this, sorry, Dad Guo...

Hearing this news, the light in Lao Guo's eyes dimmed a little, and he could only sigh: "Alas, it's a pity that I didn't meet such a person. Even if I met him on the battlefield, it would be a great honor."

Xia Lin waved his hand and smiled, "With this tactical idea, it can be used as a guide for nomadic peoples whose tactics are so poor. What's the problem?"

"Don't even mention them. There are no soldiers in the world that we can't lead." Old Guo put his hands on his hips and looked at the sand table carefully. His mind was still reviewing the various things that Xia Lin had just deduced. He couldn't help but sigh again: "If you can learn even 30% of your master's ability, you can be a marshal in the Wei Dynasty."

"One percent is enough!" Xia Lin shook his head helplessly: "Unfortunately, I can't even achieve one percent. I can only talk big, and I don't dare to think about anything else..."

(End of this chapter)