What did the sharpest blade look like? Cao Cao didn't know, and he wasn't interested.
However, from the feedback brought back by Chen Tong after a few days of teaching, he did not misjudge him.
Xi Zhong's evaluation of his sworn brother was only a short sentence.
"Flying in the sky, hair growing on the gall."
Actually, Cao Cao didn't lack generals, just his two cousins were all people who were familiar with military books.
In the long run, as long as he could make a name for himself in the upcoming battle to get rid of Dong, there would naturally be a lot of generals who were familiar with Ming books coming to join him.
These people were indeed convenient to use. At least Cao Cao did not need to spend much effort to deliberately nurture them.
However, what kind of talented and ambitious ruler would not want the seedlings they nurtured to become famous generals in the future?
This was the reason why Emperor Xiaowu favored Huo Qubing.
To a monarch, the sense of accomplishment that nurturing a famous general could bring was undoubtedly huge.
Now that the unpolished jade was there, it was up to Cao Cao to polish it.
It was late at night,
On the other side, Chen Tong did not sleep either.
A few candles lit up the room. He held an obscure military book and read it with difficulty.
The official script at the end of the Han Dynasty was Xiao Zhuan, which was quite different from the simplified characters he learned in his later years. Moreover, there were no dictionary in this era.
Many times, Chen Tong needed to circle the words he didn't know and ask Xi Zhong for advice the next day.
The reason why he was so hardworking was not because Chen Tong liked reading.
But after coming into contact with these things, Chen Tong realized that it was far more difficult than he had imagined to become a qualified general.
It was said that laymen watched the show, while professionals watched the door.
Before joining the army, Chen Tong had naively thought that being a general was not a big deal, just like his big brother who led his younger brothers to fight in his previous life.
It didn't seem difficult at all.
In addition, Chen Tong in his previous life was familiar with the Three Kingdoms. He casually borrowed some strange schemes and good plans. It was as if becoming a famous general was just a matter of time.
In fact, after learning from the military strategist, Chen Tong knew that the four-sided formation was suitable for defense, and the cone formation was suitable for charging. Fighting in front of the battle was mostly used to raise the morale of one's own side. It was the basic quality of a soldier to move when the drum sounded and stop when the drum stopped.
Thinking back carefully, whether it was a romance novel or an unofficial history, the descriptions of various schemes were all cursory.
Even if he really wanted to learn from them, Chen Tong didn't even know when or which strategies to learn from.
Moreover, the situation on the battlefield was unpredictable, and the opportunity was fleeting. Without an extraordinary vision, even when to use the strategy would be a big problem.
Coincidentally, the system store almost covered all the secret manuals of the eighteen martial arts. As long as Chen Tong could accumulate enough points, he could quickly learn any weapon.
However, he could not find any quick manuals about generals there.
Thinking about it, it made sense. As the name suggested, the Super Hitter System focused on one's own combat strength.
He still had a long way to go to become a qualified general, or even an outstanding general.
For example, in history, Gan Ning's 100 cavalry broke through the camp, and Zhang Liao's power shook Xiaoyao Jin.
Such a glorious battle record was obviously not achievable by relying solely on superb martial arts.
If one wanted to be above others, one would naturally have to suffer.
Chen Tong felt that he was blessed. At least he did not have to deliberately polish his martial arts. Just this alone made him much happier than other generals.
Unknowingly, a night passed.
The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into the room. Chen Tong closed the book and stretched himself before pushing open the bedroom door.
There was already a maid waiting outside to help him wash up and change his clothes.
Chen Tong had not finished his breakfast when he heard Dian Wei's energetic voice coming from the courtyard.
"Brother Chen, Brother Chen, look, what did I bring you?”
Chen Tong seemed to have guessed something. He casually wiped his mouth and rushed out anxiously.
As expected!
Dian Wei carried a halberd on his shoulder.
After two months, he finally got his first weapon!
The halberd was about three meters long, and its two crescent-shaped blades were two meters long.
The tip was conical and glinted with a dim light.
The body of the halberd was as black as ink, with simple patterns carved on it. A dragon was carved at the junction with the halberd head. The dragon head was facing upwards, protecting the weak points of the crescent claw. It spread out two claws to the sides, as if it wanted to grab the sharp crescent.
With just one glance, Chen Tong fell in love with this vicious weapon.
He took two steps forward and took the halberd from Dian Wei.
The weight was slightly lighter, and the halberd shaft was cold.
Chen Tong raised his hand and waved. A gust of wind swept past, and the halberd smashed heavily on the ground. In an instant, the stone slabs on the ground shattered and flew away, but there was not a single scratch on the weapon.
"Good weapon," praised Chen Tong. Brother Dian, what is the name of this weapon?”
"Look at what you're saying. Your weapon should be named by you.”
"I'll call it the Black Dragon Moon Probing Halberd!"
Chen Tong saw that Dian Wei was stammering as if he had something to say, so he took the lead and said,"Brother Dian, don't be anxious. After I familiarize myself with my weapon, I'll naturally have a great battle with you to relieve my addiction.”
"Brother Chen, you've misunderstood. Since you already have a weapon, you can have a duel anytime. But don't you think this halberd is a little heavy in your hand? The old blacksmith was muddle-headed. He had only told him that the halberd had to be heavy. He had never thought that the fool would refine the entire piece of refined iron into this halberd. It weighed 176 jin, more than twice the weight of a normal halberd.”
"No, I feel like it could be heavier." Chen Tong said in surprise.”
Dian Wei secretly cursed 'freak'.
With this weight alone, even if it was not sharpened, it could easily be used as an iron rod to smash someone to death.
Immediately, he thought of Chen Tong's terrifying strength and understood.
At least up until now, Dian Wei had never seen anyone stronger than Chen Tong. Perhaps even the famous Lu Bu in Luoyang was no match for him.
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